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Some D&D that I found moderately interesting, at any rate.
Written just after the last post was written.
I did not get any sleep last night. I did, however, catch a little sleep on the train, or at the very least I lost time and found my pastry had dried out. I think there were some dreams but I wasn't too concerned about recording them, being more concerned about getting more sleep. Have learnt how to stow luggage on packed trains (turn sideways, put between seats) and how to make yourself feel very ill (too much heat, not enough water, not enough sleep).
We were up playing stupid-level (20th, but not just ordinary 20th - monster CR20th) AD&D. Baby, my 12th level Large Ethreal Marauder Fighter, unfortunately got her head cut off, but did a bunch of roleplaying with a prismatic dragon pretending to be a human first, and failed only narrowly to fail to get zapped by Lord Ao, who was responsible for dumping all the characters on the island and instructing them to fight each other. It was something of a shame because I was getting quite attached to her, but at least it was the Balor that killed her, who she had no particular dealings with except large amounts of thwackage with her +5 Ghost Touch Mercurial Greatsword of Speed. (I also had a Vorpal one, but I'd've had to come out of the Ethreal Plane to use that, at which point I would have been instantly destroyed.)
Both Dom and I were insufficiantly munchkin-like to deal with the others (prismatic dragon, Solar, Balor, lump of giant ooze with over a hundred thousand hit points, split on hit with weapons, no damage from splitting hits, immune to ghost touch weapons costing 760,000gp which is the total we had to equip ourselves with). Dom kept complaining he should have been killed hours ago so he could get some sleep, but then when he was finally killed (he got turned into a goblin and splattered) he just sat there being pointedly miserable at everyone. I suggested that he should use his summoned angelthing (ghale?)'s Major Images (major image at will, heh heh heh) to sprinkle caltrops on the others, chanting 'Pointy Death', just for the sheer 'pointlessness' of it, although caltrops are hardly pointless. We also considered reversing gravity around the blob of ooze to see if we could kill it with insane quantities of fall damage when it hit the 'ceiling' of the enclosed island, but didn't have enough area to play with. He did, however, like Melody's favourite item, the cloak of resistance *and* D/Door, and was initially quite impressed with the Elemental Savant class, which would be terribly hard if everyone else had not been such terrible min-maxers.
It's not like I got much sleep the night before that; 6:30am to 10:30am. And before that I did technically sleep 2am to 8:50am, but most of that time was spent half-awake and listening to the conversations still happening, which were apparently not over until about 5am.
I did not get any sleep last night. I did, however, catch a little sleep on the train, or at the very least I lost time and found my pastry had dried out. I think there were some dreams but I wasn't too concerned about recording them, being more concerned about getting more sleep. Have learnt how to stow luggage on packed trains (turn sideways, put between seats) and how to make yourself feel very ill (too much heat, not enough water, not enough sleep).
We were up playing stupid-level (20th, but not just ordinary 20th - monster CR20th) AD&D. Baby, my 12th level Large Ethreal Marauder Fighter, unfortunately got her head cut off, but did a bunch of roleplaying with a prismatic dragon pretending to be a human first, and failed only narrowly to fail to get zapped by Lord Ao, who was responsible for dumping all the characters on the island and instructing them to fight each other. It was something of a shame because I was getting quite attached to her, but at least it was the Balor that killed her, who she had no particular dealings with except large amounts of thwackage with her +5 Ghost Touch Mercurial Greatsword of Speed. (I also had a Vorpal one, but I'd've had to come out of the Ethreal Plane to use that, at which point I would have been instantly destroyed.)
Both Dom and I were insufficiantly munchkin-like to deal with the others (prismatic dragon, Solar, Balor, lump of giant ooze with over a hundred thousand hit points, split on hit with weapons, no damage from splitting hits, immune to ghost touch weapons costing 760,000gp which is the total we had to equip ourselves with). Dom kept complaining he should have been killed hours ago so he could get some sleep, but then when he was finally killed (he got turned into a goblin and splattered) he just sat there being pointedly miserable at everyone. I suggested that he should use his summoned angelthing (ghale?)'s Major Images (major image at will, heh heh heh) to sprinkle caltrops on the others, chanting 'Pointy Death', just for the sheer 'pointlessness' of it, although caltrops are hardly pointless. We also considered reversing gravity around the blob of ooze to see if we could kill it with insane quantities of fall damage when it hit the 'ceiling' of the enclosed island, but didn't have enough area to play with. He did, however, like Melody's favourite item, the cloak of resistance *and* D/Door, and was initially quite impressed with the Elemental Savant class, which would be terribly hard if everyone else had not been such terrible min-maxers.
It's not like I got much sleep the night before that; 6:30am to 10:30am. And before that I did technically sleep 2am to 8:50am, but most of that time was spent half-awake and listening to the conversations still happening, which were apparently not over until about 5am.