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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5716426" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #45 - October 24th, 2011 - Home Cookin'</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: yeesh! Between sick people, GM work, and Otherworld we missed almost a month! Reznak's player was both absent and incommunicado, so no idea what's going on there. It fit in okay with the direction of the session because he wasn't one of the people being honored anyway and it was a rollicking roleplay-heavy session that saw Grezz catch a lot of abuse. So, business as usual. Good stuff and a load of fun.</p><p></p><p>Dinner was me making pancakes, sausage, and bacon. My daughter ended her near perfect rolling streak by only giving me a 3 for my hits, but that was still probably better than I would have done. My newish d20 failed to break 7 for the evening and was put aside to be given to the cat.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Baron Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>I think I'm starting to understand political power. Those who don't have any but want some gravitate toward those who have it. Those who have more than they'll ever need seek even more. I don't get it. The whole thing makes me vaguely uncomfortable, to be honest. I can't do anything for myself without tripping over a servant determined to handle it for me. The scraping and kowtowing . . .ugh. it's not like I don't know the Lord-Mayor is pulling the strings behind the scene and that everyone I hired in reality works for him, but still, I'm not used to it and it's disquieting.</p><p></p><p>That being said, the months we spent in Turtleback Ferry saw great progress. The town is growing by leaps and bounds and despite Londis' constant grumbling and dire predictions, the Ulfens haven't been a problem yet. Things were going so smoothly I felt no qualms about heading down to Sandpoint for the dedication of our statue. To be honest, I was looking forward to just getting out with my friends on our own.</p><p></p><p>No such luck, of course. Retainers and grooms everywhere. A year ago they would have ignored my existence. Things change.</p><p></p><p>Sandpoint had done a good job rebuilding but after only a year seemed so very much smaller. We did a lot of visiting and meeting with people at affairs both formal and casual, in addition to seeing old friends. Brodderick Quint was back after working up at the Storval Dam for a while, and was hopeful they'd be able to get more powerful fiends ensconced in the battery jars. Some of the writings had allowed him to figure out that the crumbled light house in town was actually one of dozens that lined the coast and were some kinds of linked weapon used by the Runelord Baharan. I asked if they were still viable and he seemed extremely dubious.</p><p></p><p>The night ended up back in the Rusty Dragon with the town's movers and shakers, along with people we liked. I was just happy to shed my ridiculous baronial clothes and get into some comfortable stuff. Everyone , it seemed, wanted to cut some sort of deal with me (except maybe Shalue and Beldin) - even Titus Scarnetti, the old fraud. He didn't even flinch when I told him his name has been on Xanesha's list of sacrifices to be. Still, no matter who the petitioner was I at the very least listened politely and told them I'd take their suggestion under consideration. Some were good ideas, actually. Madame Vishnanti asked for increased patrolling on the overland route between our towns, and I managed to stop Londis from haranguing people long enough to understand that I wanted extra military put on the job. Additional trade could only be a boon. I was open to Amieko's suggestion of her goods being sold up by us, although she always manages to stay somewhat personally detached. Our friend Deverain was intrigued by the idea of having a relative open a brewery in the region. Along those lines the evening passed. At one point I heard laughter and turned to see a table consisting of Amieko, Alma the baker, Lyssa Valdemars the guard captain, Trixie, and Eurayle looking in my direction. I wandered over as Trixie was stifling guffaws and heard her whisper to herself, 'Oh wow this is going to be good, I can just tell."</p><p></p><p>"I feel I'm missing something."</p><p></p><p>Amieko looked at Eurayle and then at me. "She's your daughter?"</p><p></p><p>"Uhm, yeah. Didn't I mention that when I introduced you? I'm sorry -"</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, he's like totally my dad, and I used to watch him, and I've seen all of you in the ball, and it's like so cool to meet you all and stuff."</p><p></p><p>Lyssa blinked. "The Ball?"