To Hit Armor Class 0

The labyrinth is row after row of black obsidian walls. Lit torches are in bronze holders fastened to the walls every 30 feet or so. They cause the black stones to look wet and slick. You are here because the Minotaur has one of the seven golden keys. There are three tunnels before you, which one would you like to take?

I look up from my notes, from where I am sitting in my Dad,s chair. Tim is under the table looking at his character sheet, he doesn't play as often as the others, so I had to prepare his monk for him. Scott is lounged out on the couch, character, as usual, is insane. Beside him is Justin, my brother, who was playing a were tiger and often partnered up with Larry, who was playing a thief. Eric was playing a cleric with a mean streak. We were friends, and as weak as this story was, it drew us together.

Scott wanted to roll to choose the direction, Larry and Justin told him, as they did with many his ideas, that this was stupid. Soon, the conversation got louder and louder. I love passionate disagreement in my D&D games, but my parents are not so happy when it takes place at one in the morning while they are trying to sleep. We here the door open between the back of the house, where we are, and the front of the house where my parents are trying to sleep. My Dad tells us if we can't keep it down everyone will have to go home. When he leaves, the argument continues, but in harsh whispers.

So, I do what I think every DM does to add harmony to the party I attack them.

From above you drops what, at first, you think is a black cape, but you soon realize is a living creature. It is a Cloaker, a beast that completely envelops it's prey and digests them while they struggle to escape. I pass Justin a note card letting him know his character sees two more.

It's then the table is knocked over. The remaining pizza is saved, but one of the two liters spills on the floor. We pick it up quickly, after the books and papers are rescued and start to clean the mess. We do, but the volume is creeping up again. So, Justin has a towel on the mess, Tim is working to get himself outfrom under the table. The others are waiting for me to draw the map, while I'm shushing everyone. There is excitement and joy which must be restrained.

In the surprise round, the cleric gets engulfed and the were tiger points out where the other two are going to drop down at. The heroes have a plan. They will free Eric's character and try t get the three croakers in position for a fireball. There is no thoughts of homework or popularity. We don't care about who is going to what party. Here, in this moment, I am a storyteller and my friends are all heroes.

Roll initiative, I say. 20 sided dice of a variety of colors roll on the table.

"Alright, what is the monk going to do," I ask. Tim looks confused for a moment. "What's thAC0 mean?" he says.