The Eternal Mysticism of Dungeons and Dragons

There's sometihng speical aobut sititng down together and creating something where there was nothing. WIth a pencill, paper,a nd a few dice, my friends and I write a story in the air. The room around us seems to fade and then disappear, replaced by a gloomy forest with towering trees or else a bustling port city rich with markets and the smell of spice. We are no longer just a group of nerds, but an adventuring party! Tall, mysterious elves with rune-etched words, the decendants of demons armed with knives and stuffed bunnies, or spell slinging humans in shimmering robes. We are no longer highschoool students with classes in the morning, but heroes and villains, reshaping the world as we see fit. We have control over only ourselves as the world dissolves around us ,but we stand strong against the tide. Slicing through monsters, taking the treasure, and falling in love. This is the eternal mysticism of Dungeons and Dragons-from the arcane rules to the piles of shiny dice, a mystic surrounds it all. Once you're in, you're in for life, and the  stories you tell stick like darts to a tavern dartboard. 

roxyforthewin

MA

YWP Alumni

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