Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there! It’s a difficult, but rewarding, gig. At least that’s how I often experience fatherhood. Four of the six people in my current game are dads, and I appreciate the constant adjusting of schedules and balancing of parental responsibilities that takes place in order to ensure we continue to get together for our D&D game. Today, no D&D session. However, my spouse and oldest son did humor me by playing a skirmish game of A Song of Blades and Heroes (again, it’s Father’s Day). It was a blast (even though I lost)! It also allowed me to bust out some minis and one of my crafted boards and terrain.
I was totally slaying the foolish heroes played by my spouse and son. Those chumps entered this haunted cavern and just rushed into the packs of ghouls and skeletons without much thought to the advantage of numbers, and I eviscerated them one by one. It was glorious. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. My dice went cold, and after slaying every single hero except this purple robed mage (not pictured) I got my ass handed to me.
I had two ghouls, a skeletal warrior, and a skeletal archer against a lone mage. Apparently, I should not have underestimated my lone-standing foe because my wife went on to wield staff and spell like she was Gandalf the fucking purple! They both shouted in glory as my last ghoul got rocked. This was followed by various good-hearted jabs about me getting schooled on Father’s Day. That’s okay, my day started with bacon for breakfast and dinner will include short ribs and green beans served on a bed of rice with scallions, so I’m good.
Peace.