Back in the Player’s Seat: Life Drained… To Death!

I finally got a chance to be a player again! I’ve been DMing for years now (has it really been 16 years?), with only the occasional chance to be a PC. I can name all of my characters on one hand and still have fingers to spare. However, as I previously mentioned, one of my players took up the DMing reins, and allowed me to step back into the player seat. Garrison Corvus, Cleric of the Raven Queen, stepped up, ready for adventure.

Minor spoilers for Curse of Strahd ahead…

If you haven’t played Curse of Strahd, you should. Even the first session was very intriguing, so I won’t go into too much detail. If you have played it, you know how it begins.

Miiiiiistssss of Raaaaaaavenloooft!!!

We find this city, abandoned, with a large manor. Go inside, explore around, and work our way to the second floor. There, we find a large bedroom. We’ve been exploring each room, door by door, clearing it out. In my PC noobishness, I decided to walk past the children outside when they told us there was a monster inside. I should have asked the relevant questions: Where are your parents? What is this place? Why are you talking in unison?

However, I didn’t. In my defense, neither did anyone else.

So we’re in the master bedroom, and open the adjoining door. Well, I do. I kind of kick it in, expecting trouble.

Trouble I found. I’m immediately rushed by a Specter. It gets initiative, swoops in on me, and does the one thing it has for an attack in its statblock. Life Drain.

Liam, the DM, asked me how many HP I have. I’m first level. “9.”

He winces. “Please don’t roll a crit,” he whispers, and drops the die. 20.

A quick bit of math. 24ish damage.

Instantly dead. The other players charge in, flailing their weapons, and take it out before it can get another hit in on anyone.

Regardless, I’m dead. First monster we face, and I’m one-shotted.

Don’t let the cleric run in head-first, people. I don’t care what his Instincts and Bonds are. So, one of the other players has a gauntlet he got from his girlfriend before we were consumed by the Miiiiiiiiistssss of Raaaaavenloooooft! and waved it over me, dispelling the magic within, but bringing me back to life. Gasping, I awoke, returned to the land of the living.

I’m kind of disappointed I did. Imagine, the way the stakes could have been raised for the party! No longer would any of them go charging in everywhere. They’d see the world as a lot more dangerous. And Bridget is playing my sister! How would she have reacted to this new dark world killing her brother in front of her?

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

 

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