Games Club & Dwimmermount: Grabbing the Bull by the Horns

Since my last post, I've enjoyed a couple more weeks of madcap, middle school antics at our after school games club.


Today my daughter ran Snow Lion Castle using B/X, continuing an extensive dungeon crawl in which The Rat Boss was finally brought to bay, and the horrible altar to the Rat Goddess (where the thuggee-style bandits sacrifice one of their eyes to Her Scabarousness in exchange for the gift of infravision) was discovered.



Meanwhile, 6th grader "Jack" showed up toting a Moldvay Basic Boxed Set!  In addition to vintage character sheets left over from when his uncle used to play at his grandfather's house and gnarly, soft, liver-colored dice, Jack brought along a full-color TSR catalog from 1981.  The models sported fresh D&D t-shirts.

I don't know the details of Jack's adventure (though he had a near-mint copy of Keep on the Borderlands at his table, using it as a DM's screen), but he ran over near the end of club time to elatedly report, "They all got killed by the Demogorgon!  I even made it weaker for them, but they still all died!"  Life imitates art imitating life?  I'm dying to know more details.



Aiden ran a slick, glossy Eberron D&D in something-th edition in which the characters were all half-dragon, half-robot ninja warmancers or something.  He seemed to be having a good time with his group of five players and I overheard them drooling over all the cool options.  I'm just happy to see kids getting to experience RPGs.

Smallworld, RISK: Halo Wars, Settlers of Catan,  and chess rounded out the other tables.  I think we had around 35 kids (grades 6-10), but I won't know until I go back over my rolls tomorrow.

At my table I continued with another session of my Basic D&D Dwimmermount homebrew.  Fighter Thanatos (who has survived around five forrays into the megadungeon) led two magic-users, an elf, and another fighter into the depths using his prized collection of maps.  Thanatos gave the group (which included both a veteran player and a newbie) their marching orders:

"Look, we want to AVOID areas that have been explored and cleared out and don't have any treasure left.  We also want to avoid areas that sound really dangerous [here he referred to the "deadly fungus" notation on the map]."

"Yeah, we want to get deeper.  Down to like level four where nobody has been."

Rather than heading for the steps marked on the map, Thanatos's player opted instead to explore the deep shaft that promised access to unlooted levels, planning to have the party rappel down.

Following a brief encounter with giant spiders (in which one wizard, played by the new player, managed both to extinguish the party's torch and nearly provoke an attack by fooling about with the webs) the party fled through a pair of double doors and to the room with the shaft.  Shoving the doors to with the wizard still outside in the dark, they took a quick vote.

"Hmm ... he's one of those kind."

"He's gonna get us killed."

"Yeah, I've never lost a single hit point before."

"That's because you just run from everything."  

"I'm still alive aren't I?"

"I say that we give him another chance."

Mercy prevailed and the wizard was allowed to rejoin the group.  Rather than descend at once, though, he was given the duty of watching the rope and winch from top-side as the rest of the group descended.

"I wish I'd brought a deck of cards.  Wait, could I go crazy waiting here?  I bet you guys are going to meet cyborg minotaurs or something.  Maybe you'll find some super-weapon like an ancient rocket launcher to use against them."

"Yeah, like a dwarven rocket launcher!"

Down below, in response to some grunts and rythmic "clopping" sounds, the group opened the very first door they came to ... revealing a squad of towering bull-men ... just as predicted.  I should mention that no character had more than 8 hit points or armor better than chainmail and shield as they gazed into the room full of ax-toting 6 hit dice, multi-attack terrors.

"I shut the door and back away."

"I'm gonna push the door shut."

It could have gone terribly at that point, but my custom reaction dice spoke otherwise and as half of the party bolted, the brawny beastmen looked with favor on the hapless fighter at their doorstep.

"It leans down, horns on either side of your head, to sniff you."

"I just stand there."

"It holds out the leg of some nasty, man-sized amphibian thing."

"I take a great big bite."

Soon the party, joined by the newbie wizard who ignored his instructions to guard the rope, found itself adopted into the herd.  They could even make out some of the big creatures' speech, and it became apparent that far from seeing them as threats the bull men viewed them as pets and a source of amusement.  As one fighter capered about with a pair of webbed, amphibian hands held at his sleeves in place of his own, one of the brutes rumbled, "Ha!  They are so funny.  Look at them.  We should take them to Commander Bik!"  And so it was decided.  The group was jostled into place and then the whole herd went rumbling off at a run.


