Jotting

Back at the kitchen table—it was far too large for that agglutination—Selene was calm, even a little uplifted. Who knew what kind of spell Hortus cast on her. The game carried on from that nightmare conversation, with Abraham—er, Hortus—playing in his first combat and rolling his first dice. (As a roleplayer, not ever.) He had learned the rules for Dungeons and Dragons, it seemed—B/X, not 5e—but I was using a simpler system, with a few added features—imagine Free Kriegsspiel (or don’t, if you have no idea that what is), with a basic statistical resolution for everything. Anything can go, so long as the dice fall in the right way. It saved me a lot of work, for sure; having taken up the hobby recently, I had little idea how to run D&D.

Madir takes a copper coin, and flicks it at the goblin. I saw something like it in an anime,” Hortus explained. “The coin hits the creature right in the eye, and it blows up his brain.”

“You don’t decide that,” Selene said again. “That’s the GM’s job.”

“6 for hit,” I said, and rolled a d6: 1. “Too bad. The coin misses, and falls into a crack in the floor, lost and unspent.