Dr. Collingwood didn't expect to see Mr. Moore, Carson, and Dr. Buck show up in her neighborhood at the park. She shot Carson a look. They'd been able to air out their grievances to each other and got along fairly well, but still didn't exactly see eye to eye all the time. Mr. Moore was holding a colorful box. Lawrence called them over.
Mr. Moore held up the box. "I haven't really had time to do this so... wanna play Dungeons and Dragons? I got enough character sheets and dice for everyone."
Dr. Collingwood grinned under her mask. "Oh come on Matt, do you really need to ask?"
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"And then my druid turns to the barbarian and is all 'Really, big guy? You can't solve every problem by trying to smash it to pieces with your hammer!'"
They had gotten a good campaign rolling. She was playing a Circle of the Moon druid, Lawrence had a Storm Herald barbarian, Mr. Moore was a Battle Smith artificer, and Carson was playing a Divine Soul sorcerer. Buck was DM'ing the whole thing.
"Is there a way to climb the wall?" Carson asked.
"No," said Dr. Buck. "The walls are slicked with grease." She had a slight smirk. Finally there was an obstacle that would be at least a slight cha-
"I wildshape into a giant eagle. All aboard, everybody!" Dr. Collingwood said cheerfully, inwardly chuckling as she watched Buck's reaction to remembering that she was a Circle of the Moon Druid.
Dr. Buck groaned. "I hate you."
Mr. Moore noticed.
"Don't worry, I've wanted to rip my hair every single d*mn time I'm DM'ing and she's playing a Circle of the Moon druid."
"Maybe I shouldn't allow you to play a Circle of the Moon druid ever again," Dr. Buck muttered.
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The Breaking Wheel
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