12 August 2014

Rest in Peace, Robin.

This is a sad day for me. Probably because I, too, struggle with depression lately. I don't have the words.

I guess that's not quite true. I do consider myself literate and I am a  Magister de Artibus. But in times of great emotion, I lose them. I have only cried over "celebrities" or people that I do not know personally three times.

The first was Pope John Paul II. It was like I had lost my grandfather all over again. The second was when Gary Gygax died. Now admittedly, I had corresponded with Gary for about 12 years before he died, but I never met him in the flesh. And now, Robin.

I really don't have the words. He always seemed so full of energy but there was always a sadness behind those eyes. The Fisher King will remain my favorite movie of his. Well, I guess I'll let Whitman speak for me, although everyone else is today as well. It is appropriate and it is how I feel.

Rest in peace, Robin.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

18 July 2014

D&D 5E: Ghosts of Dragonspear Castle: Session Two (16 July 2014)

~From the private journal of Belgareth of Waterdeep~

(translated from the Infernal)

Mounted on horses from the town, we set out for Cromm's Hold. Shortly after leaving Daggerford, we came across a hooded, dusky-skinned being of some undetermined type who spoke in commanding stentorian tones. Probably a cleric of some sort as he said that it was fated for him to travel with us or somesuch other nonsense. We continued onward and, after a couple of hours in the drizzling mist, we arrived that the keep.

Apparently there had been more than a dragon involved. There were dead lizardmen piled around the ramparts and some even within the keep. A stern-faced woman that we would learn to be Baroness Wynn, was barking orders at the soldiers and restoring some little order to the aftermath of the attack. One of her underofficers had been poisoned and the place was stirring like an anthill after a child pokes a stick in it. The dragon called off its attack in exchange for a ransom--Lord Floshin's family altar?!! Odd, this; why is the connection between the elf and the dragon? After the dragon left, the lizardmen attacked from the marsh.

We spent the afternoon searching for clues--with the exception of the knight Corrwynn who inexplicably volunteered for burial detail. Apparently the lizardmen are infected with some mind-rotting plague that makes them even more bestial and violent than is their common want. I can make nothing of the symbols on the altar as described by the baroness, although I must say that clouds and lightning seem like odd iconography for an Elvish altar. We spent the night at the keep and set out for the appropriately named Lizard Marsh.

Incidentally, we also picked up a trio of militia for our foray. There's an elf ranger, a halfling archer, and a battle-scarred female veteran. the woman is our guide and supposed knows the marsh like the back of her hand. I just hope she knows how to treat leeches. As we meandered through the marsh, we were attacked by a pair of maddened lizardmen who we quickly dispatched with little effort. I think the dragon-elf was attempting to parley with them as she was shouting in Common about being their god. I actually put one to sleep and he slipped into the water and drowned. Apparently, lizardmen cannot breathe underwater while asleep; who knew?

As we meandered through the bayou we came across an upside down ship! Apparently a typhoon or hurricane sent it inland and capsized it where it has remained to this day. I would have loved to have stayed and explored it for a bit, but the rest of the party , especially our insolent guide, were in a hurry to get...somewhere in this gods-forsaken wilderness. Oh, and did I mention that there were frogs, giant frogs? I shall have to reevaluate the prowess of the knight as he was almost eaten by one!

As night feel we finally arrived at our apparent destination. However there was a fire ahead. To make a long story short, suspected treachery on the part of the guide, we sent the Hobbit ahead to scout and he returned with a report of orcs, half-orcs, and a stolen dragon egg! We had meanwhile discovered that tour guide was actually the Elflord Floshin in a magical disguise! He wanted to parley with the beasts to gain the egg as a bargaining chip. Of course, negotiations did not go smoothly....

{At this point, gentle reader, your eyelids droop and you fall into a light sleep.}

[End of the night's session}

13 July 2014

GotPB Session 2: Back to the Moathouse

Well, the gang got together again for a foray into the Moathouse's lower levels.


Beth: Brandy, Fighter 1, N
Katherine: Camelia, Assassin 1, N
Rene': Br. Bob, Monk (of Rao) 1, L
Will: Jason, Magic-User 1, N
Joey: Thelian, Hobniz Thief 1, N
NPCs: Elmo, Zert, Spugnoir, Sidron

Godsday, Planting 4

On Greyhawk, Godsday is a day of rest and spiritual worship. The weather also turned for the worse with a total rainfall for the day measured at about 1.5". The monk spent the day meditating, and  Brandy went to services at the Church of St. Cuthbert. After lunch, a guardsman came and delivered an invitation to the Castle to have dinner with Sir Rufus and his mage Burne.

Rufus questioned the party about their attacks against the bandits and offered to end two of his men with them in the morning.

Waterday, Planting 5

As dawn broke, the rain continued and the party waited until the rain broke to set out. Arriving at the Moathouse, they went down the stairs to the lower levels. The astute Hobniz noticed the green slime at the bottom and measures were taken. The party then ventured into the dungeon area and managed to take care of the zombies although it got hairy at several points. They then searched the torture chamber and failed to find anything of note. In the attack against the ogre, one of Rufus's men was taken out; the secret panel was found as was the secret stairway leading back up. The gnomes were rescued and the armory found. It was decided to return to Hommlet and try to find a farmer with a wagon to hire to bring all the rest back as a donation to the town's militia. A farmer was found who hired out his wagon and two older sons (militia members) to haul the weapons and armor back.

A blurry photo of a dead ogre, after the party had moved on.

Earthday, Panting 6

The party set out with a light rain that broke after an hour or so. All of the booty was secured and, as the party set out for Hommlet, a group of six gnolls, led by Turuko and Kobort attacked from ambush! Rufus's other guard dropped (unconscious at 0 hp), and Brandy was fighting hard, taking hits. The Mage Jason fell, unconscious but not dead and Spugnoir was able to cast sleep and drop 3 of the gnolls. During the thick of the fighting, Zert tuned on the party, back-stabbing Sidron the Elf cleric!Eventually, all are felled save Kobort who surrendered.

The party bound their wounds and returned to Hommlet. Kobort was turned over to Rufus as was the gains from the armory. Rufus said that he understood that it was a donation, but he was once an adventurer as well and gave teh party a black pearl for the haul as well as permission to whatever Zert, Turuko, and Kobort might have left behind in their rooms at the Inn (that would be Zert's lockbox of monies).

And that was all for today.