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*NOTE*, the roll mentioned in the title, was NOT my daughter’s first roll.

So, for context, my daughter (10f) has been listening to me (39m) and my son (17m) talk about D&D for a while. She’s been reading the “young adventurers guid, and has been adamant that we needed to teach her how to play.
This past weekend, the three of us sat down to play “Lost Mines of Phandelver” using the pre-Gen characters until she finishes making her own character.

Start the session, find the horses, and get attacked by the goblins.

Roll initiative: Gob, Daughter, Son, Gob, Gob, Gob.
Very first roll is the goblin launching an arrow at my son’s Halfling Rogue.

Natural 20.

Roll the D6 for damage (1D6+2), it’s a 6.
First attack of the game my sons Rogue (9HP) took 14 damage.

A few failed attacks from both the goblins and my daughter, she finally nailed one for 11 and took it out. Her next turn she decided to barter with the remaining goblins, her fine clothing for them to bugger off. DC of 15 (5 per goblin) she rolled a 16 and it worked.

TL;DR:
Son knocked out in first attack thanks to critical damage.
Daughter ends the encounter by bartering with the remaining goblins.

A very interesting introduction to D&D for her 🤣

Elowen Emberoot is an orphaned teifling raised by a grove of druids. When she was young, she had a natural penchant for druidcraft and the grove saw her as a blessing, but as she grew, her magic became tainted. Rather than bringing life to nature around her, plant life withered and died in the presence of her magic. Kicked out of the grove when the elders declared her magic “touched by darkness”, she has been living alone in the woods ever since, growing wilder every day… until giants came trampling through her forest pursued by a band of rowdy adventurers

''Therese Le Plat was born into an aristocratic and respected family, the daughter of Armand and Sidonie Le Plat. Her childhood was comfortable and peaceful, marked by a good education and few problems. During this period, she developed a strong bond with the maid Margarette, whose death was her first encounter with grief.

Years later, a new maid named Vivian arrived at the house. The two became inseparable and, over time, their friendship blossomed into love. When they reached adulthood, they became engaged. While Therese worked at the public registry office, following in her father's footsteps, the couple built their life together and planned their own wedding without depending on the family fortune.

After the death of her parents, Therese finally married Vivian. However, during the ceremony, a crossbow bolt struck Vivian in the back, also piercing Therese. The two died in each other's arms before the panicked guests. Accepting their fate together, they believed they would go to eternal rest alongside Therese's family.

However, fate had other plans. That same night, Therese awoke again in the empty chapel, discovering that death had not been the end of her story.''

The Scars on the Dovahkiin

“How’d you get that scar?” I asked, pointing to her chest. An “X” shaped scar, white and pale against her dark Orsimer skin, was right under her bosom. She placed a hand over it. “That one,” she murmured, trying to remember.

We were in White River, having a swim. As she was discarding her armor, I couldn’t help but stare at the many scars that marked her body. It was more marked up than her Skyrim map; she was constantly updating though there was hardly any room left for markings.

“I want to say, Bonestrewn Crest,” she finally answered. “I walked up the stairs, following a fox, getting ready to kill the dragon at the top. As I walked, I got blasted by ice from a soul gem trap to my left. Hit me right in the chest and knocked me back down the steps. My chest plate broke, of course. But I was alright. Just unconscious for a few hours.”

“You’re lucky no animals got to you,” I said, impressed by the story.

“I know. Honestly, I’m lucky the dragon didn’t get me.”

She picked up a small bottle from a pocket; she drank its contents with a sigh of relief and tossed it on the ground. I noticed a dribble of remains. It had a violet color and smelled odd but still familiar, and I nearly reached for a taste but restrained myself. She stripped down to her tiny underclothes: a sheer bra and thong-styled underwear. It looked like she had made it from a Forsworn's outfit. She probably had. I stayed under my cloak to keep my skin from the sun, but I still stepped into the water and sat on a rock, watching the flow take leaves and flowers away. She slowly walked next to me; her legs, darkened with bruises, disappeared into the water.

How is she still alive, I thought to myself.

“That one?” I pointed to what looked like a crater just below her belly button. I looked to her back to see that whatever hit her, it came out the other side.

