So.... should I roll a perform check for sing? Or does it not work alone?
Given that the last few entries weren't actually blog-type entries describing how things are going in my life, and were instead... well... quiz results... I figured I should try to come up with one. *shrugs* Y'know, so people who look at my blog think I actually have something to say. Sucking up to Stupid_free so they let me join, and so my brain goes racing with considerations of what intellectual contemplations I could stick in a public entry so that's what first shows up... Nah. I don't care that much. I'm watching the group anyway, and that's all I was really interested in.
((Stupid_free being that LJ group regarding all kinds of largely online examples of people being stupid. And the entries are provided for free---as long as you've already got internet access, you can get the stuff for free. Ya.))
As far as life goes... *shrugs?* Sushi Friday night was cool, as was hanging out with the DnD players all night. Much randomness in the talking on the way to town and on the way back, especially with some of the references to swords... Along with more Videos From The Internet that You Need To See, from more Wrryyyyyyy fun, more of the Desu girls ((and our search for an early desu))... Randomness. Sugar. Smash Brothers and Mario Kart.
DnD itself... well, we didn't actually do a great deal during the day as far as tightly-packed gameplay went. Actually, it was largely character updating, random conversation OOC, the adventures of trying to not turn into greater shadows----our solutions respectively being the Druid curled up emo in the corner, the Monk tried to force the shadow out by perfectly balancing her chi, the Paladin found that his LG maces were hurting him and went to complain to the Cleric about it... the Wizard found her familiar was comatose and went to the Cleric about it... The Cleric swiftly realized what was wrong and tried to gather everyone together... the Main Character didn't have anything wrong with him as he hadn't even been there, and his guardian ((whose intelligence had already been lowered to about a 9)) tried to figure it out. The Cleric gathered us all together, with explaining what the problem was, and people's characters continued to bring ideas together ((many of which involved some or all of us dying, often by each others' hands)) until our guardian managed to accuse the Monk of being sad.
Yep. Sad. He managed to get out that the Monk believes in being happy---her faith is about joy---and he admonished her for being sad. "DANCE!" he commanded her, loudly. That was our solution, after a few other random attempts by people. The Monk began to sing, the Wizard ((who'd been a Thayan slave, dancing girl as a child)) began to dance, the guardian sang ((with a 2 perform check, ouch)), the Main Character sang, the Druid and the Cleric at least tried to be serious and tend to the dying familiar---untii the guardian got enough of his intelligence back to be able to cast a spell that compelled us and all watching us to dance. He cast a highly detailed illusory party hall around us, with food and drink ((much drink for the monk)) and freaked the Cleric out----as the Cleric had, until recently, been trapped in a 'plane' of chaos. So the Cleric pulls out a summoning wand and starts summoning owls---who just join in the dancing with us.
So here we all were, 18 hours from totally transforming into Greater Shadows, having been thusly affected by the goddess Shaar herself, and currently in the Temple of Mystra where they're just about to kill us to keep us from turning and running around like that----and we spend the next hour singing and dancing, summoning owls to sing and dance with us, with the Paladin's spellfire burning us all and cleansing the shadow from us.
Out of character... we were similarly hysterical. And this made up a good portion of our game play---and especially the part that mattered. For, as the guardian remarked later, the shadow made us all feel isolated ((emo!)) and alone and helpless... so clearly the manner to avoid that was to be so full of joy that Shaar herself pulled the shadow out, not wanting to bother with us.
:D
After all, DnD is fun and story involved, and has more a sense of resolution when I've got a DM encouraging us to decide our actions now instead of a week from now.
Real life isn't as clear about rules and roles, and less clear on what we're working towards and trying to accomplish. Especially when you turn inwards and "emo" and isolated. So when I hear that I'm still lacking $1400 for this semester, as well as another $300 so I can sign up for next semester's classes, did I call home? Not yet. I cringed to do so, hoping to avoid painful confrontations. "Tomorrow", I rationalized, "tomorrow". I finally talked about that progressive issue from last semester with the professor, and she'll still have it and accept it---and that scientific method course should, she agreed, greatly help me with it.
