The Dungeon-Crawler’s Creed

This is my ten foot pole. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My ten foot pole is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My ten foot pole, without me, is useless. Without my ten foot pole, I am useless. I must point my ten foot pole true. I must prod harder than the trap that is trying to kill me. I must prod it before it prods me. I will…

My ten foot pole and myself know that what counts in this dungeon is not the 20s that we roll, the noise of our magic missile, nor the saves we pass. We know that it is the hits that count: the hits we avoid. We will not be hit…

My ten foot pole is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its shaft and its grain. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my ten foot pole clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…

Before God, I swear this creed. My ten foot pole and myself are the defenders of my party. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but peace!

Comments (3)

david (August 2nd, 2010)

hehe I did the same thing awhile ago my polyhedron dice and called it the “dice oath”

I love reading stuff like this that people make up for our hobby. Good stuff!

-david - My Game Blog

bob (August 2nd, 2010)

All Praise to the ten foot pole!

Darth Achaeron (August 2nd, 2010)

And so was created the ten foot pole. And the earth did look upon this pole, of and in all ten feet of said pole, and saw it was good.

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