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Friday was Beltane, and I arrived maybe 5 minutes late. They had waited for me, and a usual it was nice to be able to experience a ritual as a participant rather than a leader. It flew by, and a lot of people seemed to poop out early after feast, and I was home by 11. Saturday hub and friend Paul went off shooting. I had thought about heading to Kerrville since there is another used scooter for sale, but since D&D was scheduled for that evening I would have been rushed, so I decided to hold off 'til next week. If I'm meant to have it, it will be there. And it's not something I need, so I don't want to be rushed.
Two of the 4 people for D&D canceled at the last minute, so it was just Brenda. We bandied about the idea of playing games, but no one was feeling particularly excited about the idea so we watched one of our Netflix movies, 'The Terminal'. I'd heard a lot of good things about it, but it was pretty schmaltzy and while not 100% predictable, it was still hovering around 90%. But, eh, it was Netflix, and it was fun to hang with Brenda and chat and make snarky comments. Hub limited himself to one 'Wilson' reference, I'm so proud of him!
Sunday was rainy day. Hub floated in the tank while I taught class, and we just kind of dicked around. I decided I wanted to get some Cardinal tetras to match the lone little one in my 10 gallon tank (though he had some Neons to school with). We went to Amazonia first, because they said they had Cardinals for cheaper than AquaTek. But when I got there, the poor things looked sickly- their colors were not very bright, and there were several goners belly-up in the tank. I thought about going with Neons instead, but that tank had sushi in it too. So we headed over to AquaTek, and they had both Neons and Cardinals that were lively and beautiful, and no sushi. They looked so nice, in fact, I decided on impulse to get some Neons for the 10g and get a whole school of Cardinals for the 55g. I've always thought they were the coolest looking little fishies and even though some folks had told me they were fussy about water conditions, I've managed to keep the lone one alive in the 10g for several months now. So there are now 10 new guys in the 55g; hopefully they'll like it enough to stick around.
We had more D&D planned for last night and you will have to indulge me in some nerd-bragging. Our merrye band of 8-9th level adventurers entered this room last session that had these statues that somehow summoned a Vrock (a large vulture-demon). That Vrock just about handed our asses to us, but we finally managed to chop him into tiny Vrock cutlets. We fucked around and did some other stuff, and at the beginning of last night's session, re-entered the same room. The statues did their thing (why didn't we think to kill those damn statues! Hindsight is 20-20 and all that) and we had a brief period of time to prepare for more Vrockage. Our priest hit him with some priestly ju-ju which struck the creature blind, which helped considerably. My wussy druid was not able to help much, because Mr.Vrock was mostly immune to his elemental-style spells. So I tried to beef up the other members of the party, granting our cuisinart barbarian extra strength and giving the combatants some temporary regeneration ability. Then I remembered that I could exchange any spells for creature-summoning spells, so I took a chance and traded in one of my highest-level spells and summoned a grizzly bear. Those bastards can really do a lot of damage, and also have a neat feature where they can try to grab you and squish you; the hugged critter can really fuck up the bear but he has a much harder time fucking up the other combatants, and the bear was effectively a magical contruct so I didn't feel bad about sacrificing him.
So, bear pops in and grabs at Mr.Vrock, who makes a pitiful strength check and ends up squozed. The other combatants proceed to wail on the demon, and my druid is thinking, what now? I can summon something else, or just hang back and let the fighters do their thing. I decide to hang back, but I am pretty handy with a bow and arrow. Because Vrocks are all armor-plated or something, though, any time you do damage to them they take whatever amount you do minus 10. And the absolute best damage I can do is 11 points, that is to say 1 point to this particular demon, who has to take 115 points of damage to give you a sense of scale. My turn rolls around, and the DM asks me what I want to do. "Oh, I guess I'll take a shot at the Vrock." "You realize you might hit the bear instead?" "Yeah, I'll chance it." Roll, DM checks some things, and says I've hit it. I roll my damage, and get the maximum amount- one point of damage! Huzzah!
And the Vrock died! I rule! I'm number one! Go me! This so makes up for being killed by a boat earlier.
Two of the 4 people for D&D canceled at the last minute, so it was just Brenda. We bandied about the idea of playing games, but no one was feeling particularly excited about the idea so we watched one of our Netflix movies, 'The Terminal'. I'd heard a lot of good things about it, but it was pretty schmaltzy and while not 100% predictable, it was still hovering around 90%. But, eh, it was Netflix, and it was fun to hang with Brenda and chat and make snarky comments. Hub limited himself to one 'Wilson' reference, I'm so proud of him!
