#RRARRGGH

[anxiousanteaterr]

Finally getting back into d&d and i got the hugest bomb dropped on me. my dm just came out swinging as my character slowly discovered that their life was pm a lie and my sweet, sweet robot The Beekeeper may not have actually been bought on clearance by a hopeful and humble farmer, but instead was BUILT by him! And that the blueprints used to manufacture the war droids going on a crusade for the Spider Queen ARE BASED OFF OF THE EXACT UNIT MODEL FOR THE BEEKEEPER. 😭😭. WHICH WAS THE ONE EXACT FEAR HE HAD WHEN HE FIRST SAW THEM.

the dm even pulled our god cleric into another chat to show him the lore legend stuff, and then the cleric showed me after, and it turns out this little farmer guy who made The Beekeeper has been like, gutted and hooked up to a mainframe and is being used to create and power the evil ones 😭😭

so now we gotta go and stop him (the overarching goal is to basically give the army their own sentience so they hopefully wont work for the Spider Queen anymore + kill your first best friend ever haha 🙂) and im NOT!!! LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!!! The Beekeeper has only the sweetest and happiest memories of his owner/builder?? and neither he or I as the player are prepared to have to pull the plug!

The Beekeeper has also apparently been able to think and care and feel THIS WHOLE TIME? We all thought it was like, gained sentience. That's what I initally intended. Built over time. A weird quirk or a marvel of some kind. But apparently FROM THE VERY BEGINNING he was PLANNED to be able to do this. But so much of it was erased and/or locked for reasons he does not know and/or cannot remember.

I'm assuming it was to protect him, seeing as he's the only one of his unit that wasn't forced to be evil (unless THATS just bc its the newly built ones, not the old ones). I'm bracing myself for the gut-wrenching monologue both me and the Beekeeper are going to have to endure as he goes to end this poor man's life and free the robots.

This all just hit SUPER HARD in SO MANY WAYS because a huge part of the Beekeeper IS his sentience and freedom! He's very unique in this! The world this campaign takes place in has plenty of Warforged, the planet we started on is v futuristic, but the Beekeeper is not a Warforged. He is a ROBOT. Built for BEE KEEPING. Who gained (or I guess unlocked) sentience all on his own. And it started all the way back (20+ years ago) when he was first made. Part of his sentience gaining too, was getting files from the other Beekeeper units, whomst of which many of THEM gained sentience as well, and we're trying to help awaken the others. He didn't even really see the signs until after he was sentient enough to really look back on his old files and actually think on them.

THIS IS ALSO HUGE because The Beekeeper's class is "Barbarian". The way we made this work is he is just built with special kits to get juiced up and "rage". Programmed to know how to fight with Barbarian skillsets. Special mods and all that, and skills that "unlock" once the proper experience is gained (this is something he had from before meeting the party, too. His current memory for it is "a friend of the farmer modded me to be this way to help protect him from robbers", but uh... we'll see...)

His subclass though, is the "Path of the Ancestral Guardian", which I specifically picked bc of the previous Robo-Agri robots that also gained sentience. And also bc the Beekeeper's main goal in battle is to kill fast in order to protect his family (the rest of the party). He has on multiple occassions dove headfirst into battle while everyone else stays back, shielded others, and overall tries to be the main target. That part was not planned, but worked out well in the end. I also implimented the subclass in a more traditional Barbarian way.

Meaning that, for The Beekeeper (and he unlocked this when we were in the middle of an illithid dungeon), he flew into his semi-robotic, semi-sentient soul powered rage one fight when things were looking bleak, and the ghosts of previous Robo-Agri robots who had also gained sentience but paid the ultimate price for it, rose up to help out by protecting the other party members.

EVERY TIME The Beekeeper goes into a rage THE GHOSTS OF HIS FALLEN BRETHREN come to aid him! Being one of the few of robot-kind to awaken, they are willing to follow and aid a fellow sibling! And they help protect his family because thats what he wants the most! And The Beekeeper is aware of this and is very grateful for the help!

So OFC The Beekeeper going to want to help the robots who were built and/or converted to be evil! ESPECIALLY since the blueprints for them are ALMOST IDENTICAL to him, and The Beekeeper KNOWS that Aknor must have taken his creator and... did that to him... BECAUSE he saw how useful and versatile The Beekeeper is! The bitch had FRONT ROW TICKETS to see The Beekeeper NOT be an apiary tender, but be a fucking WAR MACHINE that did the job WELL.

And for The Beekeeper to just ignore that?? To just brush it off and go "eh not my problem" ??? That would be THE most ooc thing I could do.

I just RRARRRGH. This whole session has been a fucking CRISIS for The Beekeeper and for ME!!!

... i need to go lay down.

[shapeshivvter]

Woky Sluzh

i know this meme but i dont know how to respond............ RRARRGGH

[thedemonconstantine]

adventurepunks​:

It was a great shame that many of the Old Gods were starved. Persephone herself was losing her powers but recent media attention had turned youths to research ancient myths and her name started to be spoken again.

You ask me to quarrel with a God my Champion she would so gently scold the evocation. They rarely fought those outside their Pantheon but with so many of them devoured by obscurity and killed in the Great Hunt…

I have served you…I have been of service… the necromancer reminded that the oath he took to her patronage was not forgotten, never neglected, her favor wasn’t given it was earned.

It will come at great cost Nicholas

Have I ever refused to settle a debt my Lady?

So be it.

Darkness would give way to the image of a child in an office and this time Nick came prepared. In the mental space that seed he swallowed was regurgitated sprouting buds of spring that coiled around Personephone’s Acolyte to fortify him as Nick took the form of a large black bear with a hint of a leopard coating in the light and in all fours would run to lounge against the serpent with teeth and claws striking.

But the clock was ticking, such a boon was short timed and the battle would deprive Nick an loved memory as blood poured out of the bear’s muzzle pouring onto the darkness like a pool.

Samantha Nolan smiled at an eight year old and pinched his cheeks. He was the cutest sheep the church Nativity scene had ever seen she swore it. Click click click click the camera took so many pictures of the eight year old that grew flusher by the second.

Nick would never remember again being a cute sheep. Upsetting that while he had the memory he never cherished it and now it was gone for ever.

“Nnngh---!”

John continued to writhe on the floor as yet another presence made itself known in his mind, an unwilling battleground to the warring consciousness and to whom the spoils may go?

“Rrarrggh----!”

A magnificent bear bounded through his mind’s eye, claws striking to tear at feathers and scales, his guardian, his knight.

I know this bear from somewhere.

As the great bear caught the serpent in its paws, the colourful creature expanded in length and size, coiling around thick fur with its fangs reared to strike. The bear’s blood ran freely, dripping black over John’s memories, erasing too, a fragment of his time spent in the headmaster’s office, writing lines of repentance.

The struggle was great, one that turned his mind into a plane of chaos. Whispers of a song he almost wrote, a recurring dream set to repeat again but never will. A reflection of himself one fine morning when he was sober enough to see. Someone calling for him as he fell into the Pits of the Nine.

Who was that again?

Fragments of these put to glass beneath the feet of the great bear and scaled belly of the serpent. Their grappling shattered these to even smaller pieces. Some disappeared, others cut deep into the bodies of both beast and reptile. Feathers and fur flew like the blood that ran free.

The serpent screamed. It wasn’t finished. It can’t be! Not like this!

It lunged for the muzzle to suffocate!

[dawnvolta]

[quixqueen]

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