#dnd logs

[leidensygdom]

So, here’s a long summary of the latest session with Yxala! Which is funnily enough the 56 session and the 28 session for Yxala, so I’ve officially played her as much as my previous PC (Mythannae!) [WARNING: LONG POST, but it’s one of the most emotional sessions I’ve ever had in my life!]

-> Blasma and Centi had a sleepover at the DP. They shared a room, Blasma summoned her fey sister with "summon fey" to watch anime, Centi was very big sis in this whole situation and she was also reading her +2 CON book. They ended up gettin asleep 

-> Yxala had some fun times after her surgery! At some point Uri and her had some dancing??? This wasn't very dwelt on. Then nini times 

-> Waking up, Yxala and Uri exchanged some cute moments before going for food at the dinning room with Relé too 

 -> Centi and Blasma freaked out and got convinced Yxy got chipped 

 -> Blasma used stinking cloud and grease on Yxy, Relé and Uri in her freaking out, causing a plethora of accidents and falls 

 -> Then time for the party to split up in a hostile environment to talk about stuff with NPCs! 

 -> Blasma got to talk to Ictas, her aunt, who was microchipped 28 sessions ago. Ictas was the player's former PC in fact 

-> Centi got to talk with Relé : ) About family and "how to kill our godly father". She has to drink the juice from inside a stone, the forbidden water I guess 

 -> Yxy and Uri went to the room before Ataraxia bc she had to get her finishing surgery on her hand, and Uri had to check on this dude who was partially a cyborg and was hosting half the will of Ataraxia (which the pcs didn't know about, bc this was known by Ictas and Myth, former pcs

-> Yxy kinda freaked out at the Ataraxia pre-room bc it's full of Meat. Undead celestial meat that makes Ataraxia work 

 -> Ataraxia is like, an ancient megacomputer, for reference 

 -> Things were fine until Uri wired up the dude (for repairs) to the network, and Ataraxia got its consciousness back 

-> It inmediately flooded Uri's minds and downloaded everything there :'') 

 -> Uri stayed calm for a second, talking about the process, but they were really possessed at this point already. Yxala noticed something was off and she hugged Uri. Uri embraced her, tail included, and then pinch! microchipped Yxala 

 -> Ataraxia also took full control of every single chipped person, including Ictas and Relé 

 -> Ictas started shooting at Blasma. Blasma polymorphed her and put her in a bag of holding....... bunny ictas 

-> Relé broke part of his crystal hand to unleash an electrical charge and briefly disable the chip, telling Centi they had to RUN 

 -> Uri fought Ataraxia for control to try to use the chip to ask Yxala to run away (for her own safety), while Ataraxia was trying to further sting/chip her. Yxala resisted every fucking command because she REFUSED to leave Uri behind -> Uri resisted every single spell Yxala tried to use, even when she grabbed them and tried to run with them 

 -> In the middle of some closing doors, Uri managed to escape Yxala. Yxala held the door opens with sheer athletics, up until Uri finally landed a Hold person on her, and then yeeted her out of the room for her own safety, telling her to run and protect the others before Ataraxia took definitive control -> Blasma and Centi reunited. Blasma asked Relé to wild shape into a small animal and put them on the bag of holding too, then dimension door'ed to the elevator -> Yeah Blasma left Yxala behind :'') 

-> The elevator wasn't there so they fell 

 -> feather fall saved their lives 

 -> Yxala was alone, with one non functioning arm, no armor, no hammer at first, at a giantic ass dungeon

-> Yxala tried to run. The lab started to come apart and within from every single wall meat started to pour out, enemies made out of meat, etc etc. She sought refuge in Urion's room (and picked a few mementos on the way) 

 -> Blasma and Centi headed to the garden, where Relé told them they could escape the Deep Lab (it's a 10km underground bunker), but they decided to try to wait for Yxala 

 -> Yxala ended up very cornered, scared, and willing to accept their end 

 -> Uri managed to hijack the electronic system while Ataraxia was going utterly nuts, and tried to use their last ounce of consciousness to get Yxala out of there 

 -> Uri collapsed part of the floor Yxala was in, so she could reach the garden (which was in a lower floor), except this was a 1km fall :'') Uri also told Yxala they loved her and I cried a Lot 

 -> We also saw Ataraxia in full control of Uri's body, about to reach Yxala   

-> Floor collapses, Yxala falls to her death, Blasma manages to stop it last moment through sheer luck (and a crit) with a feather fall. Yxala is terrified and almost downed 

 -> Relé (out of the bag) reveals he can use Transport Via Plants (why he needed to be in the garden) to get them out 

