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8 yrs ago
Leaving 20 September until 30 October. Going to be a shitty time in the field. Probably going to be a week after that before I even think about writing again.
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Going on exercise as of 19 September. Not sure if I am going for 3 or 6 weeks...
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Vacation time! Will try to keep posting, but can't guarantee anything, please be patient.
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RIP in peace, Bauble. We barely knew ye...
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ATTENTION:
Course is over! Whoop! Whoop!
I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
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Oliver nodded when Sanguine declared she would start. That was probably the best way to do things. He interjected a few times, pointing out things he'd noticed. Mostly about their military capabilities. But beyond that he wasn't much help. He wanted to save people, not take notes. So he mostly paced the library for an hour and a half, listening to what the Guild Master had to say, and learning a thing or two at the same time. Eventually, the vampire ran out of things to have written down, and the warrior was a little relieved. Now they could relax. He was hopeful when the librarian started packing up, but quickly found his hopes shot down when the woman started going on about a meeting.

The Paladin didn't let his disappointment show. Instead he nodded in agreement. "I like the part where we go get drunk." he chuckled when Sanguine commented on his lack of objections. He didn't see the point in talking to all their lieutenants, but wasn't going to argue with her about it. They headed out of the library, and he immediately accosted the first servant they came across. "Call a meeting. I want all of the guild's leaders in the throne room as soon as possible." he demanded. The servant only paused long enough to nod before running off, his new duty clearly more important than whatever shenanigans he had been up to before hand.

"So... What are you doing later?" he asked as smoothly as he could, a not-quite-suppressed grin on his lips. He did manage to keep from chuckling, but only barely. He supposed the only thing left for him to do now was to hope that the meeting would be quick. He couldn't think of anything to contribute right now, so he supposed that would help. If the vampire decided to drone on, though, he might go a little crazy...
Yeah, our DM only rewards ROLEplaying. ROLLplayers tend to get fucked out of the good stuff. I was doing really well with my kobold because I was playing him so well. Unfortunately, certain characters are more self-destructive than is worth saving XD

That's quite impressive. I think if my cleric gets ganked again I'm going to roll a Barbarian and see if I can bump him up to like 4th or 5th level so I can tank hard when I get abandoned. I think the DM said he was going to roll up a barbarian NPC companion for my character, though, so that at least I'll have something watching my back when the thief runs off to stir the shit pot. The most hilarious part of the thief was the way she would blame the kobold for everything. She was surprisingly well-behaved for a thief, but that mostly just meant she didn't contribute jack shit. My kobold stirred that pot pretty good, but things always turned out decently for everyone in the end, even when he died. He was the only one not okay after that...

I'm playing with a party of chaotic or neutral characters. my neutral good cleric is probably going to be a debbie downer...
Yeah, it's a bit strange.

The problem is that my new character isn't introduced to the group. He almost threw up on the Bard, but other than that, he didn't get to interact with them at all. The Bard is the GM's SO so they kinda try to work together to do the thing, but it doesn't really work when the thief drags her husband around on some stupid quest. Once I get their attention with "Hay guise! Let's do a kill of the necromongers!" she should tag along, but left to her own devices she's a bit haywire.

On the plus side, I get a free magic item for having lost the second most entertaining character the GM has ever GM'd for.
Storytime!

So I get there on time, and the GM hasn't been picked up yet, so I wait around for an hour. Then the GM shows up and had to go all the way back to get his dice. So we only got in 4 hours today. But it was an interesting 4 hours.

My kobold very nearly managed to get into Baldur's Gate after being discovered. And technically, I did make it, but the asshat Dragonborn I was travelling with had put a collar on me, so whenever he wanted, I had to take a will save or get yanked directly in his direction. I passed the first couple with flying colours, and was almost out of sight, when I failed. I ended up caged and then locked in a prison cell, awaiting execution. Assuming no one would bother to help the lizard, I used some tricksy logicing and talked the GM into letting me cast Phantasmal force on myself to escape. But I didn't roll high enough and ended up killing myself. Kobold ded. And no one got to take advantage of his spell storing ability.

So I pull out my back-up character and level him up. Now I'm playing a human cleric of Lathander. Nice enough guy, really doesn't like shady folks tho. So what happens? I roll right into Baldur's Gate with some name dropping, and go to the same tavern everyone else is in, thinking I'll be able to have a couple drinks and get the party back together. Almost immediatetly, the thief splits the party. Just fucks the whole thing up. And since she won't cooperate, the bard went off to do her own thing, and my cleric, having no money, spends the rest of the day split between drinking and working in the kitchen to earn more drinks.

Then I decide to go to the church of Lathander and maybe get some help from the church. But my special ability "Hear of Darkness" that is supposed to inspire fear and aid from the common folk, backfired into me getting jumped in an alley. The GM overestimated my character, but didn't pull any punches. So he died.

