So we started by introducing our characters in our little group of four players, the ones i was playing with. There was a Dwarf, Human, Partly-Immortal Red Dragonborn, and me. The really old High Sol Elf Artificer. The Human and Dwarf were fighters and Dragonborn a barbarian. 

As you can see, we had no healers. Keep that in mind. So we started with our DM, Mr. Dawsari, giving us three choices to go, or was it two? Anyway. We chose to investigate a undead full castle or stronghold. 

So first I roled a d20 for a history check to get more info. 20. I got a 20 right off the back. So the history was roughly a lich want to spread the joy of being undead, eventually it back fired and here we are. In short,  he got trashed. So years later, here comes us bumbling fools, yes. Bumbling. We all failed our survival skills. Well except the Dragonborn. So first; the dwarf, who was drunk, decide to bang into trees. Then I, leaned up against some brambals, causing it to crash onto myself and well. Profanity happened. Then the human ran his foot into what we thought was a log, but noooooo! It was a big, f***ing alligator. 

Forgot to mention that we were in a place like Lusitania bijou. 

So we had to attack it. In short, I miss with my crossbow. The dwarf leans up agaist a tree and pisses, then wails at the aligator. The human helps and dragonborn face plants 10 ft through the mud and then blows fire at it. And thee end. 

And that end my first encounter of the day.