I’m done. The story has become too convoluted and stretched out. With a 3 week vacation and missed weeks in between, the cohesiveness of what I was trying to accomplish has become little more then a shadow of its former self. I would love to tell you about the most recent exploits of Vorian Darkmagic but am no longer currently moved to tell the tale. Perhaps when I go back to school at the end of the month and get into a different game I might be able to keep a more rigid schedule. Thanks anyway.
We find ourselves in the middle of the desert. I have missed some games, they have missed some games, my DM and his significant other have moved and in the tumult there has been lost time. Somehow we now have a Druid named Wonka and a Sorcerer named Winchester or something, I call him Winny. He is replacing Carl who somehow died of implosion. It happens.
So, for now reason I am in a spice crate and very drunk. Who cares why, I guess I am just so sort of crazy person or something. In the mean time my group has been drafted by elven elders from Nim’s home to seal up the underdark forever. They have the spell necessary and the ability, all the elders need are the ingredients. So, while I comfortable snooze, the group kill a Red Dragon. He’s a little on the scrawny side by they still prevail. Then they find their first ingredient, a Tyrannosaurus Heart. One small problem, it’s still in the T-Rex’s body.
I didn’t go last week due to previous engagements and this week has been cancelled. It will return, if I still have a group come next Tuesday.
The game begins with a buying spree in our local town and a recap of Nim’s adventure (our Ranger). Apparently he ran into some slavers that basically looked like my pirate crew and came back riding a tiny gold dragon that could change shape. Who cares? It didn’t involve me so I don’t. With that we enter the second floor of our dungeon.
First little room had a huge scorch mark on the wall. Fuck it, lets scout ahead. We found a 2-headed skeleton (by “we” I mean the ranger and I, and by “we found” I mean I found). Going back to the rest of the party, we regroup and head forward. They’re all being pussies so I slip on my new ring of invisibility and slide behind the skeleton. Our group steps into the adjoining hall and is suddenly struck by a huge fireball. “Hey Nick, check for traps.” Why not? I quickly find a little latch with a “sense alignment” buff. Turns out our one Lawful Good cleric/monk character is a total bitch. I disable it, beat the shit out of the skeleton (no help from me actually, undead don’t take sneak attack or crit damage).
I spent my day playing D&D, picking out routers, and loitering in a GameCrazy for 3 hours. I haven’t slept for a while, going to bed. Feel free to share your day in the comments, I read them all. D&Diary up tomorrow looks to be epic, I know I had fun.
With that I leave you with a message of equality and acceptance, on a vocoder.
Last night was night one of my first (hopefully) permanent campaign. I have about 4 games of experience since joining in and an understanding gleaned from video games and pop culture but I am definitely new. To catch up to the group I’m joining I had to level up last week to level 13. I became a Water Genasi, with 5 levels of Rouge and 7 levels of the prestige class Scarlet Corsair (I know what you’re thinking, 5+7=/=13. Water Genasi are a “higher race” and take a one level penalty). Corsairs are feared, blood-thirsty pirates with reputations that precede them. I am playing him like a braggart and, due to shitty dice rolls, a sham. It’s turned into a comedy of errors.
Meet Vorian Darkmagic, dread pirate
I met up with the first member of the group when they were making an impossible shot in hopes of joining the Treetop Snipers. His shot was a mile off over a huge delta in which my pirate ship was harbored. The arrow sailed over the boat and into a Count’s neck. All eyes turned to my boat. I drop into a dingy, paddling towards the sniper who apparently only I see as my ship goes off to lead the guard away. I meet an elf named Nim, we slay some raiding Drow and next game I am accepted into the group. These are gamers but not of the hardcore variety so I used this image as my character proxy.
I soon met with the Necromancer I call “Carl” (it’s something better), the unnamed (I didn’t ask) fighter who seemed to only charge, and a Cleric turned Monk who really trust no one. We’re not even sure why she’s there. We were confronted in the town market by the guards. My bounty, now 10000 gold, has attracted the leader of the local protectors.
“Would you like to come with us?”
“Sure.” Vorian said.
I get to stand in a sell not much bigger then a closet as I fail check after check. Intimidate? Nope. Bribe? Nadda. Pick the Lock? Sure but the guard totally heard. The Navy shows up and pays off the guard bounty and takes me outside. I step outside and get hit in the back of the head, knocked the ground and start to get pummeled endlessly. I stand up and they grab my wrists. 18 plus 14 to a grapple check. I broke free and my 11 ranks in tumble got me through the crowd in a dead run. Duck around a corner and change my shape (thank goodness I went shopping for that Chameleon Ring before the guards showed up), watch ‘em run on by.
Time to head back to the group and help clear out their cave of their new keep. I don’t care, I have a ship. Whatever though, I might find some boss treasure. We roll through and ever single god damn door is either locked or trapped. Some of my favorites include the spikes that are 8 inches apart all the way down a 10 foot corridor. All the spikes miss, I save from the poison, and still undo the trap and unlock the door. Then I get thrown across the map thanks to a seal of teleportation. Nothing better then a Rouge with a Con of -3 all alone in a dungeon. The party sort of slams past as I am hiding in the corner of the farthest room I got into. They provoke the three mages, drop 1, paralyze 1, and the third slams us with a fireball. Evasion saves me again as half damage would have still killed me. I run up and sneak attack, save the sacrifice (daughter of the town guard naked), the other guys all just piss everyone else off and get a huge demon and lion summoned.
They kill everyone but the beast just about when my interest runs out. I run up, sneak attack for 32 damage. The beast implodes upon itself. I get a ring of invisibility and a ROD OF WONDER. The rod of wonder is my new default ranged weapon of choice. You don’t know what it is, look it up. My whole prestige class is built around my own living legend and with that I give you…
What the peasants will now whisper as I want- “He gave himself up to the town guards only to escape in an hour.” The Police Chief’s daughter “I was kidnapped and tied naked to an alter with a knife poised above me. I saw a flicker in the by the wall. 3 arrows plunge into the dark priests chest and he tumbles on top of me. Next thing I know the Vorian Darkmagic is pulling me to safety. Two guys were dead, the third was very afraid and ran away leaving his demon to fight his battles for him. This mage, monk, ranger and fighter are just hacking away at this monster and Vorian sneaks up and puts his knife into him. The beast disappears.”
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