Yesterday, my five-year-old daughter decided to take up the mantle of Dungeon Master for the first time. She created a dungeon, populated it with monsters, drew up some magic items.
I played a stalwart dwarf named Holdrick the Stumpy. He lived in the mystical realm of Narnia, the world beyond the wardrobe.
Unfortunately, trouble was brewing in Narnia. Holdrick heard a rumor that Bad Aslan had created an underground stronghold and was amassing forces.
Holdrick set out to see if the rumor was true. He entered the dungeon cautious, but was quickly overwhelmed. In the first room, he was beset by 5 red dragons, that promptly devoured him.
Thus ended the tale of Holdrick the Stumpy, who lived and died in the land of Narnia
