Dragon Elder

By Madripoor Rose

Disclaimer: The X Men are the property of Marvel Entertainment, no copyright infringement intended.

Author's Note: I never played Dungeons & Dragons myself, but the roleplaying game changed the world.

"Katya?" Piotr's voice echoed up the attic stairs.

"Over here, Peter." She shook the multisided dice in her hand, hearing the click of stone sliding on stone.

"What are you doing?" He walked over to where she was sitting, surrounded by bits of her childhood.

"Gary Gygax died. The guy who created the Dungeons and Dragons role-playing game."

"Ah," he sighed, and sat down beside her, picking up a painted miniature. "I remember. You and Doug and Illyana played this game."

"Illyana used to joke that she was practically cheating, getting raised in an actual dungeon," Kitty said wistfully. She picked up a Monster Manual. "And hey, half the time we went up against a magic-user in battle, I tried some of the gaming strategy and it worked."

"The man made his mark on this world, and brought a lot of joy to people."

"Yeah, he did. I was thinking about that, Peter. When was the last time we did something for fun?"

His lips quirked.

She punched his shoulder.

"PG-related fun in a student/teacher situation. I know some of the kids are into gaming. I was thinking about bringing this stuff down and DungeonMastering an old-school adventure if anyone wants to try it. Lots of ten by ten rooms with an orc guarding a chest."

"I think the kids would enjoy that."

"Can you bring that box of books downstairs?"

"Is the Bogatyrs Of Old Kiev module in it?"


"Maybe you could base the game on The Dead Princess and The Seven Knights?"

"Oooh. That'd be more educational than a Lord of The Rings rip-off. You want me to sneak some Russian mythology and folklore into the kids?"

"You want me to carry a heavy box of books down two flights of stairs?"

"Deal," she sighed. "I miss the days when I just had to bat my eyelashes at you to get you to carry the heavy stuff."

"Katya. You know I'll always be here to help you carry the heavy stuff."

She'd been wallowing in melancholy memories when he first came up. Now she was planning to teach her love of gaming to the kids, to pass it on. Looking to the future. She smiled.


Thanks to Darkstorm 5000 for the title. And Jeremy Harper for beta-reading.