#aora campaign

[erzvolnes]

Today’s DnD! A lot happened.

We wake up in the barn. Our rogue is STILL a statue. My notes read “Epithet is still made of stone /: Grow up.” 

We get breakfast. Everard the artificer hides a boiled egg in Epithet’s hood for them to find later.

We set off! A very big, very jolly man named Fortunat gives us a ride in his cart. Everard sits up front. I’m in the back with our statue’d rogue. I make one-sided conversation with them to block out the sound of Everard flirting with our driver. 

Epithet comes back to life! They seem pleased and surprised that we took care of them while they were petrified. They also find the surprise boiled egg hidden in their clothes. 

We camp, and our DM blesses us with a lovely description of an aurora filling the sky overhead. We discuss explosions, both magical and non-magical.

The next day comes, and I notice that the cart we’re riding in has some ‘weird sand’ in it. It’s gunpowder. I immediately, for some reason, assume our driver is going to fucking murder us. 

I warn the other party members in private and I’m glad we seem to be getting along quite well! Things fall apart very quickly when I tell our artificer that I don’t think he’s funny. He throws this back at me multiple times during the rest of the session. 

A horse charges at us from the fog, and upon investigation we discover a corpse and three ghouls! Cue 30 minutes of grossed-out sounds from the party at our DM’s descriptions. We win!

We have an honest talk with Fortunat about the gunpowder. Turns out dude is just smuggling and not planning to kill us (though he promises to treat our bodies with respect if he DOES for some reason choose to murder us.)

We discuss a new fighting technique we call “the reach-around.” We also decide that if danger comes while we’re sleeping, whoever is on watch will shout “reach-around” as loud as they can, to alert everyone. This somehow makes sense. 

We go to sleep. Feeling bad about their little falling-out, Wilhelm wakes up Everard for his watch by shaking him, saying “You’re pretty funny, huh, fucker?” and storming off to bed. 

This was a super fun session & I think we’re really starting to settle into the game! My face hurt from laughing by the end of it fejhsb

[erzvolnes]

Today’s DnD!

Our party is in a crater in the snow after a bag-of-holding-inside-a-pocket-dimension incident. I try to stand up but am weighed down by the souvenir Warhammer I got last session. I just lay in the snow for a little while. 

We trek to a village and discover we have been teleported a literal ocean away from our home. We all try to pretend this was on purpose.

We’re offered transport to a nearby city in exchange for killing (or capturing) a pair of cockatrices. The cockatrices are inside a chicken coop. Our rogue climbs onto the roof to attempt an ambush, steps through the thatch, is immediately bitten and turned to stone. 

Combat begins! I roll a natural one. My initiative modifier is -1. 

The two remaining non-petrified party members try to both squeeze into the coop to fight the cockatrices. I spend a number of my turns just reaching around my companion to grab at the cockatrices however I can. This is hysterical, of course. 

We eventually capture them both (one in a burlap sack, the other in a woven basket. I’m sure these will be strong enough to contain them and we will definitely not regret not restraining them more carefully.)

We decide to spend the night in a stable. We carefully dress our petrified companion in a cloak and novelty felted pie hat. (so that they aren’t cold if they become un-petrified in the night and also because it’s funny.)

My DM makes a point to remind me that I’ve left a husband and pet dog behind and they have no idea where I am or if I’m alive. Thanks Katie (:

[erzvolnes]

first session of dnd! our party is currently a half-elf weighed down by a warhammer he can barely carry and cannot use, a very tall elf covered in jam wearing a novelty felted pie hat, and somebody who accidentally (?) tore a hole in reality and sent us into a soundless grey void and just shrugged about it.