“Ah, yes,” she said with a grimace. “I wasn’t faring too well against a mage once. Ice spike after ice spike came flying my way.” I winced at the thought. As someone who regularly sent ice spikes into people and animals, I didn’t even want to imagine how it felt to take one. I stared at that scar, positive that she’d never be able to bear children. Would she even want to, leading the lifestyle she did?

“And these?” I got close to her and felt her left wrist where a jagged mark was.

“From, um, assassination…attempts, that is,” she said, moving away to face me.

“People have tried to assassinate you?”

“Yes, all the time. I get Dark Brotherhood assassins trailing me in the woods around Falkreath almost every time I’m in the area. And amateurs, too. They’re pretty sloppy, the amateurs. They usually have the writs on their person with the name of the person who wants me dead.”

“Have you killed any of them in retaliation?”

“Yes. But I prefer to just waltz into their towns and say hi. Some stare at me like I’m a ghost and others act perfectly normal.”

“Sounds amusing.”

“I get my amusements where I can.” She dipped her head into the water and came back up, her thin black hair sticking to her neck. “Such an interest in my body,” she said, smirking at me. “You know, if you want to really get to know me that way, you don’t have to ask all these roundabout questions. We both know that eventually, you’ll be pointing to my chest, my rear, and eventually my—”

“This isn’t like that!” I insisted. She laughed, echoing off nearby mountains and scaring away a few goats who had come to get a drink. I shook my head at her. “But really,” she said, “why the interest?”

“I’ve never seen anyone with so many battle scars on their body,” I said. “Who is alive, that is.”

“Coming from a Nord, that means a lot,” she said sincerely.

“How is it that you’ve survived this long?”

“Luck and skills, I guess.” She examined her own body, her all-dark eyes scanning her scars as one did with their own hand. “Perhaps mostly luck. There had been quite a few times I didn’t think I’d make it. People tell me I make it look easy. None of it has been easy. And I think that one day the toll will take my body from me. Or me from my body. Whichever comes first.”

I watched her as she spoke, unsure of how to respond. As a vampire, I never pondered death much. I couldn’t imagine being a mortal in her place.

She got up and walked deeper into the water to swim. I simply sat and watched her body, so bruised and battered, and by its look, on the brink of death.

Dassanah is a dhampir rogue who walks the line between light and darkness, never truly belonging to either world. Small in stature and graceful in her movements, she has long black hair that falls to her waist, pale skin like ivory, and striking crimson eyes that reveal the vampiric blood running through her veins. Her dark beauty often draws both fascination and fear, causing many to judge her before they ever learn who she truly is.
Despite her intimidating appearance, Dassanah is kind-hearted, gentle, and deeply compassionate. Since childhood, she has endured prejudice, suspicion, and loneliness because of her vampiric heritage. Branded a monster by people who never took the time to understand her, she learned to keep her distance from others, isolating herself to protect both her own heart and those around her.
Unlike many vampires, Dassanah refuses to feed on humans. Determined not to become the creature people believe her to be, she survives by feeding only on animals, carrying the burden of her hunger in silence. It is a difficult path, one that demands constant self-control and sacrifice, but her strong sense of morality has never wavered.
Usually dressed in simple black tank tops and dark trousers, she moves through the shadows with remarkable stealth and agility, relying on her talents as a rogue to survive. Hidden beneath her clothing is a mysterious magical tattoo etched across her back, a mark whose true power and origin remain unknown. Though her life has been filled with hardship and solitude, Dassanah still believes that a person's worth is defined by their choices, not by the blood they inherit. Beneath the appearance of a creature of the night lies a gentle soul searching for acceptance and a place to call home.
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Our epic campaign recently ended with the big, bad guy winning over Faerun and invading the kingdom with undead.

I was DM'ing and left one player-character behind the big, bad guy unseen, with a weapon, ready to stop the approaching war. The player decided the character wouldn't do it, and that the character would just walk away. So instead of delivering an epic finale to a victorious campaign (all other players were incapacitated) where he was the hero of the day, he chose to walk away.

I get it, play-the-character and all that but, jeez.

Anyone else had this happen in your story?