</p><p></p><p>"Oh yeah, the crystal ball, I used to watch with scrying. It's really awesome. Sometimes I can just send the girls out-" At this her snakes spread out in a nimbus, eliciting a gasp or two. Londis happened to be passed by and said, "Oh, I see you've all met the abomination."</p><p></p><p>Eurayle cracked up as her snakes slid back into hair formation. "Oh Londis, you're so funny!" I made a mental note to see if my daughter's skills could provide any insight on what happened to Londis and the Big Book O Evil, as he would offer nothing beyond, "It's taken care of."</p><p></p><p>"Okay," ventured Amieko, "but you're still rather young yourself, Grezz." thank Shelyn she'd agreed to drop the damn honorifics, at least in here. "I mean, you can't be more than 23 or so, and she's at least 16, so, uhm . . "</p><p></p><p>"Uhm," I started, but Eurayle cut in. "Time totally passes differently in Avalon."</p><p></p><p>"Avalon?"</p><p></p><p>"Okay, see, here's the deal," I said with a tight smile. "I had an, uhm, assignation with one of the, well, Fates, I guess. Eurayle, what would you call your mother?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, a gorgon, to be accurate, but more than that, I suppose. A demigoddess is pretty accurate."</p><p></p><p>"Right, okay. So there was me and a demigoddess and a deal and then there was Eurayle. I mean, it was like six months ago to me, but clearly it's a little different in Avalon."</p><p></p><p>Eurayle nodded. Trixie was silently laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. The others had expressions that could have been anything from fascination to amazement to confusion, or maybe just plain stunned. I felt absurdly relieved when Master Pho pulled me away to ask a question. </p><p></p><p>The party ended, like all do. As we headed upstairs Trixie poked me in the ribs. "You are such a clueless dope, Grezz. I had to convince then that yes, maybe you might like women. You probably could have had your pick."</p><p></p><p>"What?"</p><p></p><p>"By Calistria's Tempting Triangle, Grezz, Lyssa was staring at your ass with such intensity I expected your pants to start smoking. She would have totally been into playing some Siege with you, if you know what I mean."</p><p></p><p>I stumbled on a stair. "Siege?"</p><p></p><p>She sighed. "You bring the battering ram, she brings the castle gates and the hot oil . . . Holy Unquenchable Fire, give me strength."</p><p></p><p>"I . . . ohhhhhhh. I get it." I stopped outside of Trixie's door. "Lyssa's kinda hot, right? And captain of the guard, I could trust her. I should go find her, huh?"</p><p></p><p>Trixie grabbed my arm. "Settle down, big fella. Night's over. Be subtle and cool during the festivities tomorrow and maybe, MAYBE, try again tomorrow night. This time don't mention banging the snake lady, okay?"</p><p></p><p>I nodded as I wandered down the hall. That sounded like good advice.</p><p></p><p>GONG!!! GONG!!!! GONG!! GONG!!</p><p></p><p>My morning slumber was disturbed by the church bells going crazy, which usually indicated the town was under attack. Of course. Early reports said giants - giants, By Shelyn's Grace - were attacking. We tore off to the north gate, me splashing spell after spell on myself. Sure enough there were five stone giants hurling things over the wall. Invisible, flying, and protected, i zoomed over to take a look. The much improved guard was fighting back, and soon arrows from my friends took down a few of their number as I distracted them with an illusion of a small army racing across the field. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly a large Tree thing, bearing Telbaine's face, morphed through the gate. In heavy tones it said, "THE MASTER OF THE FIFTH SEAL STIRS. IT SEEKS THE HELLFIRE FLAME. YOU MUST STOP HIM." It then headed toward the remaining giants, who were clearly beginning to question their original plan. </p><p></p><p>As I headed back over the wall I saw Londis, Tofa, Shalue, Beldin and Eurayle racing toward the center of town and more giants, but a Rod-of-Wonder-shrunken Trixie astride Shotsie and myself raced for the remains of the tower - Quint might have underestimated what was still there and I wondered if we needed to go underground. When we arrived all seemed quiet, but I looked back in time to see a youngish red dragon come screaming out of the sky and unleash as massive plume of flame - right where my friends were heading. I started to head over but Trixie's voice, still carrying despite her teenyness, rang out with a 'No, stay here!'