Entry for May 02, 2007

I have noticed on Berethrin's blog he has been waxing lyrical about Dungeons and Dragons, and it has brought back more than a few happy memories for me. Hours and hours and hours of fun with my pals rolling funny shaped dice and poring over stastitics in weird manuals. My mum (I can still see you mum) bringing us in tea and biscuits while we held our breaths and hoped to roll a twenty.
Of course, that was in the days when we were diverting our adolescent hormones into battling caves full of imaginary undead. But eventually, our testosterone led us away from chasing Experience Points and towards the fairer sex. One by one, we forsook our dungeons for other dark places - The Student Union, Virgo's Show Bar, and the back row of The Odeon.
But I like to think that we have some adventures left in us. Somewhere, in the upper room of some Tavern in the deeper reaches of my imagination there's a rusty +1 shield hanging on the wall, next to a dusty old bag that looks quite ordinary. Perhaps just a bit too ordinary. A deep bag, with a door to another dimension where treasures of the past lie just beyond this day to day world. A Bag of Holding.
And one day the tavern door will open and some shadowy figures will step into the light. All a little older now - the wizard a little rounder, the cleric a little greyer and the thief just that little bit more crafty.
A cloaked stranger bursts into the room....