#session 54

[kosh-san]

“I'm sorry, little lady”.

Session 54 of our War for the Crown campaign, Adrast city, Northern Tandak. I need to process what happened.

At the beginning of the session, Cassandra's agent Lilly sent her a message with a warning that someone was after us. But Cassandra forgot to mention it to the group, since “being in danger” is our normal Tuesday.

The party went to an abandoned Shelyn Temple where they fought demonic werewolves, and then encountered a group of good-aligned adventurers (Iomedae Inquisitor, Desna cleric, a warrior, and a barbarian (?)).

There we managed to get Cassandra's demon eidolon back, so she's now back to her full power. After we returned home, Ywain was invited to a party. He, his yandere girlfriend (who we now suspect at being a succubus or other entity, and not a real Sepsinia), Aviden and Cassandra all attended the party in the city, while Brie went to investigate Dupont, a Galt's merchant they've been suspecting of shady dealings (the ironic part is that Brie bragged about her halfling luck to the man). After Brie was done with the merchant, she decided not to join the group, and instead went back home to their base to craft some magic items. At home, she met with her agent Ginnit and tasked her with investigating a certain lawyer for connections with Dupont.

She then went upstairs to her lab in the attic.

After failing her perception check, she was silently approached from behind and struck with a knife between her ribs. While falling on the floor into the pool of her own blood, all she heard was an unfamiliar voice saying: “I'm sorry, little lady”.

End scene and of the session.

So what does this mean?

Mechanically, an assassin used Mark of Death, Brie failed her perception check, and then failed her Fortitude save after the assassin used Assassinate. Brie is incapacitated at best, and probably dead. If the roll was a critical failure (that I suspect is, the GM doesn't want to show all his cards, and we are at the cliffhanger). I couldn't even use Luck because I didn't know the DC of the save.

Is Brie all alone without anyone to turn to? Yes. Is she dead? Probably.

Can the party revive her on their own? No, I don't think so.

Do I trust the party of chaotic evil, lawful evil and true neutral guys to go above and beyond to save their little halfling rogue? Honestly, no.

[sciapod]

Freewriting Session 54

A/N: I wanna put a warning on this one because it might trigger some people, especially on the themes of grief and loss (unspecified, besides breakups and identify). That said, I hope some of you may find somewhat solace in recognizing themselves in this and thus realizing that we are, in fact, not alone. <3

18.20

How does one grieve? Just let the tears flow freely, or is there more to it?

It dawned on me, recently, when I was in therapy, that the cause for all my ‘lack of motivation’ or rather inaction, may just be that I am still grieving. Grieving a relationship I thought was ‘a job well done’, the breakup, I mean. We split as friends, still cherish each other as human beings, and agree that it was the best possible outcome, this decision.

But as my therapist said, there’s still the loss of all the dreams I had, the person I was … The identity I fought and simultaneously clinged on to.

That all may be true. What I didn’t tell her, which may be a cue for another session, is the massive load of grieving due to other things that I might not, either, be through.

I wish I could say that I’ve come out stronger, but I’m more inclined to say that after all this loss, I simply feel alone and older. I don’t have the confidence to say –inherently believe– that I’ve ‘got this’. I realize that as humans, we’ve barely got shit. And “that’s alright”, “that’s perfectly fine”. And, “there’s no wrong or right”. There is just this state of ‘human being’: An utter mess in a moderately conscious attempt of gathering meaning and understanding.

I’ve said it so many times before and I don’t think I have a below average IQ, but I simply don’t know. I feel so incapable… dissociated. The word neglected came to mind, maybe because it rhymes, but maybe because I’m scared to face that there might be some truth to it. Grieving the losses. Abandonment. What am I really left with?

I know, this is incredibly pessimistic and rationally I don’t really mean it, but as I’m sitting here alone writing these words, looking at my bookshelf, dark painted walls as I desired, on my inherited victorian sofa and listening to trance music… everything could be so good, if I would just let it. Essentially there’s nothing wrong, it’s just perception. Essentially there’s nothing wrong, except my perception.

18.30

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I do freewriting sessions in 10-minute bursts. Once the 10 minutes are done, I will either go back and edit or continue on another route depending on my flow of inspiration. If I happen to find it shareable, well, I will. Like this one. That said, I won’t be sharing every one.

I hope you enjoy reading these scattered thoughts.

If you want to read more, here’s my Masterlist

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[artsyrobotz]

Caduceus was so adorable in this past session. Him trying to get a grumpy face was too cute!

(P.S. Please forgive my handwriting.)

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[zaelic-deity]

Session 54, Leggies 🦵