</p><p></p><p>She was right. We need to stay here and not get sucked in by the distractions. Still, it didn't mean that the dragon wasn't well within the range of my lightning balls . . . </p><p></p><p>more notes - the dragon blew a 10d6 fireball and did some serious damage - Londis is invisible and out of the way, but Eurayle is only standing due to a resist 5 spell and poor Beldin was insta-killed (which, to be honest, makes things a mite be easier for me when I start running Jade Regent soon. He died using a bodyguard skill to take the damage for Shalue. Grezz doesn't know any of this and aside from long-range lightning bombing is going to trust his friends to handle the dragona nd giants - now, do we stay up here or so look underground? Ahhhhhhhhhhh</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5716426, member: 48156"] [b]Session #45 - October 24th, 2011 - Home Cookin'[/b] notes: yeesh! Between sick people, GM work, and Otherworld we missed almost a month! Reznak's player was both absent and incommunicado, so no idea what's going on there. It fit in okay with the direction of the session because he wasn't one of the people being honored anyway and it was a rollicking roleplay-heavy session that saw Grezz catch a lot of abuse. So, business as usual. Good stuff and a load of fun. Dinner was me making pancakes, sausage, and bacon. My daughter ended her near perfect rolling streak by only giving me a 3 for my hits, but that was still probably better than I would have done. My newish d20 failed to break 7 for the evening and was put aside to be given to the cat. From the journal of Baron Grezzalik M'rethen: I think I'm starting to understand political power. Those who don't have any but want some gravitate toward those who have it. Those who have more than they'll ever need seek even more. I don't get it. The whole thing makes me vaguely uncomfortable, to be honest. I can't do anything for myself without tripping over a servant determined to handle it for me. The scraping and kowtowing . . .ugh. it's not like I don't know the Lord-Mayor is pulling the strings behind the scene and that everyone I hired in reality works for him, but still, I'm not used to it and it's disquieting. That being said, the months we spent in Turtleback Ferry saw great progress. The town is growing by leaps and bounds and despite Londis' constant grumbling and dire predictions, the Ulfens haven't been a problem yet. Things were going so smoothly I felt no qualms about heading down to Sandpoint for the dedication of our statue. To be honest, I was looking forward to just getting out with my friends on our own. No such luck, of course. Retainers and grooms everywhere. A year ago they would have ignored my existence. Things change. Sandpoint had done a good job rebuilding but after only a year seemed so very much smaller. We did a lot of visiting and meeting with people at affairs both formal and casual, in addition to seeing old friends. Brodderick Quint was back after working up at the Storval Dam for a while, and was hopeful they'd be able to get more powerful fiends ensconced in the battery jars. Some of the writings had allowed him to figure out that the crumbled light house in town was actually one of dozens that lined the coast and were some kinds of linked weapon used by the Runelord Baharan. I asked if they were still viable and he seemed extremely dubious. The night ended up back in the Rusty Dragon with the town's movers and shakers, along with people we liked. I was just happy to shed my ridiculous baronial clothes and get into some comfortable stuff. Everyone , it seemed, wanted to cut some sort of deal with me (except maybe Shalue and Beldin) - even Titus Scarnetti, the old fraud. He didn't even flinch when I told him his name has been on Xanesha's list of sacrifices to be. Still, no matter who the petitioner was I at the very least listened politely and told them I'd take their suggestion under consideration. Some were good ideas, actually. Madame Vishnanti asked for increased patrolling on the overland route between our towns, and I managed to stop Londis from haranguing people long enough to understand that I wanted extra military put on the job. Additional trade could only be a boon. I was open to Amieko's suggestion of her goods being sold up by us, although she always manages to stay somewhat personally detached. Our friend Deverain was intrigued by the idea of having a relative open a brewery in the region. Along those lines the evening passed. At one point I heard laughter and turned to see a table consisting of Amieko, Alma the baker, Lyssa Valdemars the guard captain, Trixie, and Eurayle looking in my direction. I wandered over as Trixie was stifling guffaws and heard her whisper to herself, 'Oh wow this is going to be good, I can just tell." "I feel I'm missing something." Amieko looked at Eurayle and then at me. "She's your daughter?" "Uhm, yeah. Didn't I mention that when I introduced you? I'm sorry -" "Yeah, he's like totally my dad, and I used to watch him, and I've seen all of you in the ball, and it's like so cool to meet you all and stuff." Lyssa blinked. "The Ball?" "Oh yeah, the crystal ball, I used to watch with scrying. It's really awesome. Sometimes I can just send the girls out-" At this her snakes spread