After a couple of weeks of turmoil and upheaval, our group's DnD sessions are shakily back on track. On another good note, we accidentally found a superior spot to host our gaming sessions.
The winner? The corridor behind my house.
It has great lights and smoother airflow, and the players do not need to rush like dogs on wheels whenever Mother Nature cries buckets. Fond memories of the dark, yellow-lighted playground will always be there as it provided us numerous sessions and degenerating myopia all-year long.
Last Saturday, Shell's new adventure was revived (after the departure of our cleric) at the corridor. I gleefully rolled up and played "Staff" Diskount-- a Goliath ranger (multiclassed avenger) hailing from the Koopong tribe in the northern mountains. A lumbering tribesman by birth, he does not believe in dexterity, quick feet or the traditional ranger ways. Stealth and blinding speed is not his forte. Diskount instead relies on good'ole anticipation, wisely knowing when to get in and out of the kitchen so to speak.
(But he has been badly burnt a few times, triggering recurring visions of his home-land.)
Diskount has a faithful Komodo dragon sidekick named Ba'Ze (twentypercent). This small, brown but immensely tough lizard loves watching Diskount do mad combat tricks with his magical blunt pole of serpent-ness. Sometimes, as his master bludgeons the enemies into pulp, he would join in the fray with his razor-sharp claws and teeth. Ba'Ze has an insatiable appetite, and he jolly well knows when another hot meal is on the way. Together, this odd duo roam the lands in search of adventure.
The thing about our party is that we are basically an all-melee orgy-bash. Yes, all 6 of us. (Ba'Ze included) That makes for rather interesting fights if tactics don't go our way. The party must quickly learn to adapt to the future encounters that Shell had planned for us.
Luckily, one of our party members is a
How uber, you ask?
"Really uber," I say.
How really uber, you ask?
"He is so uber that... he don't just lay on hands. That is like so wimpy," I say.
"He freakin' lay on arms. Whole slabs of them. Honest."
Talk about a teammate that lay it all on the line for his friends and team-mates. This is something else, folks. The real deal we are talking about here is...
(drum roll)
Presenting Justice the Mad-ladin -- with his Boisterous Strikes to liven the party mood, Shielding Smiths to help "craft" AC for the boys, and a touch of "My plate armor is still brand-new as I have not been hit yet" bravado.
Good for you, Justice. Good for you.
Disclaimer: This dude pictured here is NOT Justice the Mad-ladin as this dude obviously has magical stuff on him. Our Justice? He does not need them. Our Justice scoffs on stats, and spits on the graves of the prepared. Hooha!
p/s: Shane-- His cleric is still alive and kicking in David's Type 1 adventure. Here's wishing him more unblemished sessions! Do us proud!
p/p/s: Fie the DM-- I am still working on several aspects of Chapter 2: Blight of the Chained Demon. Watch this space for new updates soon!
p/s: Shane-- His cleric is still alive and kicking in David's Type 1 adventure. Here's wishing him more unblemished sessions! Do us proud!
p/p/s: Fie the DM-- I am still working on several aspects of Chapter 2: Blight of the Chained Demon. Watch this space for new updates soon!
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