DnD Dreams
I think the busier I get the more often I update my journal. But I have good reason to today, I had a fun dream. Also, it occurs to me that I’ve loaned various books out to people. If anyone remembers borrowing a book from me, could you try to get it back to me before either of us leave campus? I’ll be around until Saturday. (I can’t think of exactly what I’m missing. Bernie has a couple of my Jim Butcher novels, I think, and Sharone has a yaoi manga of mine somewhere.)
So, my dream: It was very DnD-esque, particularly at first. A couple miniatures were placed on the map, and an enormous circle was drawn, at least ten squares in diameter. This seemed like a really bad thing to be fighting, but in theory the DM (I think it was Matt, which would make sense since we played in his campaign last night, but he wasn’t wearing his hat and he had a gleefully evil smirk on his face) was trustworthy. My character entered the room the monster was supposed to appear in, just scouting a bit at first, and the point of view switched to follow him around.
The character I followed was some kind of cross between a druid and a ranger. He wasn’t my ranger, Ezekiel, though he did dual wield a scimitar and a kukri. He was good at sneaking around and strategizing, and spent a great deal of his time as a wolf. When he entered the room, he didn’t see anything. The entire place was dark and cavernous, he couldn’t make out the ceiling. After a couple seconds of cautious sneaking around, however, the monster appeared. It was some kind of colossal interplanetary being. It didn’t speak, and what my character could glean was that it was if not good, at least lawful, and generally killed incredibly evil characters. Unfortunately, it thought my character was one of the criminals it needed to destroy and nearly killed him with a glancing blow. He ran out of there as fast as he possibly could and his party slammed a giant barred door behind him. It held the creature long enough for the druid/ranger to explain everything to his party and sum up the situation with WTF???!!!
At that point, two others in the party stepped back: the wizard, a fairly ambiguously moral person with a cruel sense of humor, but quite helpful to the party, and a halfling cleric, permanently mute and blank-faced but strong enough to be decked out in armor and a mace. The wizard explained that oh, by the way, they’re actually higher level than they mentioned, and incredibly evil. And at this point, since the others are in trouble merely for associating with them, “and that’s not fair, really, is it?”, the others should simply join them, help them, kill the stupid people who would condemn them simply for unwittingly choosing bad company, and move on. After all, they’ve been friends and adventuring companions, while the giant lawful thing in there just tried to kill them. They’re loyalty should be obvious.
One of the members of the party, some sort of fighter or ranger or something, shrugged and decided to go along with them, mostly for lack of anything better to do, but the guy my point of view was following just stared for a second, growled, and stalked off in wolf form, yelling that they were on their own. The wizard pouted a bit, but shrugged and began contemplating revenge.
It was unclear exactly what happened after this point, but the wizard’s mother was apparently an evil dragon that someone managed to baleful polymorph into a tiny lizard, and she even managed to fail the save to not think like her new form. Someone busted her out of wherever she was and after a fun battle and a daring waterfall escape, broke the spell on her.
The evil wizard continued plotting, but found that the wolf guy actually was fairly important to his plans, so he cornered him again and attempted to negotiate with him some more. When the surly ranger/druid refused, the wizard doffed a hat and trapped him in some form or other. The now-not-a-wolf grew angrier, but headed towards a town of elves he’d befriended, hoping to gain some shelter, rest, and possibly a dispel magic there. Unfortunately, the town’s security spells almost didn’t recognize him, due to the wizard’s spells, and he narrowly avoided being attacked and killed. As soon as he was safely in the village, of course, the wizard, cleric, and no-longer-neutral minions from the old party began attacking it. Chaos ensued, my surly wolf guy grew even more angry and panicked, and I woke up.
Not a particularly coherent dream, but I like the characters of the wizard and the shape shifter, so I might try to develop them more at some point.
I’ll get back to work now.
So, my dream: It was very DnD-esque, particularly at first. A couple miniatures were placed on the map, and an enormous circle was drawn, at least ten squares in diameter. This seemed like a really bad thing to be fighting, but in theory the DM (I think it was Matt, which would make sense since we played in his campaign last night, but he wasn’t wearing his hat and he had a gleefully evil smirk on his face) was trustworthy. My character entered the room the monster was supposed to appear in, just scouting a bit at first, and the point of view switched to follow him around.
The character I followed was some kind of cross between a druid and a ranger. He wasn’t my ranger, Ezekiel, though he did dual wield a scimitar and a kukri. He was good at sneaking around and strategizing, and spent a great deal of his time as a wolf. When he entered the room, he didn’t see anything. The entire place was dark and cavernous, he couldn’t make out the ceiling. After a couple seconds of cautious sneaking around, however, the monster appeared. It was some kind of colossal interplanetary being. It didn’t speak, and what my character could glean was that it was if not good, at least lawful, and generally killed incredibly evil characters. Unfortunately, it thought my character was one of the criminals it needed to destroy and nearly killed him with a glancing blow. He ran out of there as fast as he possibly could and his party slammed a giant barred door behind him. It held the creature long enough for the druid/ranger to explain everything to his party and sum up the situation with WTF???!!!
At that point, two others in the party stepped back: the wizard, a fairly ambiguously moral person with a cruel sense of humor, but quite helpful to the party, and a halfling cleric, permanently mute and blank-faced but strong enough to be decked out in armor and a mace. The wizard explained that oh, by the way, they’re actually higher level than they mentioned, and incredibly evil. And at this point, since the others are in trouble merely for associating with them, “and that’s not fair, really, is it?”, the others should simply join them, help them, kill the stupid people who would condemn them simply for unwittingly choosing bad company, and move on. After all, they’ve been friends and adventuring companions, while the giant lawful thing in there just tried to kill them. They’re loyalty should be obvious.
One of the members of the party, some sort of fighter or ranger or something, shrugged and decided to go along with them, mostly for lack of anything better to do, but the guy my point of view was following just stared for a second, growled, and stalked off in wolf form, yelling that they were on their own. The wizard pouted a bit, but shrugged and began contemplating revenge.
It was unclear exactly what happened after this point, but the wizard’s mother was apparently an evil dragon that someone managed to baleful polymorph into a tiny lizard, and she even managed to fail the save to not think like her new form. Someone busted her out of wherever she was and after a fun battle and a daring waterfall escape, broke the spell on her.
The evil wizard continued plotting, but found that the wolf guy actually was fairly important to his plans, so he cornered him again and attempted to negotiate with him some more. When the surly ranger/druid refused, the wizard doffed a hat and trapped him in some form or other. The now-not-a-wolf grew angrier, but headed towards a town of elves he’d befriended, hoping to gain some shelter, rest, and possibly a dispel magic there. Unfortunately, the town’s security spells almost didn’t recognize him, due to the wizard’s spells, and he narrowly avoided being attacked and killed. As soon as he was safely in the village, of course, the wizard, cleric, and no-longer-neutral minions from the old party began attacking it. Chaos ensued, my surly wolf guy grew even more angry and panicked, and I woke up.
Not a particularly coherent dream, but I like the characters of the wizard and the shape shifter, so I might try to develop them more at some point.
I’ll get back to work now.