 -> The chip prevents him from being able to use the spell tho, which forces Yxala to use the sort of activation code of the chip to issue an order, which she HATED to do 

 -> They run as the garden fell apart in a mess of fire and meat and debris 

 -> Relé brought them to the garden of Yxala's aunts (effectively her mothers), and asks Echo (the gardener, who was there) to leave him KO before the chip starts working again 

 -> Yxala asks for the same 

-> Echo does so, and the party is left with Blasma and Centi being a crying, traumatized mess 

 -> Ictas un-bunnified in Blasma's bag and we heard gunshots hsfdudsh

Anyways ohmygod so much happened I’m very emotional I almost switched characters again bc Yxala fucked up ROYALLY

[silverfickle]

Nova dnd logs

Writing some plot from my oneshot dnd campaign! It'll be a string of moments my char experienced.

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In front of me, is the following: a talking chicken wearing a knight helmet who just defeated an animated statue monster 20 times his own size with a greatsword that is 3 times his size, a dwarven rogue with a serious face and long flowy river-like beard who idolizes my friend Robin Hood, and a gangly half-orc wizard who’s hand is covered in blood. Well, the wizard is behind me since he’s usually frightful of most things, and only did the blood ritual on the stone altar because of sheer boredom of nothing happening.

“Are you cursed now?” I look behind me to cheekily taunt Greecle. Disgust and cowardice washes over his face and he pleads for me to stop.

After looking around more, it would seem that the only way to proceed forward the subterranean temple was to draw blood on the altar. All that arguing about what to do was futile.

The environment rumbles and the gates lower, motioning us to continue on our adventure. Nobody dares to say a word as Chase takes the lead. The irony isn’t lost on me, we’re following a 40cm chicken because he’s the strongest of us all and the hardiest. That fact will never not tickle me.

Excitement and anxiety stirs in my stomach, this is my first real adventure after all!! All the mystery and treasure awaits with every splashy, watery step I take. I’m doing it, mom!

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Maybe that bad feeling buried in the last section of my spine shouldn’t have been ignored. I mean, it’s called a bad feeling for a reason, right?

I didn't speak up but deep down, I super hated that we glanced over the ominous prophetic plaque of words before we descended into this damp and rocky abyss. I have no idea why everyone ganged up on Rina about money and didn’t get enough information before jumping head first into the well entrance. It’s as if we raced down for the treasure without putting on our shoes first. (Well, this is kinda true for Greecle… Why doesn’t he have shoes? I can’t imagine sleeping somewhere so cold without covering up my feetsies.)

Everyone else is sound asleep on the first night of our real adventure. But I… ... ! I, Nova, am really sad !!!! Mixed feelings keep piling up inside of me. But putting down skeleton creatures with my bare hands shouldn’t upset me this much right? I’ve seen lots of things in my home forest after all.

I look around and admire the temple, crystals of red and blue softly glint in the dark, faintly illuminating the vast tunnels and spaces around us. The water reflects the hues and bounce the glow around as far as it can reach before stretching itself thin into the darkness. I hold up one of the skelly heads that wasn’t crushed with both my hands and wished for it to talk. “Why wasn’t I charming enough to convey my feelings of wanting to be friends? I could’ve saved all your skelly friends too y’know?” I frown.

Thinking about their cute heads and little swords that they swung against my neck, I wrote in my journal with mom in mind, and a poem before sleepytime.

I hope we get along tomorrow.

Whispers of my regret can’t reach you anymore

Please pass on safely without much sore

Floating in the abyss, the ripples, the splashes

Find salvation or peace after scintillating ashes

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I have to crane my head up to look at Greecle every time he relays knowledge to us. Despite being a huge troublemaker, he's still a wizard who knows a lot more things about our world than I do. He studied the round plinth and ran around the hall to detect traces of magic to identify and to uncover. He’s super useful but it all goes unnoticed because our team members spend most of our interactions scolding him for his misdeeds. He tells us that the moss covered carvings on the stone plinth that may have lasted centuries make up some sort of calendar.

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I pout as my sweet sentences get twisted up and interpreted in an offensive manner. There goes my chance to be friends with this fire creature. All I said was that they’re hot as hell, but maybe they’re from the realm of Tartarus and not Asphodel; I shouldn’t be too judgemental.

I try to think of more ways to befriend the creature but I’m instantly distracted as I spot an unconscious body under some singed rags.

Oh no, I have to help.

That was my main objective, my only thought. We didn’t initially agree to a rescue mission but what cycles my thoughts is one word: Survival. The rest seem preoccupied with battle, so it has to be me.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the body. It’s sweltering in here, I’m glad I’m wearing shoes. My feet would’ve scorched if I touched this tiled floor, my fire resistance would not have negated the pain. My eyes dart around to examine the person, hoping for signs of life. Chocolate scales faintly rise and fall, carrying a golden undertone, revealing their mighty ancestry and potential.

