Sunday D&D
May. 24th, 2010 09:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsIt has to be one of the most epic running battles I've been in. For three days we'd been battling out way through hordes of kobolds, goblins, and Orcs; we'd faced scouring magical winds that tried to take off the mage's face, cramped corridors and rancid food. Only repeated use of Leomond's Secure Shelter had kept us from being dead.
And now we faced hordes of giant spiders. Finally, for once, my monk, being immune to poison, was in her element. Still, it was the berserker half-orc who did the dirty work of taking down the queen spider. I led the way up the escape route as the mage used up his last spell, much of the party was down to a quarter of their hit points, several had poison criticals dropping strength or constitution, and we were covered in 31 flavors of ichor. Our terrified cleric and equally terrified halfling thief tried to run, but I had to outrun them (easily, at 200' a round) and stop the halfling before she ran into more giant spiders.
It was a disorganized mess. The half-orc was beat to hell. The mage is missing half his face. And tonight's Secure Shelter was blessed stone, but cramped, narrow, and uncomfortable.
(Why the Hades doesn't the Emacs spell-checker have "ichor" in it?)
Dinner was spaghetti, which was yummy. I contributed Redhook beer. It was pretty good and it's regional, so I approve, and the alcohol content isn't very high. I'd decided to give them my cash and try them out because of their new ad campaign, of which I approve. 
And now we faced hordes of giant spiders. Finally, for once, my monk, being immune to poison, was in her element. Still, it was the berserker half-orc who did the dirty work of taking down the queen spider. I led the way up the escape route as the mage used up his last spell, much of the party was down to a quarter of their hit points, several had poison criticals dropping strength or constitution, and we were covered in 31 flavors of ichor. Our terrified cleric and equally terrified halfling thief tried to run, but I had to outrun them (easily, at 200' a round) and stop the halfling before she ran into more giant spiders.
It was a disorganized mess. The half-orc was beat to hell. The mage is missing half his face. And tonight's Secure Shelter was blessed stone, but cramped, narrow, and uncomfortable.
(Why the Hades doesn't the Emacs spell-checker have "ichor" in it?)
Dinner was spaghetti, which was yummy. I contributed Redhook beer. It was pretty good and it's regional, so I approve, and the alcohol content isn't very high. I'd decided to give them my cash and try them out because of their new ad campaign, of which I approve.
