#spot check

[catchsurf]

Spot Check with Jamie O’Brien

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Spot check.

Without fail, Simon will lick the glass right after I've cleaned it.  Thanks little fella--good lookin' out!

[ammphoto]

Scepticism

[onlydraven]

Spot Check

[dimestorehobby]

BEING an altogether True Account of the Mighty Heroes who Saved Ackerland from Brutal Assault by Demonic Forces.  PART V.

THE GRAND FINALE

Sadly, there’s no way to photograph the climactic, nail-biting series of events that led to our immortal victory.  But that’s the beauty of D&D.

We’d killed off most of the Orcs and Gnolls on the bridge, but the hordes below were pushing more siege ladders up to the ramparts, so it was only a matter of time.  A mere bloodied fraction of the Dwarven defenders were left, and the Bunny Brigade was decimated, reeling from the carnage of its unsustainable losses.

But the Lich had decided to come finish us off himself.  Here was our opening.

We gave him the proverbial uppercut and left hook.  He didn’t take it on the chin like a man, choosing instead to transmorph real wussy-like into some ugly bat-turd demon.  But I knew in my Paladin heart-of-hearts that this was his True Form, and the time to strike was, you know, now or never.

Just one problem.  

In one of the more emotional sessions earlier in the campaign, our Rogue had herself been killed and turned into a cute little lich by this self-same Uber-Lich-hole-Von-holen-lich.  Since then, she’d had to battle herself daily so as not to turn more evil every day.  And we as a party had been trying to save her (in between my holy attempts at purifying her soul by destroying her.  Paladin is as Paladin does).

And here we are facing off with Demon Von Batshit, who happens to have her phylactery in his creepy claw-hands.

BACKGROUND: For those who are not aquainted with this vaguely erotic (but in a gross, sex-ed textbook kind of way) term, a phylactery is basically Voldemort’s horcrux in Harry Potter.  The evil wizard stores his soul in there.  If the phylactery is destroyed, the lich is killed.  So if Lord Bat-Out-Of-Hell breaks our Rogue’s phylactery, she becomes a Nofling instead of a Halfling.

So we kicked his ass like ninjas.

Our Druid, who had transformed herself into a Treant, grappled him like he could smell what The Rock was cooking.  Our Rogue threw her dice roll in to assist, which caused Johnny-Come-Lichly to drop the phylactery...

...and as it hurtled to the ground, our Inventor reached into his Bag of Useful Items...and rolled successfully to slip a goose-down pillow under the falling phylactery.

Our DM later admitted that the Inventor’s dice roll was one number away from producing a brick instead of a pillow.

Last, but not least...yours truly hit the Lich in the literal face with a fiery sunbeam from sixty feet away.  Best roll I ever had in two years of critical misses, low initiatives, and failed Spot Checks.

Lich, please.

I guess you had to be there.

Thanks for reading.

[ronsonlambert]

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[ronsonlambert]

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[robdtsmith]

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