On a side-note… after looking over these blogs and combined thought processes, I want to say that the Miralukan’s name was something Windancer, but there are several character templates running through the back recesses of this aging mind of mine

Old School Player (OSP) played a Genasi swordmage as an elemental spirit only recently given physical form. Everything was new to him. If he ever had extra cash, it would get blown on as much saltwater taffy as the character could buy. OSP suffered from “let’s-try-this-itis” so we roleplayed a scenario in which his Swordmage morphed into a Warlord. OSP is also an actor and he created a random list of accents including “Christopher Walken.” Well, the rest of the group refused to let him roll and insisted he use Christopher Walken’s voice. It was brilliant. The first time OSP used Commander’s Strike, he shouted in character, “Hit it with the axe!” I almost died laughing. He’s since left the group but it was great having him.

New Guy is equally fantastic. He created a dragonborn fighter, Grint, with the idea that he was a gladiatorial slave as a child and teenager. Grint killed his owner and escaped. How he will be put to death summarily if he returns to his homeland. New Guy played him pitch perfectly. Grint is a bit dim but honest and follows orders. He is remarkably loyal to the human cleric (calls him “Chief”) and has provided countless moments of comic relief. One recurring joke was that Grint’s perception was so low that he could not see the rogue if the rogue rolled average on his stealth check.

Lastly, I came across an amazing group of role players while at GenCon ’08. They were a gaming group from Michigan that came down together and were playing LFR. Most of them were in a theater company. Their collective backstory was that they were all related – even though they were two humans, a drow, half-elf and a dwarf. They were the von Falconclaw family. The drow Paladin, played by a man with a red beard, was the great-grandmother of the human wizard, “The Ted,” and was played as an overbearing, chain-smoking matriarch. She referred to her disappointment of a great-grandson as “whelp” and at one point tried hiring him a wench for the night because he needed the help and she wanted a great-great-grandchild before she died. “The Ted,” for his part, was part Kif and part Zap Brannegan all rolled into a hilarious ball of insecurity and over-the-top confidence. The funniest moment of the night actually came from the dwarven cleric. Our LFR module had us looking for stolen heirlooms. The majority of us were being very circumspect about it and checking various fronts for the goods. The cleric, who was rather stupid but well-meaning, decided he had the hang of it and wanted to help. At the next shop he blurted out in a loud, thickly German accented voice, “I am looking for some stolen goods. In particular:” and began listing the items we were looking for. Everyone at the table, DM included, laughed for a minute straight. Apparently we had just arrived at the shop that was fencing the goods and the man behind the counter just stared at us in amazement. It was great. That game really showed me how good a group as a whole can be when everyone has a character they like and are committed to role playing.
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