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The head cold I had a couple of weeks ago came back with a vengeance.
Fortunately, I remembered some "cold and flu" medicine I'd bought at Wal-Mart in anticipation of catching H1N1!
Unfortunately, that shit tastes horrible. I'd almost rather be unable to breathe.
Anyway, bought the photo paper, bought milk, and pestered my parents over the health stuff. Mom says that since she was technically unemployed this year I'm not eligible for reimbursement from the insurance company, but that she can pay me back for the glasses and I can probably cite them under school expenses (supplies) for some tax credits.
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D&D tonight was a continuation of the campaign we'd been playing at the lake house; a motley crew of glory hounds enter a shapeshifting dungeon below a tavern every week or so to hone their combat skills and find treasure. My character, a 2nd-level dwarven druid "doo-dad" named Brook with a badger companion named Brock (yes, she was amused by the near homophone), has thus far turned a profit of over 9000 gold pieces and progressed to level 3, despite being... not quite bright enough to take full advantage of all the weird shit a druid can do.
CMOAs of the night:
- Greg's (human fighter) character getting OHKO'd by an ogre. Crit happens.
- Brook getting sapped to 3 Strength by three consecutive spider swarms and a shadow.
- Brock putting the ogre into negative hit points so Brook, still at 3 Str, could coup de gras it. Then she popped off a lesser restoration.
- Ben's (gray elf wizard) character charging up to a dragon to smack it upside the head... with a spell that brought it to one hit point. It should be noted that Ben's hit points sucked, and he would have certainly been laid low by a single breath weapon, even from a baby dragon.
- Brock critting the aforementioned dragon to death, even though Ben's spell had rendered the extra damage unnecessary.
- For once, niether Anne's (dragonborn-warforged fighter) character nor Kyle's (aquatic halfling wizard/cleric of Boccob) character stole the show. It was kind of nice.
CMOF of the night:
- Trey's (kobold dread necromancer) character improvising a pimp hat from a dead goblin and a feather he got from gods-know-where. This is after I'd drawn a picture of Trey's character as an undead-loving pimp and shown it to everybody but Trey.
- "The tavern's name is 'The Troll and Trollop'. The art on the sign depicts a lady of the night making passes at a very distressed-looking troll."
Crowning Moment of "D'awww..." of the night:
- The DM's pet sugar glider. D'awwww!
Trey's also trying to use some fluff text cheese to pass off his kobold as a true dragon.
TL;DR version:
- Fluff text from Draconomicon says that true dragons are defined by having twelve life stages.
- Fluff text from Races of the Dragon says that kobolds have twelve life stages.
- Conclusion: Kobolds are true dragons.
Fortunately, I remembered some "cold and flu" medicine I'd bought at Wal-Mart in anticipation of catching H1N1!
Unfortunately, that shit tastes horrible. I'd almost rather be unable to breathe.
Anyway, bought the photo paper, bought milk, and pestered my parents over the health stuff. Mom says that since she was technically unemployed this year I'm not eligible for reimbursement from the insurance company, but that she can pay me back for the glasses and I can probably cite them under school expenses (supplies) for some tax credits.
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D&D tonight was a continuation of the campaign we'd been playing at the lake house; a motley crew of glory hounds enter a shapeshifting dungeon below a tavern every week or so to hone their combat skills and find treasure. My character, a 2nd-level dwarven druid "doo-dad" named Brook with a badger companion named Brock (yes, she was amused by the near homophone), has thus far turned a profit of over 9000 gold pieces and progressed to level 3, despite being... not quite bright enough to take full advantage of all the weird shit a druid can do.
CMOAs of the night:
- Greg's (human fighter) character getting OHKO'd by an ogre. Crit happens.
- Brook getting sapped to 3 Strength by three consecutive spider swarms and a shadow.
- Brock putting the ogre into negative hit points so Brook, still at 3 Str, could coup de gras it. Then she popped off a lesser restoration.
- Ben's (gray elf wizard) character charging up to a dragon to smack it upside the head... with a spell that brought it to one hit point. It should be noted that Ben's hit points sucked, and he would have certainly been laid low by a single breath weapon, even from a baby dragon.
- Brock critting the aforementioned dragon to death, even though Ben's spell had rendered the extra damage unnecessary.
- For once, niether Anne's (dragonborn-warforged fighter) character nor Kyle's (aquatic halfling wizard/cleric of Boccob) character stole the show. It was kind of nice.
CMOF of the night:
- Trey's (kobold dread necromancer) character improvising a pimp hat from a dead goblin and a feather he got from gods-know-where. This is after I'd drawn a picture of Trey's character as an undead-loving pimp and shown it to everybody but Trey.
- "The tavern's name is 'The Troll and Trollop'. The art on the sign depicts a lady of the night making passes at a very distressed-looking troll."
Crowning Moment of "D'awww..." of the night:
- The DM's pet sugar glider. D'awwww!
Trey's also trying to use some fluff text cheese to pass off his kobold as a true dragon.
TL;DR version:
- Fluff text from Draconomicon says that true dragons are defined by having twelve life stages.
- Fluff text from Races of the Dragon says that kobolds have twelve life stages.
- Conclusion: Kobolds are true dragons.