When last we left our intrepid group, we had opened a trunk and found a magical deck which granted boons (or possibly anti-boons) to all who chose a card. So far we have gotten a cool sword, an extra level, greater strength, a boost to experience, a battle dog, and an emergency natural 20.
It’s Klyx’s turn to pick! Will our luck hold?
Klyx picks his card…
Almost two weeks ago I injured my foot. I was running laps around the outside of the house with my daughter when I landed badly on the side of my foot. I finally saw a doctor a couple of days ago, and it’s not broken. However, I haven’t been able to run for two weeks, and I’m only just starting to get over limping like Quasimodo everywhere. I rely on running not just for physical fitness but also for my mental well-being. Exercise is a very effective counter to depression, so not getting my usual dose has really put me in a funk.
When I saw the doctor for my foot, I think I picked up a bug in the waiting room. Yesterday I developed a sore throat, and I have an occasional low grade fever along with it. No sneezing or other symptoms, so I don’t think it’s the flu, but it has knocked me down. Add to that the usual stresses of life and I have not been in a good mental place.
But darned if this video didn’t make me smile. It’s a nice reminder that this is an amazing universe we live in, and an amazing time to be alive. No matter what else is going on, I am grateful to be here.
P.S. – thanks, Dad, for calling and telling me that story. It really made me smile. 🙂
A little cheer for a dreary day. Always dance like nobody’s watching. You never know what may happen.
GM Vaschon: Alright! We begin in this rocky cavern with a monstrous (no pun intended) chest. You’ve leaped the mushrooms successfully and discovered there are no obvious exits other than back the way you came or roughly a 50′ drop.
We think the back wall may be magical, but we can’t figure out anything else about it, so we let it go because there’s a big honkin’ chest in the middle of the room.
GM Vaschon: The chest is intricately designed, there is a big latch on the front. It does not appear to be locked. The chest is 8′ by 8′ by 4′.
Val isn’t with us yet, but like kids at Christmas, we can’t wait. Naturally, we open it.
Em and Mr. Tvini and I went to the Renaissance Festival today. Mr. Tvini heard someone say at the gate, “I love this place because I can smoke everywhere!” Funny, that’s just what I don’t like about it. Seriously, I haven’t seen that many people smoking since the 1970s. It was amazing. I was glad that I left my Jayne hat knitting in the car because there’s no way I could have worked on it out there. Nobody wants a tobacco-y Jayne hat.
We didn’t bring a camera, but Em rode everything she always rides, so you can extrapolate from past pictures (2008, 2006) what this year looked like. This year she also had her hair braided. I did get a picture of that at home. The flash made the copious amounts of glitter look red. The woman who braided it said the style should last several days, so Em’s sleeping on it. We’ll see how it looks in the morning. I think it’ll probably be okay – there’s certainly plenty of hairspray in it.
We stayed for at least four hours and there was definitely more we could have done, had we wished. I drifted off in the car on the way home (I wasn’t driving, obviously) and am totally wiped out. A good time was had by all. We look forward to next year!
I always have to have at least one non-Jayne project on the needles. I have to have something to turn to for a break or else I’ll go crazy. Stopping briefly to make something else keeps my enthusiasm high for knitting the same hat a thousand times in a row.
Everyone else in the sock knitting universe has made Grumperina’s Jaywalkers, but I’m only now getting around to it. It’s fun, though. A good nearly brainless pattern that I can stuff in my purse.
Actually, I don’t have to stuff it directly in my purse, thanks to this cute little pouch that Turtlegirl brought me back from SAFF. It’s a lovely little thank you for feeding her cats while she was gone. She’s so thoughtful.
This is a great size for a sock project. It’s from 2buttons who don’t seem to have an etsy shop or online storefront. This was a very unique little gift, and perfect for my needs. Thanks, Turtlegirl!
We pick up right where we left off.
GM Vaschon: Your party managed to open the door last session and saw a fairly large cavern with monstrous foliage alongside the stone bridge.
GM Vaschon: There is a stone bridge leading south. There are giant mushrooms on either side of the bridge leading southeast and southwest. The bridge is fairly large, roughly 20′ in width and extends pretty far south.
Veracity: Any caterpillars in sight?
Aleanghi: Do the mushrooms appear sentient? And if so, are they doing the Fantasia dance?
GM Vaschon: You don’t see any. However, peering over the bridge, the chasm is roughly 100′ down ending in water.
GM Vaschon: The mushrooms appear to be dormant. However, they appear quite sturdy.
Aleanghi: Maybe Veracity can seduce one.
Aleanghi puts on her spectacles, which she is now calling “gogglethingers.” Nothing looks unusual. There is no distinct pattern to the mushrooms, but they do look like they could support a path. The party rolls out, single file, across the bridge with Palin in the lead. Immediately there are shenanigans. Palin goes 10 feet, senses danger, and rolls a 1 on her spot check. The next roll is a 20, confirming the horrifying failure.
AIEEEE!
Today’s trivia question comes from Em.
ETA: Wow, you guys are smart!
Em likes to pretend that she’s injured. Usually it’s a broken or twisted ankle. We wrap it up in a cloth like it’s in a cast and she rests. Sometimes she uses an umbrella as a cane. Two minutes later, she’s magically better, and we repeat the process.
Today, we were racing four laps around the outside of the house and with her usual flair for the dramatic, on lap three, she declared that her ankle was twisted and I would have to carry on and finish the race without her. Unfortunately, just at the same time she declared that her ankle was twisted, I actually did twist my ankle. Ow.
Em: “Um… then… my ankle’s broken.”
Showoff.
With the race called due to injury, we supported each other inside and wrapped each other up in “casts.” Then we laid around in her bed, sharing dolls and resting to make each other feel better. Our casts came off at the same time, but she seems to have bounced back a lot faster. Mine’s fine if I keep weight off of it. No more running today for me. Em will have to finish the race without me.