This week has been a wash as far as videos go. Infiniscene was, as expected and as I call it, being beta.
Throughout the weekend, the stream has been shutting off in the middle of the sessions for some as yet unknown reason. I’m thinking it’s network issues because I doubt I’d ever just turn on a browser and look up porn while I’m waiting for my turn, while I’m streaming on Twitch. First off I don’t even like porn. And second, I have three computers and four monitors, and that’s not counting tablets and the occasional Kindle. I can multitask if I wanted to.
Wednesday; Out of the Abyss; 13 Apr
Wednesday started the staggered campaigns for my Encoutners table, I’ll be going between Out of the Abyss and Curse of Strahd until I finish Out of the Abyss. This shouldn’t take me past June for this.
The party has moved clear of the Labyrinth Chapter. They went past Filthriddens without conflict, and then they arrived at Yeenoghu’s Hunt, they wisely allowed Yeenoghu to wander out before taking on the remaining Gnolls that still fed on the Goristro. They managed to get at the heart and some of the Yeenoghyu’s Blood needed for the ritual.
(I omitted the March to Nowhere for brevity’s sake)
Now for the Gallery of Angels, and the unfortunate angels that were not as much petrified but frozen in place in telltale “I have no mouth and I must scream” fashion. All Eight of them, and each of them broken in body and mind. I won’t comment on the Angel’s spirits. They managed to get their feathers before they heard a voice demanding that they kill them.
Cue a bit of discussion over the alignment-based conundrum that allowed me to rest my brain. It was easy enough to do the deed: They can activate the Instant Fortress and squish them in place, but it would prove distasteful for some of the characters, for obvious reasons.
Then John found out that he still had the Necklace of Prayer Beads one of which had Summon Planar Ally. Said Ally, when summoned, was just as puzzled over the angel’s existence as the party, although he had heard of some fallen angels that were double crossed. The being noted the current location and said that he’ll alert his superiors on this as the party returned to Viseran, who has gotten the Timmask Mushrooms in the interim.
All that remains is Gromph Bernre’s grimoire. Which can be found in Menzoberanzan. Viseran knows where Gromph’s home is in town. The problem is getting there and out with the party’s skin.
No pressure right?
Friday; Princes of the Apocalypse; 15 Apr
The battle between the Rules Lawyer and the Creative DM continues.
It began with the mob surrounding the party in the crosshall, with a new player arriving in the form of a halfling robe. Denzil, the rules lawyer, tried to port everyone out…only to meet a flaming wall of heated steel. Oh, no, asshole, you’re not getting away, you’re going to at least take out part of this encounter. And they did, managing to get half of the sheer mass of creatures consisting of the remainder of this dungeon level as well as some Mages who know Dispel and Counterspell, a necessary when dealing with Denzil.
Denzil then retaliated with sneaking over to area E17 in your publications and sabotaging the mechanics. Whatever or not that effected anything remained to be seen, but I can only surmise that there is one cult pissed off at the knucklehead.
Almost as much as Claire is.
You see, in the middle of this encounter, Claire, who is played by my first Trans player in my group of regulars (remember what I said about Seige of Dragonspear, and fuck off, you college plebeians) decided that using the Orb of Dragonkind would be a good idea. You know the orb. The one who had that ancient dragon spirit inside who’d possess Claire if the dice decided not to like her.
The dice decided to like her today.
She ended up teleported to the lair of the Red Dragon waaaay back in the homemade dungeon I added for the water weapon. It was easier for me to give the second key to the water weapon to Claire in exchange for the Orb than for me to get her back to the rest of the party.
I was about to call the session when I managed to do so, but then another Drama Storm came up: It was another alignment conundrum with her and the Tiefling played by Denzil. Throw in a couple Nat 20s dueling against each other and things really got derailed.
What a predicament, and it’s keeping going throughout the week to date. Something tells me that I need to pull out PvP Mode, and a visit by someone I never thought would have to intrude into my campaign world: The Lady of Pain.
Saturday; Lost Mine of Phandelver; 16 Apr
Something tells me that Denzil wanted payback on my poor Pandaren.
He made Linka work for her getting accustomed to what she calls, “Her Baby,” with trying to get inside that thing and fiddling with the controls. I suspect that Denzil was mad at me at this point. That Apparatus of Kawalish is going to have a cute nickname before the end, blinged out with accessories when they arrive to the nearest major city. I also wanted there to be an owner’s manual or at least a title form in that device. I’ll probably get one in Phandalin, as well as vying for a +1 quaterstaff.
Linka only managed to find the keys with a security device. Important when thwarting plebeians trying to jack “Her Baby.” While this was going on, the rest of the party dealt with the sole survivor in the battle of Thundertree, the druid Reidoth. The party managed to spell the beans about Cragmaw Castle, where Gundrin is believed to be held.
The remainder of the session was random encounters, some of them were necessarily overpowered to accommodate the party’s level. They were powerful enough for the party to KO some people, but not deliver the TPK.
So far, it’s still 1 TPK for me, while Denzil is still sitting on the Goose Egg.
Imagine my shit-eating grin.
Sunday; Hoard of the Dragon Queen; 17 Apr
The party finished with the first chapter, Greenrest in Flames, with the classic one-on-one matchup between Langdedrosa and Illdar. It was a classic depiction of this particular mission right down to the eventual KO of Ildar. By now the party has canonized Justin’s luggage as, if not identical as The Luggage of Diskworld fame, or even a direct descendant of said creature (which is the cannon version), at the very least is similar in nature, albeit not as Evil. If anything, the Luggage is more like a loyal dog companion to Justin than anything else, and quite protective. It nipped at Illdar at least a dozen times so far in this campaign. It also took in four chickens from Transition Encounter 1, Stragglers, and burped out feathers from one of them at Transition Encounter 2, Rearguard. Good Times.
During this session, I was sketching Justin and his eventual Grapple Belt (think of a slimmed down version of Attack on Titan’s 3D Maneuver Gear) to make improvements on Justin’s token. I intend to share the progress of this artwork as I return to art, although it will be shown in Google+ instead of DeviantART. There’s a lot of people out there who are better received there, some of which needs more improvement than I do. Unfortunately, I’m not in this group. Whenever I post something that people turn around and demand I answer questions about my personal live, I find out that I’m no longer welcome there.
Whenever I find myself going “What in God’s Name have I done wrong now?” in a job, relationship, or anywhere else, it’s a sign that I’m going to end up leaving said place. I’ve said that line while in dA several years ago. I’ve long since asked that when it comes to Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook. And Instant Messaging, for-fucking-get it. I’ve yet to say that about G+. I hope to God I never will.
I might never say that about D&D; I’m pretty much welcomed in this open tent. Even to Trans players. (All I ask is not go into melodrama because I default on Cis Male pronouns. My computer’s spell checker is more important than your feels.)
The group is now in transition to the Raider’s Camp and stopped just before the Rearguard Encounter began. Here’s hoping things go well, we’re about to head into a hornets nest.