1 GM magic later, and I was alive and well, back to full health in the nearby church of the Forge Father. I get some basic information on my quest and directions to the Morninglord's chapel, and head out. So now I have to not only find, but convince the rest of the party to help me. The dragonborn has his own quest, though it's kinda high level, the thief is not helping anyone by fucking off every time, and the bard's player is kinda exasperated, so she just kinda does her own thing while shenanigans happen... If the next session doesn't get things back on track, I'm going to roll another character. Some kind of multi-classed abomination that is durable enough to tank anything so that at least when I wind up on my own I can survive for a while...
Oliver liked the idea of having a scribe. He was pretty sure he could handle taking dictation, but it would be easier for everyone if there was someone skilled at that sort of thing. The Paladin followed his companion to the library, which was impressive, in a subtle sort of way. It wasn't the sort of grand, ancient hall like some of their other wings, mostly because they didn't have an official librarian in the guild. It would more than serve their purposes, though. And like every other room they entered, they were greeted by its highest ranking occupant. The librarian dropped whatever he had been looking for, and asked what he could do to help. The Cleric was impressed. Any other dragon would have insisted on finishing their own task before helping normal humans. Even if it was a loyal dragon.

The vampire even managed to snap at the draconian without pissing him off. He became steadily more impressed as time went by, it seemed. This dragon was remarkable. They were invited to follow him, to what was presumably his writing desk, soon enough, once the situation had been explained. Oliver wasn't sure how much help he'd be now, since he hadn't exactly been observing too closely. He was more focused on actually fighting their enemies. Then again, his observations on that would likely be at least somewhat helpful. It was always good to have the drop on their enemies in any way possible. He decided he would let Sanguine go first, though. The Guild Master almost certainly had more important observations, and he didn't need to derail her trains of thought with his own idle musings. Especially when he wasn't convinced he would actually need much help to defeat the entire enemy army...
Oliver liked Sanguine's positivity, and smiled as they enjoyed their beverages. They spent a whole half hour cuddled up on the couch enjoying their beers. They each knocked back two, though the Paladin wouldn't mind have a few more later. Not too many, though, considering the size of those steins. That was apparently a problem for later, though, as the vampire was trying to escape. She distracted the warrior with a kiss, but he didn't get to spring his disabling smooch on her before she slipped from his grasp. Gasping in mock offence, he frowned only long enough for her to meet his gaze, before breaking down into a chuckle.

Hopping up, the cleric kissed the necromancer on the cheek, and happily followed her to wherever they were going. He could feel the large quantity of ale he'd consumed buzzing pleasantly in the back of his mind, but he seemed remarkably sober all things considered. "So you just need me to write down observations for you?" he figured he should clarify his role before unexpected things started happening. He figured that one the observations were done, he could get in some practice of his own. Indeed, him throwing holy fire at his partner's summons would likely give her even more information about her capabilities, and theirs...
Lol. I got the impression from the GM, that we already had valiant heroes, so I try to steer away from that. Turns out we don't really have any valiant heroes, except for the GMPC who doesn't have time to be a hero because he's always committing very well-intentioned crimes against humanity XD
I don't care how long you want it! ;D

Storytime!

So I show up, and it turns out I am the only one prepared. The GM hasn't even shown up yet, and needs to be picked up. His SO is at work, and on top of having a terrible day at work, she is also sick. So he's got his phone out ready to answer her calls at any second. We spent an hour or so, prolly longer, generating characters for the other two players, who weren't even sure which system we were playing when I showed up. Then we got started with my intro. Having rolled up a slightly outlandish character, it took some improv from the GM just to get me into the game. What followed was a half-hour of shenanigans as my character attempted to escape from a city, having landed at the pier furthest from a gate. On top of obviously being a cyborg, he also had spider legs, so everyone hated him on sight. But thanks to his spider legs, he could climb walls no problem. Of course, I would roll a natural 20 to get most of the way up the wall in one go, and then the next round I wouldn't get higher than a 10 and end up back on the ground. And when I got over the wall, I ended up getting tangled in the same ropes that let me get down safely. After a natural 1 at the start of my attempt to escape prison my character was summarily executed. It was hilarious the whole time, though. I had a good time.

So then we moved on to intro number two for the other two players while I did some final prep on my back-up character. The GM gave one of them a solid end-goal, but she wouldn't run with it. She encountered the other player, and they ended up non-committally following a caravan that was heading in the vague direction of their goal. My character was posing as a caravaner and tried to pry anything out of them, and despite the best efforts of myself and the GM they wouldn't split off from the group and go do the quest, and then I got attacked by our back-up main character's lizard-dog. A well-timed and possibly scripted call from the GM's SO resulted in us switching systems after nearly a two-hour IRL adventure where I took my tiny two-seater truck all over the city with the GM to pick up his very sick SO. Then we got back and switched back to D&D

Last time we left off imposing heavily on the hospitality of a surprisingly angry blind gnome who was also very good with magical stuff. We were given two options. We could get in line and spend the day trying to get into Baldur's Gate before nightfall, or we could spend the day at The Green Man Inn and Tavern, and at the bazaar set up across the road by a surprisingly large caravan of calimshani merchants.

