(Sorta Sorted) Hoardscape of the Day
Whumptober Day 19: Just a Scratch/Bleeding
My character Cam (the one being carried) hit 0 HP for the first time a couple sessions ago! Twice. He got smacked down by a troll….twice. Scary, but also really funny to me?? Kane, our Barbarian/Bard ( @nexis-heartstone )could thankfully heal and get him to the cart (he was real sweet ;;v;;) and Pepper ( @cottontonic ) was also protective and like. Made sure the thing was dead. Misha and Clive were also taking care of stuff but I am very tired and only managed to cover these two skjdflksjdgd sorry orz
idk why i was so tired or that i even needed the sleep but i just slept from 5pm-9:30pm with like one break in the middle
DM: The high priest of Ioun is going to help you pray and basically put in a good word for you, Una.
Adam (playing Billie): I feel bad for not going with them. Let's send good feelings to Una from the hot tub.
Tati (playing Seraph): Yeah, sure.
M (playing Kjell): No.
Marijn (playing Godric): No.
Adam: Sheesh, guys...
DM: In that case, can I please have Religion checks from Una, Thaddeus, Billie and Seraph?
DM: Ooh, that first round was not great.
Andy (playing Una): Guess I'm gonna die after all.
what role does your character tend to take on in their group?
No need to be tied to your fate.
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Where we Last Let Off, Manon was revealed to be Nino’s potion thief in the name of her mother. A lot happened in this one so sit tight,
The group split to tell Nino and stay with Nadja. Lark (@symphonic-scream) wakes up, after missing the entire cult ordeal to see the gang burst in with Manon.
Nino was very understanding and said if he knew what was going on, he’d have given free health potions for her if she needed them.
Manon however spills some grim news, explaining that whoever these pig dudes are, they’re probably leaving that night.
Michiah (@none-of-your-biscuits) takes the money (150 gp) and Violet (@mantabanter) becomes more and more increasingly uncomfortable with the fact she knows what Town these cult dudes are from while playing with Hermes, and Mou (@queerymiracle) is vibing.
Rose adds on that her Brother and Niece live in that town too! And she’s worried if something happened if these people are around. She asks, not able to promise any reward, that it’d mean a lot to her if they checked if they were okay.
Meanwhile Joshua (@sunflowerdotblog THEY FINALLY HAVE A TUMBLR TO TAG HURRAY) and Theseus (@dawritingdragon) have been playing in universe UNO this ENTIRE TIME.
They decide to spend some more time in Black Stone, Michiah makes an offering to Demeter, Lark screams pog into his ear via the earrings, and Violet and Joshua get an actual nice room to sleep in.
That night, in a random alleyway, with Violet in her fancy little silk victorian nightgown and Joshua in his onesie pajamas with the buttflap
(drawn by Manta)
And they decide that the Cultists of Porcina can wait, THEY’RE OFF TO MICHIAH TOWN
Or- Melidae is what it’s truly called. The party calls it Melidae though.
Luckily Mylene returns! And confessing she saw that time Lark almost got arrested for trying to steal him and the cart back, she graciously gives them Henry the Highland back! YAY!
On to Melidae!
It takes a days worth of travel and they make their way to this split/path between the mountains as they edge their way into the empire’s territory. Loud screams erupt on the side and they see an old man getting attacked on his cabbage cart by a small pack of wolves.
Michiah takes immediate action and manages to roll animal handling with an advantage I gave him for reasons very well. The wolves stop fighting and come to him. However, the old man has already sounded this wolf alarm and as some warriors come in to shoo the wolves away, Michiah recognizes the old man as a guy who would sell his family crops named Basil-
and Basil recognizes him too.
“Michiah!” He says “We thought you were, by gods we thought you were dead! This is wonderful! God your brother told us everything, about the fire, and, my gods where have you been? He told us you all were dead! Especially you! He’ll be relieved when he sees you’re back!”
and a chill goes up Michiah’s spine
Michiah has finally realized he’s... home.
He runs through the pass and stares out at the golden wheat fields of Melidae, the familiar houses and sounds of livestock-
And see’s the black mark of where his farm- his home- once laid- now in blackened ashen ruins, the only remnants of a night only he remembers.
Michiah stumbles through town, many villagers elated to see him alive, they keep talking and talking about his brother and also a “you know who who’ll love to see you back.”
It’s too much, even Lark offers to hide Michiah in his jacket.
They reach the barn. Michiah is overwhelmed by memories, the burn scars on his arms still reminding him of the night.
Then an army of fluffy sheep burst across the field, Michiah is reunited with all his sheep he took care of! He’s delighted!
Joshua: “I hate this place”
But then, Michiah hears a familiar voice, chasing after the sheep.
And he recognizes his s/o immediately.
Patroclus recognizes them immediately and is introduced to the group nervously but welcoming.
They thank the group for bringing their Michiah home and asks about Milos and Michiah goes quiet.
Lark: "oh they're gay gay I see"
Meanwhile Violet wanders off into the burnt apart barn.
She feels across the surface and finds clawlike indents, except their giant. There’s a cracked over lantern and Theseus, who follows after her, sees the extent of wreckage there is.
Soon, the whole group joins, then leaves besides Pat and Michiah who talk.
And Michiah reveals some devastating news.
Pat: Milos said you were dead
Michiah: "Milos lied"
Michiah: "He killed them, pat, he killed them"
The group has varying reactions and Pat is horrified.
There is no time to speak
And Basil is cheering for Michiah’s name, telling him to come out to see Him.
And walking up the hill, with a toothy smile across his lips, and thin eyes narrowed slightly-
“Welcome home, little brother”
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What a time to be alive
DND but it’s all Black, Brown, and Indigenous people
I don't think I've dropped this Fivi here.
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“Don’t tell me it’s Nermal 😩😾” “it’s Nermal 😌”
truly not over the combat session my silmarillion-inspired dnd game had the other week. first, one of my teammates rolled a nat 1, which the gm interpreted as them accidentally stabbing me instead of the monster they were trying to protect me (the party healer) from. which, okay, sure, unfortunate accident but i can deal with that, makes sense for a critical combat failure. but then i rolled THREE nat 1s in a row and dealt damage to this very same character who was protecting me MULTIPLE times. the third time i was like “guys i think my dice are cursed maybe i should sit this one out” and everyone was like “no no go on what are the odds of another nat 1″ so we all just SCREAMED when it happened. and then! and then! as if that is not enough, a THIRD party member rolled a nat 1 and would have shot me in the face with an arrow if the gm had not taken pity on her and let her roll a saving throw that she narrowly succeeded on. the only explanation that i can come up with is that my dice were listening when my gm explained that my character is cursed due to being a follower of the sons of feanor and decided to take that into account