#he's watching the city get wrecked and turns away like “they're not my problem rn” and whistles away

[quesocheeso]

I like to think that even though the relationship isn't as close, MK has still accidentally called Pigsy 'Dadsy' once before (like calling a teacher mom)

And Tang, Mei, etc, teased them to the point of it becoming a small inside joke, much to MK and Pigsy's embarrassment/annoyance. (And wukongs jealousy if he finds out)

Hmmm I think MK would be more likely to call Pigsy "Dad" but in the sarcastic teenager way of an adult nagging teen about something and they go "Okay, Dad"

MK's a little too old to slip up with something as specific as "Dadsy" unless it's a joke and sees Pigsy as more of a friend than anything else

But this does start a teasing war with everyone referring to Pigsy as Dad whenever he starts nagging them about not eating enough or getting into too much trouble,,, mans just wants them to stop getting into life or death situations every week😭😭

(If your scenario happened, Wukong would have Pigsy sleeping with one eye open if he hadn't met the guy before, but since it's a joke it's all fineeee😁)

[crystalsamethyst]

And another!

So we've travelled a bit and are doing another long rest. Wizard takes first watch and rolls hella low on perception check, and we're all like, flashbacks to the last one that ended with a zombie ambush....

Somehow, nothing happened, and that's an absolute miracle! And our bardlock took an uneventful watch...

And before the druid wakes up... She has a dream of her before before noble days.... Her actual repressed memory childhood before the massacre. Basically having an 'everything the light touches is your kingdom' moment with her dad about her old druid grove. How lovely. She hasn't had a nice dream in years.

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Alright our bardlock attuned to the flame tongue sword and the DM started jumping for joy. That scares me a little.

Oh fuck, putting that away, we're suddenly in a fight with goliaths? This was a bad day for our bardlock to practice wearing armor she's not proficient with. She can't cast spells and strength and dex saves are at disadvantage.

She brings out the sword and lights the flames and the DM starts clapping... Scary...

The flames are white instead of red. Interesting since on her watch, the fire she was watching turned white briefly. And blue for me... If I use my flames again, will they turn blue?

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The goliaths are running up to us, one just ran past the wizard to the bardlock because 'he doesn't wanna fight someone in some cheap robes, he wants to fight a warrior'. Woooow.

Bardlock took 40 fucking points of damage in that one goliath's turn oh my godddd. I'm so scared. There are 4 of these guys.

Wow. Wow. Bardlock hit with the sword... 2d6 and 1d8... rolled 1's on all of them. Got another d6 for some DM story whatever, and rolled another 1 damage. Ohhhh man.

Hershel is getting wrecked. The dice are not nice against him. But I teleported us out and let out an intense burning hands, which was not blue but the spirit left behind for my new circle feature is which is interesting.

And our bardlock swings again and does a heckin lot better! Congrats!

The wizard is utilizing a bunch of cool stuff including her new robe of stars, dealing a shit ton of damage!

Bardlock's patron is encouraging the hell out of her to finish off the last goliath. Not saying Harper is becoming a murder hobo but man can she finish off fights now.

Goliaths are taken care of! Definitely scouts. IIII don't know what we're gonna do about the giants because I kinda feel like they're a bigger threat with how many and how strong they are.

Oh??? Fuck?? The leader of them has an insignia of 5 snakes. My druid keeps being told to roll nature. Her intelligence is so bad rn. Nature is int.

We made it back to the elven city and are gonna rub it in the council's faces that we beat one of the problems in like 20 minutes when we actually fucking went to handle it instead of sitting on our asses for a hundred years.

Well, we'll rub it in next week :)

Tonight! On dnd!

There are so many zombies around. So many. And they're being herded towards us by the wights.

I love the difference in our perception checks.... The lowest I can roll is a 10 for my druid (though with a nat 1 so...)

There's a lot of old wreckage around while we're sprinting towards the mountain with some weird cave entrance. Our wizard cast detect magic while we ran so it was a bit of a jog more than anything but we still outran the zombies.

So we've decided to try to build a wall in the cave entrance behind us so we can deal with what's inside without the zombies swarming us, and it won't be completely sealed but Hershel has volunteered to stand at the entrance and take them on one by one.

Wizard: Are you sure?

Hershel: Honey, I was built for this!"

Wizard: Don't call me Honey.

Hershel: ... Fair.

So we finish building it and a bunch of hands suddenly appear???? But Hershel is suddenly bright and radiant and the hands are disintegrating.

He looks fricken serious and concentrated for once. Yes, he was definitely made for this... A shame he's not coming into the cave with us but he's definitely best suited to hold the line.

My druid can hear him still just destroying them like 70 feet away. Shine bright like a diamond, Hershel. You got this.

This cave is so sus... Definitely carved in manually but not by humanoids. My own personal knowledge on dnd monsters and such is not that great so I can't even imagine what might be up ahead.

Oh no. There's a fucking voice in our heads telling us to not be shy and approach.

It's. A. Fucking. Mind flayer. A big one. 12-13 feet... too fucking tall...

Fight to come...