D&D birthday

Jordan wanted to have a D&D birthday party, and I was the genius who recruited his brilliant dungeonmaster Ben (now the head of Dungeon School) to run it. It was a completely awesome day. Jordan landed himself a fantastic costume:

The nine players set themselves up in the basement (I guess that’s where D&D is really most at home) and went at it for four hours nonstop. Jordan is very into dragons, and their custom-designed adventure led them through the body of a dragon, in a submersible.

There was an inn in the gut of the dragon, whose front faced the lake of acid and mystical flotsam inside the dragon's belly.

The inn was a modular set piece with working doors, movable rooms, and staircases. Ben built it for the party and Jordan got to keep it for future adventures.

The climactic battle was a huge confrontation to save the life of the dragon, involving a frost worm, a necromancer who summoned dozens of skeletons, magical mists, and necrotic foam. Jordan himself vanquished the necromancer and was personally thanked by a vast dragon Eidolon, keeper of the winds of life, protector of the dragon's breath.

The frost worm also appeared on the cake – Jordan’s design, my execution. When the frost worm was beaten, we ate him.

Upstairs, there was literally nothing for us grownups to do. I actually took a nap at one point. Later in the afternoon some other parents came by and socialized. The kids emerged only when we forced the campaign to an end, sweating and shouting and declaring this the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.