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Jun. 29th, 2003 01:59 amOkay. My game. I didn't do much. The only fight I was in, I managed to get a spell off right after the monster was killed, because I was deafened, and I had a 20% chance to lose spells when casting with verbal components.
But, we had comments flying all over the place, so I'll put up a few quotes.
Me and Eric went to the Elven city to talk to the higher-ups, which Rod's character (An elf sent to watch us, but became converted to our cause.) knew, and gained us access. Eric and I are both halflings.
Rod: You'll be taken to the Foreign Quarter
Me: Foreign Quarter?
Rod: That's our word for "Prison."
In the Foreigh Quarter, which is the marketplace.
Eric: Oh, they have a mall!
Me: Of course they do. They're Valley Elves. Like, ohmigawd!
A monster we encountered: a 18 foot tall ape-like monster who could polymorph itself into a rabbit at will. This was after, in a previous adventure, where a god told his cleric in our party that we would follow the rabbit to show us the way.
Brian: Um, didn't we eat the last messenger the gods sent to guide us?
Rod's elf played his flute while on watch, attracting rabbits (which turned out to be one of those things and almost killed us). He played badly (bad perform check.
Rod: See, I play badly, and this happens.
Me: Yeah. Songs in the Key of "AAUUGGHHH!"
After that fight, we get up, and Brian and Rod go off On their Own to find another of these things that almost squashed the entire group, and fight it by themselves.
Me: *sigh* Another day, another near-death experience.
Now, Bob's cleric is hitting on Christine's fighter. (The players are married. Bob's character is a little crass).
Christine: Ye can't milk a bull, laddie.
Bob: No, but you can ride it for hours at a time.
Now, we...acquired something akin to a golem. It's wierd, it's a suit of black armor that moves on its own, and follows Christine around now. Eric, in trying to figure out if he's right, casts a spell.
Eric: Okay, I cast Locate creature - COnstruct. What's the nearest construct.
Christine: Nae, I assure you these are real.
Now, CHristine was also playing Kit's character since Kit couldn't be there. Kit's PC is a Dwarf Monk who speaks like a fortune cookie. Like Sphinx out of Mystery Men, all sayings like that. She keeps a notebook with a listing of sayings, and I remembered two.
"I am cursed by the gods...or perhaps just premenstrual.'
"One cannot achieve the impossible without first attempting the absurd."
And, I'm done. Talking, then bed.
But, we had comments flying all over the place, so I'll put up a few quotes.
Me and Eric went to the Elven city to talk to the higher-ups, which Rod's character (An elf sent to watch us, but became converted to our cause.) knew, and gained us access. Eric and I are both halflings.
Rod: You'll be taken to the Foreign Quarter
Me: Foreign Quarter?
Rod: That's our word for "Prison."
In the Foreigh Quarter, which is the marketplace.
Eric: Oh, they have a mall!
Me: Of course they do. They're Valley Elves. Like, ohmigawd!
A monster we encountered: a 18 foot tall ape-like monster who could polymorph itself into a rabbit at will. This was after, in a previous adventure, where a god told his cleric in our party that we would follow the rabbit to show us the way.
Brian: Um, didn't we eat the last messenger the gods sent to guide us?
Rod's elf played his flute while on watch, attracting rabbits (which turned out to be one of those things and almost killed us). He played badly (bad perform check.
Rod: See, I play badly, and this happens.
Me: Yeah. Songs in the Key of "AAUUGGHHH!"
After that fight, we get up, and Brian and Rod go off On their Own to find another of these things that almost squashed the entire group, and fight it by themselves.
Me: *sigh* Another day, another near-death experience.
Now, Bob's cleric is hitting on Christine's fighter. (The players are married. Bob's character is a little crass).
Christine: Ye can't milk a bull, laddie.
Bob: No, but you can ride it for hours at a time.
Now, we...acquired something akin to a golem. It's wierd, it's a suit of black armor that moves on its own, and follows Christine around now. Eric, in trying to figure out if he's right, casts a spell.
Eric: Okay, I cast Locate creature - COnstruct. What's the nearest construct.
Christine: Nae, I assure you these are real.
Now, CHristine was also playing Kit's character since Kit couldn't be there. Kit's PC is a Dwarf Monk who speaks like a fortune cookie. Like Sphinx out of Mystery Men, all sayings like that. She keeps a notebook with a listing of sayings, and I remembered two.
"I am cursed by the gods...or perhaps just premenstrual.'
"One cannot achieve the impossible without first attempting the absurd."
And, I'm done. Talking, then bed.
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