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Will take years to finish

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The level of consistency is amazing. Is this using the new model?

OP32 minuti fa

Going to be keeping this as a series - stay turned for their first proper session

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Really good! Would like to play with them!

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DnD Girls Night - Session 0

Isla's been playing DnD for a while (see our original challenge set - https://betterwaifu.com/post/jen7biz ) and she wanted to get her friends in on it too. Image 1 The lamp glowed amber against the dark window, city lights scattered below like fallen dice. Isla set the campaign folder on the table, dice clattering as chip bowls and character sheets found their places. "Okay ladies, thanks for joining me tonight" she said, tucking a stray pink curl behind her ear, "before we roll anything — what classes are you guys thinking?" Image 2 "I've been reading up," Isla continued, warming to it, "and I think I want to try an artificer. Like, cool potions an—" Image 3 "I WANT TO BE A PIRATE!" Erin cut in, already halfway out of her seat, eyes blazing. "A swashbuckling one! With a cool sword and maybe even a flintlo—" Image 4 "Erin!" snapped Isla, massaging her temple to calm herself down. "Pirate isn't a class. Did you even open the rulebook I lent you?" She flipped it open, spinning it across the table. Image 5 "You could be a barbarian or something. That's basically pirate-adjacent, minus the boat." Erin slumped back, muttering, but her grin didn't fully fade — an axe-swinger wasn't the worst consolation prize. Image 6 Isla tapped her chin, glasses catching the lamplight. "Actually," she mused, "being a dancer would be fun too." Image 7 The table shook. "You just SAID I couldn't be a made-up class," Erin bellowed, palms slamming the wood so hard the dice bowl jumped, "and now YOU'RE going to be a dancer?!" "Erin, breathe—" Amelia raised both hands, caught between the two of them, cheeks pink with secondhand embarrassment. Isla, deflating slightly, held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay — no pirates, no dancers." She turned to Amelia with a hopeful smile. "So what did you land on?" Image 8 "I think druid would actually suit you," Isla offered before Amelia could answer. "You're always going on about loving nature, and druids are usually so gentle and peaceful." Image 9 Amelia's fingers twisted together. "Um — actually," she said, not quite meeting their eyes, "I was thinking it might be fun to try playing a paladin." Image 10 Silence. Then Isla and Erin both lost it, doubling over the character sheets in a fit of laughter that had Erin wheezing and Isla wiping her eyes. "Why not?!" Amelia flushed scarlet, hands flying to her hips. "What's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with it," Isla managed between giggles, "it's just — it's really not you, Amelia." "I could be a paladin!" Amelia insisted, though the stammer undercut her a little. "I can be brave when it matters. Okay yeah I get it, shields and swords — but looking after people... that's a me thing!" Erin, still grinning, threw an arm around her shoulders. "Sure it is, Sir Amelia." They settled eventually, dice sorted, character sheets smoothed flat, and the laughter faded into the easy quiet of a plan finally taking shape. Image 11 So there it was: a paladin who flinched at her own reflection in polished armour, a barbarian who couldn't wait to swing first and ask questions never, and an artificer who'd already mapped out four contingency plans nobody had asked for. Not the party any of them expected to build — but somehow, exactly the one they wanted to play.