My Adventures – Danna Fingers’ Back Story


This is my second character but it was the one that survived the longest and was the most annoying (by what the DM kept tell me).

Halfling thief – background


My story has been tragic all my life.

First of all my mother died giving birth to me.

Second was when my father decided to remarry to a horrible bitch of a woman. She always treated me like I was her slave because I was the imperfect child compared to her own.

Third was when my step-mother sold me off as a slave to pay for my father’s gambling debts. I never hated my father for his choices in life because I learned plenty of tricks from him. The most joyful I have ever remembered my father being after my mother dying was when he would share his skills of deception with me. As a child I found these tricks amazing and exciting but now I really know what they are really used for.

Forth was when the slave traders sold me off to a nasty guild of thieves. Being a Halfling I learnt that brunt strength was not my speciality. But stealth, sleight of hand and speed were my strength. I was forced to do many horrible things but there is one thing that I learned while being a slave and that was to escape this terrible life. The only person I have every trusted was my father. I have not seen him in many years. But there was one saying my father had told me that has kept me through this and it is.

“Danna my boy, there are many things in this world but only one thing that holds it all together. That one thing is… MONEY. With it, your life can give you all of your desires. Remember that, MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND”


My journey begins when I freed myself from my bonds of slavery. “But from here on out I need to find me some money… hmmm where should I start?”


My Adventures – Barbarian Back Story


This was my very first back story. I hope you enjoy it.

Dragonborn barbarian – background


I am just a simple warrior but even a simple warrior has a story and my story started on that day. Before I continue I need to tell you about my clan. My tribe are full of powerful barbarians and my clan are of the great dragonborns. Even though our clan is mostly made up of dragonborns we still have other races coming in and out of our village for trade. My clutch is made up of 4 brothers and 5 sisters. We may not have the same parents as our elders have told us, but we were all raised and trained together. I have two very special friends and we may be of different race but I have a warrior’s trust in them. They are dwarves. I first met Gol and Pit during my early days as a hatching in-training. They were both wardens at the time. I did not even know what a warden was until I met those two. But that’s enough of my friends, but now I need to shed some light on the rest of my tribe. As I have already mentioned they are dragonborns and our village has what I would call our leaders. They are the elders of the tribe. All elders of the tribe were great warriors of their time but now they have became great spiritual guides. Our true leader is the warrior chief that can only be chosen through a special event. This event is the commemoration of our past where our other rival clans would battle each other for glory and honour.

Now then, this was not how we use to live. One of the elders has told us that close to 300 years ago the 3 tribes of barbarians were rivals in a never ending war. This war was called THE BATTLE OF SLAUGHTER. In this war the 3 tribes of goliaths, dwarves and dragonborn would battle each other to show their Strength and Power over who should rule the 3 tribes but rivalries never end until another unknown power overwhelmed them. This mysterious power now rules over all of us and has chosen to allow the 3 tribes to live among each other. The ruler of the 3 tribes has granted us an opportunity to rule our tribes’ through a special method of selection. It is a tournament that tests the participants’ strength and skill in various challenges. These challenges are meant to eliminate the weak and test if the chosen champions have what it takes to lead and overcome the trials.

Now back to my story, in my clan I was selected as one of the champions to compete in the tournament. I was always the superior warrior of my clutch so it was obvious that I would be chosen but during the time when we were being judged I was the only one that was harassed by the elders for indirectly forcing my clutch to stand down. They always would tell me that there was no rule for intimidating, but that I was overusing it to get my way. I would never harm them but if intimidating them would get me the position as champion then tough luck. When I was told that I would be the champion for my clan I roared full of triumph. I must show our ruler that my strength and my clans’ strength are superior to our rivals. I thought that the title of true strength was when you are called DRAGON and our rule has this title. I have heard rumours that she has some ancient power. Her personal messenger has always and only appeared to give our 3 tribes advice. Her orders have always been strange. I have always thought that she was wise, strong (because of her title), powerful (because of her deeds) and ultimately… CRAZY. She must be the last of the strange powers that unified our clans and tribes together. I have always wanted to show her my strength and my ways of strength. If I ever get the chance to reveal how powerful my clan is to the other tribes then this tournament is a good place to start (I thought). I have always dreamed of being the ruler of the tribes since I first heard tales of the ruler. If I got the chance to meet her I would challenge her for her title of DRAGON. BUT my brothers and sisters claim that they have her tales and ballads from their own travels that our ruler is in-fact a REAL DRAGON. A blue dragon.

