Dunael was a Blood Elf, a race of elves who believe that they help keep the world ticking by offering their blood in special sacrifices every day.
You need a little background ((And yes, I’m sorry, that means I’m going to tell you about my character.)) to understand why what happened was good, so here we go.Ĭlint’s game is full of home-brewed races and metaphysics and monsters and pretty much everything else.
In fact, I completely bobbled one occasion when Clint’s character was killed, and I’m still kicking myself.)). I want to remember how he did things, because I want to follow his example if I’m ever in his position ((I have been in his position before, you see, and haven’t handled it nearly as well. Tonight, Dunael died, and I want to take a moment to talk about how it was handled, because Clint did pretty much everything right. My buddy Clint has been running a D&D 3.5 campaign for about four and a half years, now, and I’ve been playing a warlock named Dunael ((I talk a little about him in this post.)).