The last 10 minutes was spend blindly navigating a series of teleport traps, during which time Thanatos was able to slip away and back to the rope leading out, which the bull men resolved by charging straight into at top speed until they eventually arrived at their desired destination.

Returning to their guard post with their new pets in tow, the beastmen were enraged to find a throng of rat-folk attacking their territory!  Battle was joined until Oliver, the humble level one magic-user equipped with little more than a broken bottle, cut loose on a rat-thing with a searing jolt of electricity (his only spell) killing it.  The rats panicked and fled.  The battle was won and Oliver was hoisted up on the shaggy shoulders of the bull men as a champion!

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Another great club session.  The party is pretty deep in the dungeon with a whole network of teleport traps between them and the entrance, so if someone doesn't come back to club next time or if they lose some PCs then bringing in new characters could be tricky (but I'll think of something).

Fitting D&D into Europe's Middle Ages

It seems silly to try and talk about placing Dungeons & Dragons in a social setting which draws from Europe's Middle Ages; afterall, it has knights and castles ... isn't it already grounded in the medieval?

But I've been reflecting on how the default assumptions about setting and the way that the fantasy world works owe far more to American Westerns than to other genres, despite all the swords and wizards painted on the outside.

 Consider:

• wandering heroes who roam town to town, helping the locals and righting wrongs
• frontier-style wilderness implied in modules B1, B2, B5 and elsewhere (parts of module N1, Against the Cult of the Reptile God read almost like something from Laura Ingalls Wilder)
• a complete absence of social class in which a man is as good as his sword arm and the PCs can apparently travel wherever they wish, bearing arms, without question
• the notion of smooth upward mobility through developed skill and the acquisition of wealth, regardless of birth
• assumed capitalism (xp is mainly gained from treasure, so wealth acquisition rather than birth, fulfillment of duty, or spiritual enlightenment is the way that one advances in the fantasy world)
• things usually start in the saloon ... I mean "tavern" ... rather than in a lord's feasting hall, in the market square, or the napse of a cathedral

None of these elements are unique to Westerns of course, but they form a constellation that has more in common with Gunsmoke or The High Chaparral than Le Morte d'Arthur.

Strictly defined social classes and the ubiquity of the Roman Catholic Church are arguably the two most defining elements of Western Europe in the middle ages, but both are essentially absent from the default D&D setting.

Anyway, whether you buy that line of thinking or not, I've been wondering just how you would fit a mix-matched band of cunning adventurers into a social world that resembled the 14th century more closely than the 19th.

Here are the four ideas I had for fitting D&D, with all that is implied by its systems, into something a bit more like the middle ages:

• The Tradesmen.  Dungeon crawling, it turns out, is a trade and the explorers are craftsmen of a sort.  Rather like expert cobblers, bakers, or tailors, one learns at the knee of his ol' da ("Ye've got to carry a pole lad ... no, not a six footer, tha will'na do!  She's got to be ten feet if she's an inch!  Why?  It's tradition boy!") and carries on the family trade.  Sure, it's a distasteful, dangerous, and somewhat disreputable trade, but quite necessary for the economy of the medieval landscape.  Afterall, how are lords to pay for all those wars if it wasn't for adventurers dragging cartloads of gold up from Pluto's vaults deep beneath the earth?  Spain could hardly have become the powerful empire that it is today had The Vault of the Drow not been claimed (and looted) in the names of Ferdinand and Isabella.

• The Mercenary Company. The Italian duke can hardly trust his own kin, so when he needs someone to fetch the magic maguffin it falls to these free men-at-arms (condottierre).  Of course, mercenaries have the nasty habit of destabilizing the land that hosts them (and looting the peasantry at every opportunity), so once the job is done the lord will be eager to see the back of them.

• The Ecclesiastic Order.  Dungeoneers are a branch of the Catholic Church and each explorer has taken holy vows (completely apart from any personal feelings of piety or indeed, in the case of elves, whether he or she actually even has a soul).  They perform quests and descend into dungeons at the will of the Archbishop, whether to do good deeds or to enrich the coffers of the Church and so extend its influence in the temporal sphere. 