Sunday was rainy day. Hub floated in the tank while I taught class, and we just kind of dicked around. I decided I wanted to get some Cardinal tetras to match the lone little one in my 10 gallon tank (though he had some Neons to school with). We went to Amazonia first, because they said they had Cardinals for cheaper than AquaTek. But when I got there, the poor things looked sickly- their colors were not very bright, and there were several goners belly-up in the tank. I thought about going with Neons instead, but that tank had sushi in it too. So we headed over to AquaTek, and they had both Neons and Cardinals that were lively and beautiful, and no sushi. They looked so nice, in fact, I decided on impulse to get some Neons for the 10g and get a whole school of Cardinals for the 55g. I've always thought they were the coolest looking little fishies and even though some folks had told me they were fussy about water conditions, I've managed to keep the lone one alive in the 10g for several months now. So there are now 10 new guys in the 55g; hopefully they'll like it enough to stick around.
We had more D&D planned for last night and you will have to indulge me in some nerd-bragging. Our merrye band of 8-9th level adventurers entered this room last session that had these statues that somehow summoned a Vrock (a large vulture-demon). That Vrock just about handed our asses to us, but we finally managed to chop him into tiny Vrock cutlets. We fucked around and did some other stuff, and at the beginning of last night's session, re-entered the same room. The statues did their thing (why didn't we think to kill those damn statues! Hindsight is 20-20 and all that) and we had a brief period of time to prepare for more Vrockage. Our priest hit him with some priestly ju-ju which struck the creature blind, which helped considerably. My wussy druid was not able to help much, because Mr.Vrock was mostly immune to his elemental-style spells. So I tried to beef up the other members of the party, granting our cuisinart barbarian extra strength and giving the combatants some temporary regeneration ability. Then I remembered that I could exchange any spells for creature-summoning spells, so I took a chance and traded in one of my highest-level spells and summoned a grizzly bear. Those bastards can really do a lot of damage, and also have a neat feature where they can try to grab you and squish you; the hugged critter can really fuck up the bear but he has a much harder time fucking up the other combatants, and the bear was effectively a magical contruct so I didn't feel bad about sacrificing him.
So, bear pops in and grabs at Mr.Vrock, who makes a pitiful strength check and ends up squozed. The other combatants proceed to wail on the demon, and my druid is thinking, what now? I can summon something else, or just hang back and let the fighters do their thing. I decide to hang back, but I am pretty handy with a bow and arrow. Because Vrocks are all armor-plated or something, though, any time you do damage to them they take whatever amount you do minus 10. And the absolute best damage I can do is 11 points, that is to say 1 point to this particular demon, who has to take 115 points of damage to give you a sense of scale. My turn rolls around, and the DM asks me what I want to do. "Oh, I guess I'll take a shot at the Vrock." "You realize you might hit the bear instead?" "Yeah, I'll chance it." Roll, DM checks some things, and says I've hit it. I roll my damage, and get the maximum amount- one point of damage! Huzzah!
And the Vrock died! I rule! I'm number one! Go me! This so makes up for being killed by a boat earlier.
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Date: May. 10th, 2005 02:55 am (UTC)From:we now call him Nick. Maybe I should start calling you Nikki!
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Date: May. 10th, 2005 03:30 am (UTC)From:The best tho, was when our set of level 8 - 12 (we've had a lot of deaths, we're going through a seriously hardcore dungeon that has so far taken a year and a half in RL) adventurers entered a massive temple full of high level evil cult priests of Orcus. Crazy fighting ensues, with spells flying everywhere. It was a hairy fight, with a few of our fighters yo-yoing between life and death and culminating with all the cultists and five of eight of our party dead. The best part, however, was when our wizard burned his precious scroll and dropped a Mordenkainen's Disjunction on as many of the evil clerics as he could get - and in doing so, removed the Bear's Endurance spell on one of the clerics on his last legs. We found it hilarious that our wizard managed to kill someone with an Abjuration spell.
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Date: May. 10th, 2005 03:36 am (UTC)From:My friend Ben played a great druid, too; an old lady who specialized in Wild Shape tricks. As an orangutan, she would try to convince another party member to play "Hokey-Pokey".
Apropos of very little, except that I sympathize with fond dorky memories . . .
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Date: May. 10th, 2005 04:12 am (UTC)From: