For my local D&D group.
For the past six months or so I’ve been running a 3.5 D&D group. I had only attempted to DM once before, and frankly, I was terrible at it. My husband had run the 3.5 Ravenloft module a few years back, and since I had so much fun with it, I thought I’d give it a shot myself. So far I feel like I’m doing a much better job at running games in general, and my players are actually enjoying themselves, despite the repeated deaths of the barbarian. In my defense, he really aught to stop bashing down every door in sight. Every tool is an axe and every problem is something that needs to be killed with said axe. Dwarves, I swear to god. Where was I?
In about 2 weeks, the game will be over, for two reasons. One, my party is finally right outside the lair of the master vampire, and two, I’m moving to Charlotte on June 13th, or there about.
Hubby accepted a position just outside of Charlotte some eight months ago, with plans for me to move there eventually. My boss has okay’d me working from Charlotte, so there I go.
I’m excited and terrified. I knew change would have to come sooner or later, and I’ve had quite a bit of time to prepare for the move. Gods willing, we’ll be packing up all three cats and migrating them to our new primary residence in a few short weeks. I’m sure they’re going to love the trip. Cats love trips. (no, they really don’t). Okay, I’m not really terrified, but it will be interesting.
I’m also sad because I just found a new barn to ride at, but we’ll be back from time to time so hopefully I’ll have some time to squeeze in weekend lessons.