• The Retinue.  German Prince Frederick calls the shots and the player characters are his retainers and lackeys.  If the he decides to go into the caverns and face the wyrm that sleeps there, then the PCs are sworn, bound, and beholden to come along in his train.  Many of the broader campaign choices center on the decisions of this high level NPC, but it's up to the characters to keep their meal ticket alive and happy.

I'm kind of curious why this last model didn't really appear much from the start of the hobby.

Having a more powerful and more experienced NPC "commander" ... a knight, bishop, or wizard ... seems like a natural way to ease new players into understanding the setting and making their first fumbling steps without a TPK.  It also provides an instant bond between characters which far surpasses, "you meet some strangers in a tavern ..."

Battles and encounters need not see the players relegated to a passive role either.  While Lady Torr battles the hill giant, the 1st level PCs deal with its goblin slaves ... that type of thing.

The Hobbit certainly set a precedent for how this sort of arrangement could work.  As the PCs (and players) grow in skill, they can go from supporting their lord to acting as her agents, rescuing her from threats, and eventually becoming her peer.


Has anyone seen or used this "retinue style" in play or print?

Today = Winning

Today, in our after school games club, I got to return to Dwimmermount, introducing three brand new players to the joys of the dungeon with a fourth (a vet from this past summer's camp) leading the way.  A fellow teacher jumped in at the last moment to round out the party with "Oliver", a low Strength, level 1 magic-user with only a broken bottle for equipment!

Guided by the partial maps of prior expeditions and the keen memory of "Thanatos", the stalwart fighting man, the group made steady and cautious progress toward a stair leading down to level two.



Stalked by a ravenous, seven-foot, bipedal canid, things looked ready to take a grim turn until Jack, a crossbow-wielding dungeon neophyte, decided to toss the creature a bone from a nearby heap.  One reaction check later and the group found a new ally!


"He's my pet!"

"Um ... I dunno.  I'm kinda freaked out by the big, hungry dog-thing."

"Maybe we can throw a bone and use him to go ahead of us to find dangerous stuff."

"No!  He's mine.  He likes me."

A bit further into the dungeon, the group came upon a narrow hall redolent with deadly looking fungus.  Sure enough, the words "deadly fungus" were even scrawled on of their maps in what looked to be about this location.  After lighting a bit of the growth with a cantrip, releasing a cloud of noxious spores, the group nevertheless decided to try passing through the area single file to reach the stairs beyond.

"Set a 20-sider.  One means that you are taking five minutes to tip-toe across the
room, going as carefully as possible.  Twenty means that you are dashing across in a second and a half."

The players set their dice ...  10, 1, 20, 20, 20.

Thanatos, started across at a walk, but a low Dex roll meant that he accidentally released more of the spores into the air ... leaving Oliver amid the cloud about the time that the three characters behind him shoved past at a sprint!

The dice showed a cruel streak and character after character began to gasp and choke, clawing at their throats.  It was at this point that Jack's player decided that she would throw a leg across the big, canid monster and "ride" it across the fungal patch.  Reaction check ... immediate attack.

By the end of the session Thanatos, half blind, staggered back toward the entry hall with another fighter, leaving Jack and Oliver writhing and choking on the floor.  A lone mystic, blind from spores and foaming at his nose and mouth, wandered to the head of the steps and began picking his way down toward the hidden dangers of level two.

None of the PCs actually died, however, so next week may see them ready to return to the dungeon.

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Meanwhile, at other tables around the library, former students (now in high school) ran Eberron and 5th edition D&D games for peers and middle schoolers while my own daughter continued her Basic D&D campaign.  Wizwar, RISK, Citadels, chess, and Munchkin-Fu were hosted at other tables ... practically a mini-convention now that the club has grown to 55 registered students with over 40 regular (weekly) attenders!


Arriving home, after looking at a snake that one of my kids had treed and enjoying dinner with the family, my oldest and I took Delta's Book of War out for a spin to see how it played ... skeletal horde vs a doughty human warband (humans got shredded despite an excellent little flanking maneuver).


A pretty doggone good day all-in-all.