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Some fun and not-so-fun stuff has been happening in Game the last few weeks.
Our party is trekking through this vast underground complex (Moria, basically), looking for a "big shiny red rock" for a dragon. We are encountering _tons_ of undead. This makes me happy because my Cleric, Kember, gets to use turning and Searing Light and all kinds of fun stuff, and not just spend all her time running around and healing the other party members. It makes queleb less happy because his Rogue, Dane, can't Sneak Attack, and can't Finesse with the heavy mace that's the most effective weapon we have against skeletons and suchlike. Grendel Rages and smashes, no matter what, so nothing new there.
On one of the levels, there were three temples: of Kord, Heironeous, and Pelor. Everything is in a general state of disrepair, so when we come to Pelor's temple, Kember decides that His emblem above the altar is not blingy enough for the Shining One, so she climbs up to polish it, and ten or twelve undead pop out of nowhere. Kember had already used her Greater Turning for that day, so I rolled just for a regular Turn Undead, and it was so beautiful. The turning would have affected all of them (one was hiding behind the pillar, and thus escaped it for a while), and Kember is high enough level - or the baddies were _low_ enough level - that the turning outright destroyed them. Poof. Ten piles of dust on the ground, just like that. Two Searing Lights took care of the one hiding behind the pillar (who'd been being poked at in the meantime by Dane). It was just so poetic and fitting that Kember dished out such holy vengeance within her deity's temple. Got a suit of chain +3 out of it, too. Woot!
Last night we played in our new apartment, after I put Morgan down to bed (yay for her having her own bedroom!). We found another human down on the final level, and she joined the party. We finally faced the end boss, a gnome wizard who hurt _lots_. Dane died ('cause he had the crummiest Fort save); the wizard paralyzed him and there was nothing he could do against a coup de grâce. Suckiest way ever to die.
It was three in the morning by the time we finished that fight (which involved _lots_ of whiffing. I swear, if he or we could have actually managed to _hit_ each other, it would have taken like an hour off). ktbee's bed wasn't set up, so she went back to Jordan's, leaving the brand new place all to Morgan and myself. Took me a while to fall asleep because I kept waking up to all the new sounds. Ugh. And the coffee here at work is really weak.
None of the others had school or work today, and they all kept saying to me, "But you don't have to work until ten..." Yes, but I still have to wake up whenever Morgan does, which is generally around seven thirty. Mommy tired.
Our party is trekking through this vast underground complex (Moria, basically), looking for a "big shiny red rock" for a dragon. We are encountering _tons_ of undead. This makes me happy because my Cleric, Kember, gets to use turning and Searing Light and all kinds of fun stuff, and not just spend all her time running around and healing the other party members. It makes queleb less happy because his Rogue, Dane, can't Sneak Attack, and can't Finesse with the heavy mace that's the most effective weapon we have against skeletons and suchlike. Grendel Rages and smashes, no matter what, so nothing new there.
On one of the levels, there were three temples: of Kord, Heironeous, and Pelor. Everything is in a general state of disrepair, so when we come to Pelor's temple, Kember decides that His emblem above the altar is not blingy enough for the Shining One, so she climbs up to polish it, and ten or twelve undead pop out of nowhere. Kember had already used her Greater Turning for that day, so I rolled just for a regular Turn Undead, and it was so beautiful. The turning would have affected all of them (one was hiding behind the pillar, and thus escaped it for a while), and Kember is high enough level - or the baddies were _low_ enough level - that the turning outright destroyed them. Poof. Ten piles of dust on the ground, just like that. Two Searing Lights took care of the one hiding behind the pillar (who'd been being poked at in the meantime by Dane). It was just so poetic and fitting that Kember dished out such holy vengeance within her deity's temple. Got a suit of chain +3 out of it, too. Woot!
Last night we played in our new apartment, after I put Morgan down to bed (yay for her having her own bedroom!). We found another human down on the final level, and she joined the party. We finally faced the end boss, a gnome wizard who hurt _lots_. Dane died ('cause he had the crummiest Fort save); the wizard paralyzed him and there was nothing he could do against a coup de grâce. Suckiest way ever to die.
It was three in the morning by the time we finished that fight (which involved _lots_ of whiffing. I swear, if he or we could have actually managed to _hit_ each other, it would have taken like an hour off). ktbee's bed wasn't set up, so she went back to Jordan's, leaving the brand new place all to Morgan and myself. Took me a while to fall asleep because I kept waking up to all the new sounds. Ugh. And the coffee here at work is really weak.
None of the others had school or work today, and they all kept saying to me, "But you don't have to work until ten..." Yes, but I still have to wake up whenever Morgan does, which is generally around seven thirty. Mommy tired.