D&D
I really find I’m looking forward to the D&D game each week. I don’t have a lot of friends here in town, and the ones I do are in situations that make it awkward for us to get together right now. One cannot conceive, and so our child, I think, is a bit of a sore spot. The other is pregnant, and I think that my presence may remind her that not all children turn out perfectly normal, and that’s a very scary thought when you’re about to have one of your own. That leaves my cousin and his wife, who are going through a very sad and painful separation. So the D&D game is a good outlet.
The count so far: 12 dead kobolds. One dwarf in a pit. One unconscious Blasword. One cleric with a sunrod fetish. One mage on serious drugs. 400 gold being carried by me. Me! Meeeeeeee!!!
Er… yes. Sorry. Got carried away.
So thanks, party guys and DM, I’m having a blast. This is exactly what I need.
And because I have to tweak the Elf (and not in a naughty way):
OnlineHost: (Vaschon) rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
(Vaschon): omg
DRTvini: I’m lovin’ it!
(Tessima) Hah.
(Blasword):lol
DRTvini: holy crap. I’m glad I’m not in front of you.
Cadaya:
Deryka: I throw the sunrod at the kobolds so we’re not night-blind.
Deryka: Did he just shoot himself?
Cadaya: Roll again, (Vaschon).
DRTvini: I’m day blind!
(Blasword): Does the stalactite look sturdy?
OnlineHost: (Vaschon) rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Cadaya: That’s a fumble threat. We need to see if you actually… yes, yes you do.
Deryka: He lives?
Cadaya: You fumble.
DRTvini: oh, that’s muuuuch better.
Deryka: Bah.
(Vaschon): ::mumble::
Deryka: How bad?
Cadaya: The arrow goes whizzing up into the air, hits the ceiling, and then clunks down right in the middle of the kobolds. They all look down at it, look at each other, stand up, and grab their weapons.
Cadaya: They see you now.
DRTvini: Haaa!
(Blasword): clunks!
(Blasword): do we roll initiative yet?
DRTvini: We are so toast.
(Vaschon): Holds his head in his hand and slowly shakes his head.