out in a nimbus, eliciting a gasp or two. Londis happened to be passed by and said, "Oh, I see you've all met the abomination." Eurayle cracked up as her snakes slid back into hair formation. "Oh Londis, you're so funny!" I made a mental note to see if my daughter's skills could provide any insight on what happened to Londis and the Big Book O Evil, as he would offer nothing beyond, "It's taken care of." "Okay," ventured Amieko, "but you're still rather young yourself, Grezz." thank Shelyn she'd agreed to drop the damn honorifics, at least in here. "I mean, you can't be more than 23 or so, and she's at least 16, so, uhm . . " "Uhm," I started, but Eurayle cut in. "Time totally passes differently in Avalon." "Avalon?" "Okay, see, here's the deal," I said with a tight smile. "I had an, uhm, assignation with one of the, well, Fates, I guess. Eurayle, what would you call your mother?" "Well, a gorgon, to be accurate, but more than that, I suppose. A demigoddess is pretty accurate." "Right, okay. So there was me and a demigoddess and a deal and then there was Eurayle. I mean, it was like six months ago to me, but clearly it's a little different in Avalon." Eurayle nodded. Trixie was silently laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. The others had expressions that could have been anything from fascination to amazement to confusion, or maybe just plain stunned. I felt absurdly relieved when Master Pho pulled me away to ask a question. The party ended, like all do. As we headed upstairs Trixie poked me in the ribs. "You are such a clueless dope, Grezz. I had to convince then that yes, maybe you might like women. You probably could have had your pick." "What?" "By Calistria's Tempting Triangle, Grezz, Lyssa was staring at your ass with such intensity I expected your pants to start smoking. She would have totally been into playing some Siege with you, if you know what I mean." I stumbled on a stair. "Siege?" She sighed. "You bring the battering ram, she brings the castle gates and the hot oil . . . Holy Unquenchable Fire, give me strength." "I . . . ohhhhhhh. I get it." I stopped outside of Trixie's door. "Lyssa's kinda hot, right? And captain of the guard, I could trust her. I should go find her, huh?" Trixie grabbed my arm. "Settle down, big fella. Night's over. Be subtle and cool during the festivities tomorrow and maybe, MAYBE, try again tomorrow night. This time don't mention banging the snake lady, okay?" I nodded as I wandered down the hall. That sounded like good advice. GONG!!! GONG!!!! GONG!! GONG!! My morning slumber was disturbed by the church bells going crazy, which usually indicated the town was under attack. Of course. Early reports said giants - giants, By Shelyn's Grace - were attacking. We tore off to the north gate, me splashing spell after spell on myself. Sure enough there were five stone giants hurling things over the wall. Invisible, flying, and protected, i zoomed over to take a look. The much improved guard was fighting back, and soon arrows from my friends took down a few of their number as I distracted them with an illusion of a small army racing across the field. Suddenly a large Tree thing, bearing Telbaine's face, morphed through the gate. In heavy tones it said, "THE MASTER OF THE FIFTH SEAL STIRS. IT SEEKS THE HELLFIRE FLAME. YOU MUST STOP HIM." It then headed toward the remaining giants, who were clearly beginning to question their original plan. As I headed back over the wall I saw Londis, Tofa, Shalue, Beldin and Eurayle racing toward the center of town and more giants, but a Rod-of-Wonder-shrunken Trixie astride Shotsie and myself raced for the remains of the tower - Quint might have underestimated what was still there and I wondered if we needed to go underground. When we arrived all seemed quiet, but I looked back in time to see a youngish red dragon come screaming out of the sky and unleash as massive plume of flame - right where my friends were heading. I started to head over but Trixie's voice, still carrying despite her teenyness, rang out with a 'No, stay here!' She was right. We need to stay here and not get sucked in by the distractions. Still, it didn't mean that the dragon wasn't well within the range of my lightning balls . . . more notes - the dragon blew a 10d6 fireball and did some serious damage - Londis is invisible and out of the way, but Eurayle is only standing due to a resist 5 spell and poor Beldin was insta-killed (which, to be honest, makes things a mite be easier for me when I start running Jade Regent soon. He died using a bodyguard skill to take the damage for Shalue. Grezz doesn't know any of this and aside from long-range lightning bombing is going to trust his friends to handle the dragona nd giants - now, do we stay up here or so look underground? Ahhhhhhhhhhh [/QUOTE]
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