The Olympic Dwarf
(Lot of background, sorry. This is a taster session for new players for our potential d&d group. We’ve got more new players than experienced, a six person adventuring party plus the DM. Since we didn’t want to start something big, we’re doing a one off, the Lost Mines of Phandalin from the 5th edition starter kit, and we’re using pre-made characters, mine being a dwarf paladin with a shield, who “follows the old traditions of worship and sacrifice”. One fighter, who was already scouting ahead of the caravan, runs ahead to check out the caravan wreck ahead without telling us, and is immediately shot twice, bringing him down to 4 health, with two goblins now running out to attack.)
DM: Ok, so he’s off in the distance, and you can tell he’s badly hurt, but not much else. [Paladin], you’re up. You’ve got the movement to get within 15 feet and still have an action.
Me: I’m gonna throw my shield.
DM: You’re gonna… throw… your shield?
Me: Yep. Like a discus. Can’t kill both goblins, right? At his feet, so I don’t accidentally kill him myself.
DM: Go for it. Roll athletics, and [Fighter] roll Dex to try and catch it
(We somehow both succeed)
DM: Wow, ok. [Paladin] throws the shield with all his might, and [Fighter] manages to dive and grab it out of mid air. Is the Olympics your “traditions,” by any chance?
(From that point on, I tried to make everything I did some sort of Olympic event. I found some small bombs and meat for directing some worgs that I semi-successfully shot-putted, I used some javelins that whoever made this character inexplicably gave to them when they made them, high-jumped onto a bridge, failed at long-jumping over a river, etc. No sacrifices yet, but I do plan to keep those traditions once we get around to having a character-building session!)