Cincinnati, Ohio, 1983 a group of four ambitious lads crack open a red boxed set of Basic Dungeons & Dragons. Paul, Mike, Steve and Sean embarked on a journey back in time, picked up hammer and shield and did great battle with creatures of myth and legend…
One who read anything he could get his hands on started with modules, then expanded to his own masterful creations, dungeons, fortresses and eventually kingdoms unfolded on the graph paper before Mike. Play time ended, and the Dungeon Master surfaced to take control of the game.
Players come and players go, but a good DM is always in demand. As a single man, with a car, a day job, and some disposable income game night became EVERY NIGHT, some where out there in Greater Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky. A Dm grows older, wiser and somehow in the midst of a divorce turns to his friends and AD&D to save his sanity.
Written specifically for the group at hand, The Song of the Nightwalker is sung…Nicole, Billy, Amelia, Mark, Jon, Bruce, Allison, Matt, Cindy, and David (with Doug and Sandy as a witness!) spend nearly every Friday night(sometimes Saturday too!)for 5 years hunting the lich Ebonwrath and preventing him from uniting the Evil Regalia of Might!
We all grow older and in time we grow apart, I still see and hear from those that took part in the hunt. We laugh and remind each other of the good times we had. A new age is dawning, those that hunted Ebonwrath now have children of their own, and soon…very soon The tales will begin anew!
Come with me, dust off that helm, mend that old tarnished armor, take that holy weapon down from the place of honor above the mantle. Place it in the hands of the next generation, and let the fight begin again!