Our esteem elders have told us tales of the terrible tyrant “ARYGOS” and of how this terrible beast would destroy the lesser races and use dragonborns as slaves to show the races their cruelty. But our tribes’ chief of a generation ago had spoken to our ruler many times. I have always wondered how but through the primal spirits I now understand the method. Balasari was this chief’s name. She told a story that the ruler of the 3 tribes titled DRAGON was not a tyrant and that she had a method of speaking to her through ancestral spirits. Her PRIMAL RAGE.

My clutch were all told this same tale as little hatchlings. I, once believed such tales from my elders but as I experienced more of the world, all of the old windbags tales are now a little too farfetched and crazy to have any merit to me. I now only believe in what my brothers and sisters and friends say, so long as they were sober when telling their tale. I can now mostly believe and trust in what I have experienced. That is why I do not believe all those rumours of the ruler of all the barbarians of this region, is a 400 year old blue dragon. I did not think that a powerful and mystical dragon would want to rule us. I have always thought that all dragons were just wizards in disguise. Since wizards are frail weak beings and their jealously towards our muscle. We are just mighty warriors after all. Simple warriors that seek the thrill of gaining honour, glory and to prove who among us is the strongest.

Since the time of being chosen, to be the competing champion, I was given the time when the competition would begin, so I had a few seasons to train myself. But I needed to provide an offering to powerful Kord. So that I may be granted his blessing in the upcoming tournament. Before I departed for my training my friends and family gave me precious momentos. Gol and Pit gave me a craghammer they had crafted. My sisters provided me with special clan tattoos and my brothers gave me symbols of our clan THE FIERCE TALON. Our tribe chief honoured me with two items one iron dagger with a carving of Kord and a wooden symbol of our tribe THE DRAGON TALON.

10 days into my training while I rested in nearby fields, I felt a strange sensation. It was not of the primal spirits or of the natural ones. I then found myself awoken and the scenery had changed from peaceful windy plains to a strangely well lit cavern. It looked familiar to the caves where my friends and I would dig for black ores. But this [place seemed more crafted than carved out. Then within moments of selecting unique features, so that I could tell Gol and Pit a new place to dig for ore. I was suddenly and instantly approached by a massive creature. For a moment it looked like a massive, giant Blue SPIKE DRAKE, but then it spoke to me. Then I knew what it really was… I roared in my naïve tongue “I challenge you to battle… WIZARD”.  After my very loud and commanding demand, all I got was mumbled speak saying “YOU haha CHALLENGE…. ME….haha….WIZARD….haha… I CAN’T BREATH rahahaha”. I thought it was a loud and seemingly insulting roar back. It seemed like heavy laughter instead of actual words. Then after it stopped and the room returned to silence, its eyes glared at me and said “YOU HAVE GREAT POTENTIAL IN BEING GRANTED LEADERSHIP OF YOUR TRIBE but you are not ready. You have the motivation to lead as a great warrior but you do not have TRUE STRENGTH.”

“I know I am strong so why do I need this TRUE STRENGTH you speak of. And what would a wizard like you know of being STRONG like me and the other barbarians.” I announced.

But within an instant I had said those words it swiftly struck me with its claw and said “YOU FOOL, stop calling me a wizard. I am daughter of Sythdos, Agados of the Onyx claws.” Then said very slowly as if she was talking to a small hatching with a whole lot of frustration “I. AM. A. BLUE. DRAGON. NOT. A. DRAKE. OR. A. WIZARD.” With those words and her attack I was knocked backwards. Then she continued in a more calmed speech “Your values of strength are not enough, You need more than that. Now to obtain what I mean you must venture out into the world to improve your so called strength, skill and knowledge. So that you can journey pass the mountain ranges I will mark you with my power and send you past them.”

“But what of my clan and friends they will search for me if I am not in the tournament.” I told her.

“I will tell my messenger to tell the tribes that I have sent you on an important mission and cannot return until then.”

“What if the messenger tells that message wrong or cannot convince them and who is this messenger of yours anyway.”

“He is the esteem spiritual elder.”

“Huh, no one’s gonna believe the old windbag I mean he speaks in riddles.”

I was struck again and slammed against the cavern wall. I felt an almost deadly serious emotion and the spirits within were also filled with the same malice.



Then I awoke in an unfamiliar forest. I thought it was all a dream but when I started to rub my face I felt tremendous pain as if immense claws had struck me. To check my face I searched for a stream of water. When I saw my face in front of the water I roared because of my weakness. Afterwards I started to hear voices from a distant and saw a settlement. And I thought to myself “Where is this place? It does not look familiar” and “What did that wizard… I mean dragon mean by TRUE STRENGTH?” At least I still have all my gear and trinkets.

