This story is from way back in the ancient days of D&D. Our small band of four players consisted of a Fighter, a Ranger, my Cleric and the DM's NPC Wizard. We started at level 1 as we usually did back in the day and my growth from humble Necromancer to powerful ruler began right...

I was running a 5th edition campaign with 5 players who were about level 8, having progressed all the way from 1st level. The party had been asked to round up a series of magical artifacts to try and prevent the return of a terrible magical force. Fairly typical D&D fantasy hero stuff. The party...