#high rolls

[retrokid616]

moth-mans got a 23 with hope

[jeebus-witch]

When you try to make a sigil that gives you a better chance at high rolls in DND but it doesnt work and you actually get the worst rolls of the party

[shithowdy]

Big mood

[retrokid616]

24 for the lord of whitestone!

that said JACK!

gods damn even his locked in!

[nelvana]

Alright, so, the other day my family and I were out playing some Pathfinder/D&D in St. John. What I’m about to tell you happened on the third part.

I was playing a premade character because my official character wasn’t ready to be played yet. The party was: Amiri (me), Gary [insert fancy letter thingy here], Professer Shepwinkle, Marcus, Mazone and someone else I forgot their character name.

So we had to find this woman, (I can’t remember her name ‘cause it was long and confusing so we’ll call her J) except she had been captured because she had this huge bounty on her head. Like, 50,000 GP bounty. We found out she was being kept at this bar/prison so we headed over there. We arrived at the building and knocked at the door. This guy opened one of those door-window-slot-things and said “The fuck do you want?” (It was late so the DM was getting extra sweary I guess). Marcus, bluffed and said we were here to drop off the gnome (Pro. Shepwinkle). After a few bluff checks and some swears, we were let inside. There, we met the boss, an ice troll with a savage pet. J is beside him in an ice block. He asks why we’re here, because apparently the servant who answered the door didn’t tell their boss anything. Mazone expresses interest in J, talking about the bounty and asking about how Mr. Ice Troll Dude caught her.  Mr. Ice Troll Dude then asks if we’re the people who’re supposed to pick her up.

And obviously, Macus lies again. Surprisingly, he gets another successful roll on his bluff check. We get J and leave.

We had entered saying we were here to drop someone off, and entered saying we were picking someone up. That’s some impressive lying. This was by far one of the best roleplaying experiences I’ve had.

[shoutsfromthedesert]

Homeless Again

I am excited by the idea of not having to deal with the endless hassles of life here: isolation; distance from food; total lack of decent restaurants; the nearest "town" is a cultural backwater; too many keys; everything is broken or about to break or only halfway repaired; skunks; frozen water pipes; etc. There are many nice things about being here too, so my complaining must sound infantile. But anyway, I'm happy to be moving to the East Coast soon, and then maybe the West Coast later on.

What really bothers me about the entire situation is the fact of my impending homelessness, again. I'm really too old to be starting over, and over, and over. I recently visited a friend in Austin who turned to her husband and described the house and beautiful garden and studio I owned with my then wife in El Paso, Texas. It was great but I was dissatisfied with my home town. So I reinvented myself in Santa Fe.

A few years later, with Mom in need of assistance to stay in her mountain home half of the year, My girlfriend Jenni and I retreated down to Otero County. The woods surround the property. Deer and elk and turkey wander about. A fox visits most nights. I've been artistically prolific. And we've been able to give my Mom a better experience these last three years than she would have had sitting by herself in a Texas condo.

So now I'm soon homeless. And I know the difference between me and all those unfortunate people I saw waiting in line to enter a shelter on a wet Christmas Eve in Portland, Oregon in 2010. I've seen true homelessness all across this country and I'm not unfortunate. I'm in transition, by choice.

But I feel homeless. I am tired. I am moving far away from home and I am uncertain about my ability to start over again. Most of my possessions have to do with making art. Luckily I have places to keep things, stored safely with people who never uproot themselves. But there is still the decision of what to take and what to leave. Whatever I leave it will be like discarding it. This fact makes me consider discarding it. I've always held the goal of dying with nothing. Here's my chance to further that goal.

I do love this land, this forest and I will miss it. I'll also say this, and it's true: What I will miss most is my outhouse. I may never again spend mornings looking at the forest in every season and taking a shit.

So I leave my home, with few possessions, my youth long past and my future completely uncertain. Sounds like an adventure.

[gnolanphotography-blog]

Apple Stand

Shot with a Holga on Kodak 400TMAX.  Developed and scanned by Richard's Photo Lab.

High Rolls, New Mexico