“I guess this is a good place to start…”

My Adventures – Campaign_1_My first character


Welcome back guys,

Here I’ll tell you guys about my very first character in this system and our very first real campaign as previous sessions was just one shot encounters that either the DM was still new playing the mechanic of the game or was just reluctant to even run. Each time I played in those one shots, the DM always tried to tpk (Total Party Kill) every time. Which as a DM myself don’t believe in that style of play. I believe that players should have challenges but those challenges should not be deadly every single encounter. Whether they be fights (monsters and the like), traps or talking encounters.

Like for example 5 players against 5 bandits should be a fair fight right? But with many DMs I had met prior to playing this campaign 5 vs 5 battles were near or very impossible to defeat. And even if you managed to defeat them the reward was very low.

The standard experience points for fighting bandits is 25 per bandit but since the experience points are divided among all players (that survive?) it means the fight was only worth 25 exp. In the older system of D&D to level up to level 2 was 2000 if it was a normal campaign 1500 for a quicker campaign (as you can see I didn’t say Easy/Easier) and 4000 for a hard campaign (this was for longer campaigns with heavy lore involved but not many players were able to use such lore at all whether it be for good or bad plays).  In every campaign I played, I was only ever awarded 10 exp per bandit and the bandits were tough to beat. Like having superly ridiculous powers or hit points or was some kind of demon. For all of our trouble, we only ever got 10 exp so back in the day I was very reluctant in playing D&D at all. But enough about the crappy past, let’s start with the new experience I had in this system of 4th edition D&D.

Now my first character was a Barbarian, a dragonborn barbarian. We all started at level 1 and I was the striker in the group. Meaning when we were deciding who got to play what I was lucky enough to play the one who would deal the most damage. But unfortunately the character only lasted 2 encounters. It was one session of Scales of War campaign. The first session was held on a public holiday when the store I now play at was closed for the whole day. The DM was my good friend Caps and had planned a 6 hour long one shot D&D session. I brought along my good friends Josh and Chris as well as the crazy amount of snacks. Another good friend of ours was Andy and Caps had brought along his friend Aaron. I hadn’t known Aaron at the time but we did need a fifth player to make the game even. So here are the details of all of our characters:

Me: Dragonborn Barbarian, who worshipped Bahamut god of protection and Justice

Josh: Tiefling Mage; who worshipped Sune goddess of Beauty and the Arcane

Chris: Human Swordmage; who was named John Doe (forever known as John Doe)

Andy: Elf Druid; who worshipped Silvanus god of nature

Aaron: Dryad Warlord; I don’t actually remember who he worshipped but I think it may have been the same a the Druid. Not Sure it’s been a while and I dont have that character sheet anymore. Probably lost in my room or thrown out from the last clean up we did.

Caps had also asked us beforehand to write a backstory. I still have it and it was the first time I ever wrote any kind of creative piece that wasn’t for school or Uni. I went a little overboard and wrote a 5 page back story. That was probably the start of my interest and obsession in all things writing. (I will post that Back story in a different post “Barbarian Back story”)

Both Caps and I had high hopes for that character as he had already started a story route for me. But contrary to our belief he died straight away. It was just bad luck on my end as I wasn’t able to hit the monsters at all in the second encounter.

His stats were actually good as I was a Min-Max player at the time due to all of the experiences I had prior. But here is the recount of the events that day.

We all started in a tavern in the town of Brindol in the Adventure of Rescue at Rivenroar. We had our introductions and few interactions with the bar and the people inside to set the proper tone of the situation. Then all of a sudden crash, the wall of the building explodes with goblins raiding the tavern and town. Most of us were pretty ready to handle the situation as we managed to roll high enough on our Insight or Perception to see or sense what was coming. Our Elf was the only one to fail in the check and was behind and startled.

Then we all rolled for initiative, and this was the start of where the Winston Roll came to be and started to be call “The Winston”. If you are wondering what a Winston is, it is when a player (usually me or most commonly me) rolls a natural 2 on a 20 sided-die or d20. I got the lowest intiative but I was able to act during the surprise round just last. The initiative order is as follows:

