here if you are so inclined. Part of what I wrote dealt with my creation of a character based on Robert E. Howard's Conan.
Conan is dead.
It was bound to happen. I got over zealous fighting some trolls. Before I could get healed, I bled out all over the ground. It happens to the best of us. It happened to Conan.
I'm strange when it comes to these types of role playing games. If my character dies, I don't usually bring him back. I won't go to the last saved game and start anew. And while Conan was only at fifth level, I had grown quite fond of him, but I still wasn't bringing him back. So the game has ended ... for now.
I'll go back to it at some point. I'll make a new character and start all over again. Maybe I'll make it past the fifth level. Maybe I won't make it past the first. Either way, I will never be playing Conan again. I won't remake him. I will be deleting the saved file. He is, like my assassin character in the original paper and pencil game, gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds never to see the windswept plains again.
As I watched the Game Over screen come up, only one thing really came to mind. A troll? Really? Yeah. Definitely not an ending fit for the greatest barbarian of all time.