Happy thanksgiving, to those who celebrate it today. On a day like this, we can be grateful for every thing we can enjoy in life. Our families, our homes, our friends and the ability to pursue our own hobbies and past times freely. Without sounding too sappy, the point is, hope everyone's had a great day, and here's to another year of things to be thankful for.
First thoughts on 'The Outer Worlds': I am legitimately enjoying myself with the entire thing thus far. It's got that same appeal that Fallout New Vegas had, but that's no surprise because they're the same publisher. The combat seems smooth and the UI is easy to navigate. I've already got more side quests than I can shake a stick at, but for me, that's a good thing!
A highly successful DnD session tonight, in some aspects. We got..'invited' to a halloween 'party' by Cicero, god of chaos and madness. As you'd expect, it was completely insane. We got put through a 'costume party', endured a 'game' of fight hydra and beholder, an 'obstacle course' (my dwarf failed every dex check), and so much more. We got three magic items...oh, and each of us have a deadly sin stuck on us. The dwarf has envy...go figure.
Another somewhat lackluster DND session. Two of our players no showed (One with good reason, fairly). We had a little interaction, a fight, and then we had to close down. if all goes well, a longer run awaits me next time.
Another DnD session done! This time, we started to dive into the dwarven clerics backstory. Sadly, the start is his grandfather passed away to a sickness spreading through the keep, and he was called back for the funeral and investigation. But it's going well!
Reading through spells today, I realized there is a spell I'd love to use, but will likely never get to use. Earthquake seems so amazing (And fits the theme for a dwarf)...but it's super high spell slot, and I'm not likely to ever need a massive spell that consumes MILES. One can wish though.
Another day, another DnD session. In todays session, we killed a dragonliche, got stuck in a 'groundhogs day' town that reset every day at mid day, and that was about it....though I did a GREAT job as cleric, and saved our party a few times.
DnD session is finished. Great session. I got a golden phased honey badger (it's a golden badger, that can phase in and out on the plane I'm on), A warhammer that can do 6d6 or 6d8 (I forgot) thunder damage with full charges. And I killed like, 80 goblins in a horde.
Next DND night is the tenth. This chapter will open with us getting into the magic city in the sky...that also utilizes relatively advanced technology. Goal for that session: Find a mage or...three. Then I can finally forge a bow for our ranger, get it enchanted, and carry on with the next thing on my forging list.
Another night, more DnD. We killed some zombie things, we killed two MASSIVE spiders, we saved a drider FROM the spiders, we got some gems and loot, and we got into super secret techno magic city in the sky. All in all, good session.
I also suplexed a zombie and lit it on fire in one go, win.
A long awaited DnD update.
We rescued a literal predator (y'know, from the movies) from a research facility after mission impossible'ing our way in. We then proceeded to smash our way through the entire guard army out the front door, and then the predator blew up the facility.
We then got stuck in a monsoon, and had to take shelter in a 'convienent' inn. Turns out this inn was a mimic. We found this out at 3 AM in game time, after going to bed around 12.
Am I a bad person, or a good GM? Part of my wants to see my group's PC's succeed and continue onwards. And then there's that other part of me that's like "Yes they can succeed...but they will suffer every other minute to do so."
I am so...so emotionally broken. Our druid died to a beholder's necrotic death ray. My revivify failed to work to revive him. To make matters worse, our paladin has brained a child in the streets of a city, on the premise it was the same looking child, as a rakshasa has been parading around as...and harassed us as for three months.
My Grandad smoked his whole lif.I was about 10 yrs when mum said to him, "If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately." Tears in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. 3yrs later he died of lung cancer. It was rlly sad and destroyed me. Mum said to me- "Don't ever smoke. Pls dont put ur fam though what ur Grandad put us through." I agreed. At 21 i never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because ur profile gave me cancer anyway.