[ WP ] An elf , a dwarf , and a wizard are filling out the character sheets for their next game of Dayjobs and Drudgery , a role-playing game set in the world of humans .

Ok, it was time for the inevitable... 
 Due to the fact that the thieves guild had discounts for frequent customers, I was able to secure the best line item, 4 times in a row, for a discount. I had a special treat in mind, as I handed the headbands of communication and the globes of poresitdigitation out to the Party. 200 Goldpieces a pop, becauise they were treated with missive, and as the shifty looking Guy with the crystals assured me, they would allow us to communicate, as long as we were on the same plane. Plus, a series of globes of prestidigitation. 
 
 It was not as if we had any social lives, at all. 
 
 4 years later, I had the party ready for yet an other session. 
 
 `` Ok, you guys, this is the first session and character generation, so at least try to be on good behavior. Ok, lets check for communications. `` 
 
 I rubbed the crystal ball. My game master headbandallowed me minor controll over the thr.... why were there four other crystal balls, tuned to the same frequency? 
 
 `` You know, guys, do a checkup. We have an extra crystal ball online. `` 
 
 `` You know, `` said the wizard, and smiled smugly, `` I appreciate you having the special dialect for this, but there is a real world preccedent. I mean, this is only a minor magical item, powered by magic. Not something that is... what is this called.... Technology?'' 
 
 I closed my eyes, and slapped myself. stupid, stupid, stupid. he worked in the field of magical items, I knew that. The lingo just washed out. 
 
 `` I am sorry, Kelgor. I suppose you had a hard day at the unseen university? `` 
 
 `` Hard day? my word, you do not know hard day untill you had to explain to a commoner for the sixth time that a potion of cure light wounds is strictly speaking a magical item, but if she has troubles with the potion, she should go to the temple she got it from, not to us. Then, I spend 15 minutes explaining to her what the difference between a magical item of a divine nature, and a magical item of an arcane nature. To which she replies, but I got it off an arcane caster, t'was a bard. OOOh, I wished I had a summon monster spellslot ready, I would have put a fiendish scorpion down her pants in a heartbeat. `` 
 
 That was Kelgore for you. Open, direct, and very lovely. I got to knew him when I sold a box of what I honestly thought was changeling hair, that later turned out to be doghair. Who knew? 
 
 I knew back in the non magical world, he worked Magicasl item surrport at the universities support desk. A lovely lad, but with latent anger issues. 
 
 `` Duude, you and your pants....'' said the Dwarf, as I reached for the mute rune. It banished them for five minutes on a private frequency, where they could be on equal footing, and where they could curse to their hearts contents. The dwarf had been a coincidence find. Practiced fighter, but with the heart of a poet. His problem was, that a few weeks after he had joined our group, he had been moved to a garrison in the north. Apparently, because he was too tan and too short, he had been having some frustrations in the love department. A very nice guy, but with a terrible temper. Gotrek. slayer without equal, but I found it hard to believe how..... he could have a soul of a poet. when the rest of the players started firing anything in sight, he would actually stop and think. 
 
 I observed the runes. 5 lights, 2 of them confirmed plus me. Well, I could as well ask around. 
 
 `` So, who else is on? Please, say something, so I can at least have some dignity. `` 
 
 `` How long do you suppose the other two will be out? `` 
 
 Lynwyn, elven ranger. stationed in the forests of the south, that were known as jungles, she was apparently very popular with the locals. I had been very cautious with letting her play, because women in gaming tend to be a bit too sucessfull ( or, as Gotrek may say, `` gender specific levels in scheming and plotting'' ), but it had turned out to gbe a good call. She often played without much deep knowledge, and after apparently a snake from her region had found its way up to here, and bit Kelgore in the nose ( I had my doubts it was the nose... ), because she said her crystal balöl was still sending while she was changing, The two had even foiund some sort of grudging mutual respect. 
 
 `` I guess five or six minutes. They need to scream insults, before they remember, we have game night. So, any news from you guys? `` 
 
 `` Nothing much. Do you know the tribes down here are under the sad belief that if they give elves a free drink, they have a higher chance of bedding them? `` 
 
 I sighed. 
 
 `` Lynwyn, you are allmost 200 next year. I know this is barely the age where you have to send message to your mother every year, but bedding humans that are allmost 50? Does n't it feel like robbing cradles?'' 
 
 `` That's the joke about why I love humans. They stay the same age....'' 
 
 I shook my head. Bad idea. I may have had feelings for her a while back, but to bring it up..... 
 
 `` Ok, so who is the new guy? I doubt Kelgore or Gotrek had the gold over....'' 
 
 `` He is a barbarian I got to know. `` 
 
 I sighed. Big, burly..... No wonder SHE had found HIM... 
 
 `` Ok, barbarian. can I get you to say something too?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know? `` came back a silent, allmost shy reply. I sighed. I guess we had to spend a bit more time with the setup. 
 
 20 Minutes later. 
 
 `` And this is how you set it up. Really, every rank one manual for use magical item says, do n't touch it when you do n't have problems. `` 
 
 `` Thanks. `` 
 
 I shoved all runes in the small circlet of summoning. The other portraits arrived in the crystal ball. Gotreks Fist, black. Kelgores sigil, Lynwynns portrait, and the new guys.... was that a horn? I shook my head. 
 
 `` Ok, people, suggestion. Maybe the new person should choose the setting? `` 
 
 `` Why should he get to choose the setting? `` said Kelgor. I sighed. 
 
 `` lets recap. You Kelgor choose a setting. The second world war. You convinced everyone to play soldiers, with you as an officer. You fought quite a few sucessfull battles, you rallied the country, and you managed to get the campaign rolling. Bund von brüdern...'' 
 
 `` But then you had to wreck it. Who knew that Germany would loose the Second World War? `` 
 
 `` It's canon. I mean, you have read the sourcebooks, right? `` 
 
 `` Man, still, it was bullshit. You could have let them win, man. It's only a game. `` 
 
 `` And you could have simply accepted that my games are canon. I mean, nothing against it, but seriously, just turning around an entire canon? What next, nazis on the moon? as I told you, steampunk is an abnomination, and those modules will not be played. Gnomish writers make bad fanfiction. We play by proper published modules only. `` 
 