Eh. I'm showering and hanging out to consider doing homework. I'll see you all later.
((Stupid_free being that LJ group regarding all kinds of largely online examples of people being stupid. And the entries are provided for free---as long as you've already got internet access, you can get the stuff for free. Ya.))
As far as life goes... *shrugs?* Sushi Friday night was cool, as was hanging out with the DnD players all night. Much randomness in the talking on the way to town and on the way back, especially with some of the references to swords... Along with more Videos From The Internet that You Need To See, from more Wrryyyyyyy fun, more of the Desu girls ((and our search for an early desu))... Randomness. Sugar. Smash Brothers and Mario Kart.
DnD itself... well, we didn't actually do a great deal during the day as far as tightly-packed gameplay went. Actually, it was largely character updating, random conversation OOC, the adventures of trying to not turn into greater shadows----our solutions respectively being the Druid curled up emo in the corner, the Monk tried to force the shadow out by perfectly balancing her chi, the Paladin found that his LG maces were hurting him and went to complain to the Cleric about it... the Wizard found her familiar was comatose and went to the Cleric about it... The Cleric swiftly realized what was wrong and tried to gather everyone together... the Main Character didn't have anything wrong with him as he hadn't even been there, and his guardian ((whose intelligence had already been lowered to about a 9)) tried to figure it out. The Cleric gathered us all together, with explaining what the problem was, and people's characters continued to bring ideas together ((many of which involved some or all of us dying, often by each others' hands)) until our guardian managed to accuse the Monk of being sad.
Yep. Sad. He managed to get out that the Monk believes in being happy---her faith is about joy---and he admonished her for being sad. "DANCE!" he commanded her, loudly. That was our solution, after a few other random attempts by people. The Monk began to sing, the Wizard ((who'd been a Thayan slave, dancing girl as a child)) began to dance, the guardian sang ((with a 2 perform check, ouch)), the Main Character sang, the Druid and the Cleric at least tried to be serious and tend to the dying familiar---untii the guardian got enough of his intelligence back to be able to cast a spell that compelled us and all watching us to dance. He cast a highly detailed illusory party hall around us, with food and drink ((much drink for the monk)) and freaked the Cleric out----as the Cleric had, until recently, been trapped in a 'plane' of chaos. So the Cleric pulls out a summoning wand and starts summoning owls---who just join in the dancing with us.
So here we all were, 18 hours from totally transforming into Greater Shadows, having been thusly affected by the goddess Shaar herself, and currently in the Temple of Mystra where they're just about to kill us to keep us from turning and running around like that----and we spend the next hour singing and dancing, summoning owls to sing and dance with us, with the Paladin's spellfire burning us all and cleansing the shadow from us.
Out of character... we were similarly hysterical. And this made up a good portion of our game play---and especially the part that mattered. For, as the guardian remarked later, the shadow made us all feel isolated ((emo!)) and alone and helpless... so clearly the manner to avoid that was to be so full of joy that Shaar herself pulled the shadow out, not wanting to bother with us.
:D
After all, DnD is fun and story involved, and has more a sense of resolution when I've got a DM encouraging us to decide our actions now instead of a week from now.
Real life isn't as clear about rules and roles, and less clear on what we're working towards and trying to accomplish. Especially when you turn inwards and "emo" and isolated. So when I hear that I'm still lacking $1400 for this semester, as well as another $300 so I can sign up for next semester's classes, did I call home? Not yet. I cringed to do so, hoping to avoid painful confrontations. "Tomorrow", I rationalized, "tomorrow". I finally talked about that progressive issue from last semester with the professor, and she'll still have it and accept it---and that scientific method course should, she agreed, greatly help me with it.
Eh. I'm showering and hanging out to consider doing homework. I'll see you all later.