Playing a Kobold, my first decision is "I'm going to the bazaar, and I'm going to find the magic items vendor paying the least amount of attention." a barely flubbed roll later and I'm being watched like a hawk. My next declaration of "Next vendor" followed by a 19 modified up to a 21 netted me a magic lamp. This wasn't full on Aladdin, though. I only got one wish, and I didn't know if it was a genie or a djinn or a demon or what was in it. But I'm playing a kobold warlock. All I want is the power to kill all the gnomes. But I'm intelligent enough to know that wishes need to be either vague enough that I can't lose, or iron-clad contracts. So I went the vague route because I didn't have a wish-lawyer handy.

Of course, I couldn't just use the lamp anywhere. The Calimshani people everywhere would know immediately what was going on and freak out. So I spent the rest of the game trying to find a quiet place to rub the lamp and get my wish. At one point I was captured, knocked unconscious, and about to be eaten. I woke up in time to grab the lamp that had been carelessly left beside me, before our half-giant GMPC tore the entire wall out of a caravan wagon to get me out. What followed was the 6'4" dragonborn in what are probably lifted boots, and the half-giant running amok through the bazaar. They did a couple laps of the place before escaping to the packed tavern. It was mostly standing room, so they found seats and managed to disappear with some aggressive stealth rolling. From there, I was berated and ordered to stop my shenanigans. But I still hadn't made a wish. So more shenanigans it was.

After our bard cast a disguise spell on me, I fucked off to the woods, and managed to get my wish. I am now a +1 Kobold of Spell Storing. Everyone within 30 feet of me gets a free extra cast of any spell they've already prepared for that day, up to one level below their maximum. So it tops out at 8th for most casters, and 4th for me. And the best part is, it works for me too!

Of course, right after I get my wish, a fuckin' owlbear runs up and just starts wrecking my shit. I took 14 of my 20 hit points after a glancing blow, and died of my wounds as it accidentally threw me through a tree. But I passed my death save, and with the help of our latest NPC, this one introduced through my near-death experience, I survived. Barely. She cast a healing spell on me, and then picked me up and threw a perfect spiral most of the way to the road, before slaughtering the owlbear with the help of her dire wolf companion. I almost died again from the falling damage, and was rendered unconscious. But I recovered, and found the rest of my party still with the gnome that the kobold is hating more every time they meet.

The collar that used to be on the dragonborn's rogue companion was promptly clapped around my neck as they vaguely explained what had gone on in my absence. It tells the dragonborn where I am at all times, and if he rolls a better will check than I do, I am forced to take the shortest route back to him at any time.

Meanwhile, while I was off in the woods getting sick powers, the party rogue pickpocketed Malfeas flawlessly. But it was a trap. And now we're supposed to work for a wizard. But kobolds don't work for wizards. The bard won't either. So it's going to be a split party, and it's going to be a riot XD Plus, the bard has been kind to the kobold, so he'll pretty well do whatever she wants if she bothers to ask. She seems to mostly get drunk and hang out with the gnome though XD

It was super fun, but it was a super late night.
Oliver wasn't sure why Sanguine was blushing, but he liked the colour she turned, and wondered what she was thinking, to make her blush at all. The warrior extended an arm as his companion joined him on the couch, pulling her a little closer as she got comfortable. He shrugged when she said there wasn't much he could help with. "I'll give it a shot." he decided. Having someone on the opposite end of the spectrum around to make observations would probably be useful. And he could give her a vague idea of how much clerical magic it would take for her minions to be destroyed afterward.

"I like the sound of that." he agreed heartily as their drinks appeared. Oliver's pleasingly large stein full of ale was rather exciting to the Paladin who was used to drinking significantly smaller servings of the beverage. Of course, the bartender had completely missed the boat with his attempt at giving the vampire a glass of wine, and she quickly demanded her own stein of beer. The warrior shrugged when his companion remarked on her situation. "There are worse things in life." he offered, "At least you get to enjoy some of the good ones." it would be truly unfortunate if she couldn't drink at all. Then again, most people didn't like beer naturally, so it would likely end up being less that the beer was good, and more than she was just used to it. Other normally more pleasant beverages just didn't smell as good now because they weren't blood.

That got the Cleric onto a train of thought that was going to take some consideration, and he decided to have a talk with whoever was in charge of feeding his partner. Later, though. Right now, he had a beautiful woman sitting and enjoying a beer and live music with him. There were very few things that Oliver would even consider as valid interruptions for such a pleasant activity. Once Sanguine had a satisfactory drink of her own, he hefted his stein in celebration. "To victory!" he offered with a grin, holding back the temptation to challenge his companion to a chugging contest. That sort of thing was for after the work was done. Right now they were just taking a break...
That seems totally fair to me.

finally had session two of D&D today. Remind me tomorrow for storytime if you want.
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