Warlord = 1st,

Goblins = 2nd,

Druid = 3rd

Mage = 4th

Swordmage = 5th

Human rabble = 6th

Me (Barbarian) = 7th

Everyone at the table including me was laughing at my crappy roll. Saying I suck and what not. Then in the Suprise round we reacted to the goblins by either attacking the pests or just equiping our weapons. I shot 2 of the goblins with my lightning breathe. There were 12 goblins and 10 human civilians. The goblins were here to kill and harrass the town through a raid. Since I was a a character that believed in protecting the weak I rushed to block the monsters from getting in further to allow the citizen to escape. Our Swordmage was more interested in looting the tavern and the Mage was more interested in escaping with her life. The Warlord on the other hand couldn’t care less to humans as she too had a conflicting relationship with them. So in the suprise round I was the only one to attack the menance. I also had to convince the Mage to aid me and was successful. Rolled a 19 on my check to get the Mage to aid in stopping the immediate threat. The Swordmage also helped after he had finished the looting the coins on the tables. After the first round all of us were in combat with the goblins and the Mage was the most effective as she was able to kill 2 to 3 goblins at a time. I managed to hold one of the bigger goblins with the help of the Druid and the Swordmage. The Warlord by round 2 was using her support powers to make us more effective. By the 4th round we had finished depatching the little nuisance and found out that outside there was another threat. We had no time to take short rests so many of our powers and abilities weren’t recharged/replenished. We had been healed during the fight and many of us didn’t to be healed.

Here in the secound encounter is were my dragonborn Barbarian dies. The encounter was us (5 level 1 characters) verse 3 goblins on a wagon and an ogre. Now an ogre is a level 8 monsters and would have slaughtered us but the balancing conditions were that the monster could not move from the wagon it was chained to. So naturally I charged the creature. I was playing the Barbarian the way it should be played (at least in my opinion). My friends Aaron, Josh and Andy were using their range attacks to defeat the ogre. While Chris and I decided to handle the creatures on the wagon via melee. I on the other hand had a lot of hit points (well I thought I did in the least) to just take on the monstrous ogre one on one. It was going well until I started getting a stroke of bad rolls. I kept rolling lower than a 7 each turn. So I would miss the creature by either 1, 2 or 3 points.

Now you all might be saying “how did you know the creature’s AC or defences? Were you cheating or meta gaming, perhaps?”. Well the answer to the first question is Caps our DM kept hinting it with his fingers everytime I missed. And no, of course I wasn’t cheating (or meta gaming). We all figured it out after someone missed with an 18 but hit with a 19. So the target to hit was 19 for AC. All of my attacks were against AC so I didn’t care about the other defences. Will was very easy to hit as our mage constantly hit with every attack. And since the creature was an ogre we all assumed that its Fortitude was very high.

After the 4th round of combat, I had been bloodied (which means I had taken damage equal to or greater than my maximum hit points) luckily only the swordmage had taken damage as well but he had used his second wind to heal himself instead of attacking that turn. I hadn’t used my second wind at this moment as I was “instructed” to keep up the good work (even though I had only hit the sucker twice). I think at the time everyone including me had forgotten that the ogre couldn’t move. I continued the assault.

Once the 6th round of combat had started, the warlord (our designated healer) was out of healing and I had about 2 hp left. So I decided to retreat, just before the swordmage would light the wagon’s barrels aflame to set the creature on fire and kill it as well. But I needed to run away so that I too wouldn’t be blasted with the monster.

The ogre gets an opportunity attack since I was leaving a space adjacent to it. The swordmage had an ability to mark the creature and while it was marked he would make it less accurate if it attacked any creature other than him. As well as reduce the damage of the incoming attack by 7.

I tried to make a run for a safe area but the attack catches me. The damage was 9 points to my hit points which was then reduced by 7 but it was still not enough. I go down. Since I was in the line of fire with the plan the guys decided not to go through with it as it would have killed me out right.

So they left the last barrel of oil on the wagon just out of reach of the ogre so that it wouldn’t be able to throw it.

Round 7, the ogre was still alive with it still not being bloodied. I make my saving throw and I succeed.

Round 8, the ogre is finally bloodied but I fail my first saving throw. If you fail 3 times you die. There was only one way for me to get back to life and that was to roll a natural 20.

Round 9, the guys were now unning out of every power they had and the ogre was still alive. Luckily it didn’t regenerate. I fail my second saving throw. Just one more and I had to make a new character.

Round 10, the ogre only had 15 or so hit points left. If combat ended here I would not have died but the druid and swordmage missed the ogre so we were only dealing 5-8 damage per turn. I succeed my saving throw. It was an 18. But what I needed was a critical to get back up.

Round 11, the ogre was on 3 hit points left and this is the round that ends my character. I failed the saving throw by 1. I rolled a 9.

After my character died. The ogre was defeated with the mage’s turn. It was only revealed to us that turn that the ogre only had 3 hp left and I just laughed at the predicament of making this character and backstory but was just not lucky enough to survive.


Well thats about it for this part of My Adventurers series. Next time I will tell you guys about the Rogue (my next character) that caused a lot of mischief. That character didn’t die for at least 2 1/2 years. My friend Josh and Caps helped me build it. So until next time.