Well around this time, my father had decided to let me play with his D&D group, because it was hard to get our original group together. And also around this time was when I was really liking Caress as a character, so I used her a lot in our campaigns.
And of course, because of the fact of her dwarves siege cannon, she was running out of cannonballs. So my dad took it upon himself to make up a whole new dungeon for Caress to go through.
Caress and the rest of the party go back to the old dwarf in the middle of nowhere, to find out that he *gasp* ISN’T SENILE ANYMORE. Yeah, it turns out that he’s actually pretty pissed off, and actually remembers us from the last time. Why is he not senile anymore? Well someone had stolen his forge. The one that makes the cannonballs. He turns to us to look for it, and thankfully we had a Ranger with us. We made off after the thieves, but we found that the tracks split. The thieves apparently got jumped by a goblin band, who then made off with the forge.
So we go after the goblin band, because who cares about the people who stole the damn thing, and we ended up killing all but one goblin, who told us that they were hired by a wizard who is in charge of a toll booth on a bridge.
We go to the bridge and bull doze our way through, since there was only one guy on the bridge. But the tower was empty, except for two halfling boys, who decided to follow me despite all my arguments against it. They told us that the wizard had fled to a fort with lizard men.
We end up getting to the fort, and I use the last of my cannonballs to take out a hole in the fort, as well as many people I can, while the rest of the party charges up. After I had finished using the rest of my cannonballs, I started running up. It was a really hard battle. Why? Because the wizard had summoned a demon to take out the party. Luckily the party had taken out the wizard and the other people before they all fell.
Now this all happened in a couple of rounds, and because I was a dwarf, and the other 3 companions I had with me were all short as well, it took us forever to get to where the rest of the party was. Just take a second to imagine when Caress had arrived, all her party members were dead, and the demon had been dismissed because the duration of the spell had run out. If this was a movie, that would’ve been hilarious.
So thankfully we were able to revive all the rest of the party members because Fritz, one of my other companions, was a cleric with raise dead. And we searched throughout the whole fort, but there was no sign of the forge. Turns out, while we were fighting, the thieves who had stolen the forge in the first place had snuck in and stolen the forge back.
Well at this point, my dad’s group had just had enough with all this running around and dying, so we ran and caught up with the thieves, who had almost brought the forge in a giant circle back to the old dwarf.
And of course, when we brought the forge back, the old dwarf became senile again.
That wasn’t the last time we saw the old dwarf, but that was certainly the last memorable time I remember the old dwarf, mostly because my dad’s group of D&D players could only handle so much of his craziness. And ironically, we still don’t know his goddamn name. After 8 years of playing Caress, we still don’t know that dwarf’s name. DX