A dream I had that I wanted to tell my DM about, so it's addressed to her. It got way longer than I'd intended. I'm glad I was able to capture so much detail, anyway. It's been a while since I've been able to hold on to a dream this vividly.
I woke up from a dream where we were playing the OotA campaign and I wasn't paying very close attention during an encounter, trying to multi-task. Also Grell Sutcliff was an NPC that you were allowing me to control. I think there was also a Petshop of Horrors character in our party. Also you had a self-insert unicornbunny avatar in our party, too. xD
In any case, I was just doing basic moves whenever my turn came around, my focus being more on whatever the other thing on my desk was… that I can't even remember anymore. When I finally tuned in to the game it was because… The enemies were giving a bunch of our party members the killing blows. It was becoming a TPK. Grell died, the other anime character died… I was despairing over my favorite characters and then your self-insert died and I was like, "EVERYONE I LOVE IS DYING." I'd even forgotten about my own character, who had died like two turns ago. I was still cluing in to what was going on. Then I remembered it was Ataxia and then I remembered how much I loved playing Ataxia and how even if they died I wanted to make their death into something notable.
I was like, "No…! Wait! Let's do it over!"
You were kind of choked up and making those sounds of amused despair and told us, "Nope, it's too late."
And I knew it wouldn't be fair to do it over anyway. My suffering here was my own fault for not putting attention towards something I actually cared about. I was really wrestling with the whole thing, feeling like I could do it over, do it better, treat it the way I truly wanted to… but there wasn't mercy for my careless behavior. I needed this hard lesson.
It was interesting because we were playing over Roll20, but it was like watching a videogame. Another thing I felt like I hadn't paid attention to… when did the site update to have such amazing graphics?
Anyway, you were wrapping up some things after everyone perished. Elias had apparently been elsewhere, but he got wind of everyone's death quickly and you had him coming to loot the party members' bodies, hoping to at least gather the plot items. Technically the encounter is still going, just all of us players are watching on as you control the events. You have him rush in and gather what he can as the enemies who'd killed us are still hostile and attacking him. He barely gets away, and manages to leave the map and escape to a central hub…. nothing that exists in the real life game, but we recognized it in the dream.
Through some tunnels there was this haven with a huge, mystical tree encased in stone in the center. It was kind of like our Blingdenstone, lots of factions we recruited for the Demon-banishing efforts gathered here. The tree was old and ancient and the reason it was encased was mysterious, but it's magic lent to our power and everyone revered it.
So Elias, beaten but alive is bringing the important artifacts, hoping to find someone who can take up the torch of demon-banishing.
…The funny and sad thing was, according to some dice rolls you had made in advance, this was the moment for another plot event. The tree in the center of the haven either broke or activated a curse (it was hard to tell which) and escaped its stone casing. We were all watching this happen like a cutscene, and it was incredible to watch. The roots lifted and the branches retracted and it slipped through the pillars and holes of the stone like an octopus. Everyone in the haven was watching in fear and awe.
It began to sweep and swing wildly, some NPC's getting caught by its movements and smacked aside. The rest of the players and I were like, "Get outta there, Elias!" as it was basically another encounter.
Well, he rolled low initiative. The tree's swings were random, so it was unlikely he'd be hit. The dice did not care. That amused despair of yours was back as he got brutally murdered in one sweep from a merciless tree root. We all watched with trepidation as his limp body ragdolled on the stone ground.
There was a moment of pause as we realized there was no one left. What would we do now? You'd been controlling the entire thing, with the influence of the dice, but even you had come to a halt as you contemplated what we could possibly do. The tree was still swinging.
And that's the end of that dream.
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