Ah, great! They’re breathing!

I took out the only healing potion I have to help the dragonborn. I guess we have to defeat this creature if it won’t listen to reason and have already injured this being. I whine mentally.

But a huge smile spreads across my face as the person in front of me springs back up, brimming with life, as if their life force is reignited and flickers equally as bright as the melty lava creature behind us. Their fists clench and their eyes are filled with panic.

A new friend!

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This is one of those times where my darkvision would burn things into my sclera and instill fear in my soles, bringing forth the imagery of the roiling mass that is a ceiling sea of bats.

I don’t know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.

I can NOT harm these animals, even if we wanted to we are easily outnumbered. But the more time we spend in this room, we will eventually be drowned in this vast sea. The bats won’t listen to us, they’ll continue to chip away at our constitution with relentless determination.

Damn it! Why is this lock so sturdy! My legs are chilled with fear, I hesitate and shiver as I mess up my aim.

The bats, they swoop down and claw us into shreds. Our skin but mere cloth for them to cut up into ribbons and string. All we can do is try to break open this chest and make a run for it. There’s no way we can face this many. We’ll get swallowed up and ground into bones if we don't hurry!

Hurry!

The acid misses.

Hurry!

The arrow misses.

Hurry!

The fists and greatsword connects.

Run!

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In the magical darkness enshrouding us, a blue flame floats toward me, revealing itself while crackling the air softly with electricity. It reminds me of a quiet forest night watched over by the full moon. Spirits and spectres would come out and wander; some want satisfaction, some want salvation, some yearn for affection from forgotten loved ones or fallen comrades. In those quiet nights, every living being proclaims their existence, they take up space in our shared world with heartbeats or willpower. It's wonderful to be able to leave traces in the soil or the sky. Being alive is truly miraculous!

In this magical darkness, I don't see anything but a living creature that still blazes with life. It might have a past filled with joy, sorrow, frustration; it might still want to take steps out of this black void and write history. I wonder who imprisoned the servants that dwell in these desolate halls, which heartless soul would rob them of their freedom and force them to pointless bloodshed? Who is it that beckoned sturdy adventurers to plunge themselves down here and destined them to reemerge as carcasses to be cut down again? Whatever malevolent being that built this temple, whatever goal they serve, I want to get out of here without bowing down to their insolence on life.

I think about my mom who befriends the earth. Surrounded by warmth and love, she's nothing but being of kindness and nurture. Sometimes I believe she’s secretly an otherworldly guardian that looks after those around her. She wouldn’t let earnest creatures be trampled ruthlessly, she appreciates every little living being and would do anything for the needy. Ah, I miss spending time with her.

I pull out Harper and start playing a soft melody to declare my feelings.

Please let us continue with a bright future. Hear my plea and take in my wish for camaraderie.

Sharp notes from Her Sh’i’s bagpipes intertwine with my light tones. The willowy blues grow fainter and calmer.

I stumble on my words but I try my best to convey to the being that we mean no harm. I smile and sigh out of relief as the appeased creature gently places a token on my hand.

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Somehow we have managed to take down the god and return it into pieces of bone and dirt. We ended the cycle. Rinah will remain in the temple with the community of reanimated skeletons and figure out a way to turn them back into living humans.

It should have been a triumphant win and we emerge with golden sun rays congratulating us when we climb our way back out to the surface. But it wasn’t. It was windy and gray. Various feelings mix in my belly leaving me feeling uneasy, the feelings I’ve not been able to shake away and will stay with me for a while.

I can’t help but feel swindled by fate, cruel and cunning. If I had known it was the humans who dared to anger Xibalba in the first place, I would’ve tried to appease them. Instead I felt the need to break a curse to save the ‘humans’. How foolish of me.

What’s done is done. I have unwillingly helped to slay a god that once lived to grant blessings for the people. In the same breath, I also freed some trapped souls and no more will unnecessary blood be shed.

I look to my shoulder where Shadow leisurely sits and I smile softly at him when he gazes back up to meet my eyes . At least I have you now, so it’s not a bad ending to this adventure.

Shadow gently boops my cheek, causing some numbness for a second.

I can’t wait to introduce you to mom!

[wizardshark]

stupidest things from DnD Adventures in the Fey, session 1

Degdeg: so we give chase on our camels Willem: I could transform into a wolf and scare the camels into running faster. handofevil: You give chase out into the desert! Degdeg: why not chase him as a wolf Willem: Is there a skill check for "Frighten dromedaries?" handofevil: It would be intimidate Raven_Moonshadow whispers in the camel's ear and its eyes widen in fear Raven_Moonshadow: 1d20+12 intimidate Fortuna: Raven_Moonshadow, intimidate: [1] = 13 Raven_Moonshadow: :( Degdeg: raven whispering dark secrets of the universe in camel language Willem: 1d20+3 intimidate Fortuna: Willem, intimidate: [3] = 6 handofevil: The camel bursts out laughing, which you didn't know camels could do Degdeg: 1d20+3 intimidate Fortuna: Degdeg, intimidate: [5] = 8 Willem: willem turns into a wolf and... it is just the least scary wolf this fucking camel has ever seen Degdeg: man we arent very fierce Degdeg: frank what about you handofevil: The man is now quite a distance away Frank: Guess I'll try then. Degdeg: can you scare all of our camels Frank: 1d20+8 to initimdate my biggest camel. Fortuna: Frank, to initimdate my biggest camel.: [1] = 9 Willem: These camels have seen some shit. Degdeg: GOD DAMMIT Frank: Nope, I'm too small. handofevil: The camel doesn't even notice you're on him handofevil: Also, stop making me laugh or I will choke on these chips Frank: I smack the top of the camel's head with my shield. Degdeg: these camels are more hardened warriors than we are Willem: Willem just starts running. These camels can suck a dick. Degdeg: I spur my camel onwards handofevil: Willem is quickly left behind in the dust Degdeg: willem is in wolf form Degdeg: he's probably faster than our shitty camels __________________________________________________ 00:09    bodysnatcher    The eladrin is panicking 00:09    bodysnatcher    The eladrin is panicing 00:09    bodysnatcher    Oh right, not skype can't do that 00:09    bodysnatcher    He stands up 00:10    Degdeg    actually it is panicking 00:10    bodysnatcher    Whatevs 00:10    Willem    Yeah you were right. 00:10    bodysnatcher    Narrative is taking over at this point 00:10    Degdeg    bodysnatcher takes -2 penalty to spelling 00:10    bodysnatcher    Holding his side, he limps over to the edge of the balcony 00:10    Frank    He was prone though, is he sacrificing his standard for another move? 00:11    Frank    Also if he is limping, that sounds like not a shift. 00:12    Degdeg    i think plot stuff is happening 00:12    handofevil    He begins to chant 00:12    handofevil    You can't understand him 00:12    handofevil    He throws himself off the balcony and into the pit 00:12    Frank    Not if I cut his throat with an opportunity attack. 00:13    Degdeg    yeah i think OA's are in order 00:13    Frank    1d20+8 vs. AC 00:13    Fortuna    Frank, vs. AC: [10] = 18 00:13    handofevil    Frank is nowhere near him so no 00:13    Frank    I was adjacent to him when he stood up. 00:13    Willem    Frank was just hitting him with an axe. 00:13    handofevil    Oh 00:13    handofevil    Ah 00:13    Frank    He had to move away from me. 00:13    handofevil    Well no hit anyway 00:13    handofevil    HE THROWS HIMSELF INTO THE PIT 00:13    Frank    Also is he chanting in elven? Cause that seems like something an eladrin would chant in. 00:13    handofevil    A deep rumble is heard 00:13    Frank    In which case we have people who could understand him. 00:14    Degdeg    or primordial or somethign 00:14    handofevil    Nope. Not elven 00:14    Willem    What language? 00:14    Degdeg    i think its primordial 00:14    corgnelius    can i pee down the pit 00:14    Frank    In a moment. 00:14    Degdeg    yeah 00:14    handofevil    You're not sure. You couldn't understand it 00:14    handofevil    The doors suddenly shut and the room goes dark 00:14    Willem    So he's speaking Plot. 00:14    handofevil    Yes. He is speaking plot _________________________________________________________ Fortuna    Degdeg, history to see if any of my readings have said anything about this: [19] = 27 00:26    Degdeg    man i got all kinds of history in here 00:26        corgnelius tosses ball bearings down the pit 00:27    handofevil    It's an ancient portal into the fey, established by the great Pharoh Bhatamhar and placed within his pyramid as part of his belief that his soul would ascend into the high elf nobility upon death. 00:27    Degdeg    dang son 00:27    Degdeg    guys im just gunna make a history check every chance possiblr 00:27    Degdeg    1d20+8 on corgi 00:27    Fortuna    Degdeg, on corgi: [20] = 28 00:27    Degdeg    welp 00:27    Degdeg    i just wasted a 20 sorry guys 00:28    corgnelius    i just peed on pharoh soul 00:28    Willem    On the plus side, you know everything there is to know about this Corgi.