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'Tis The Season
Dec. 16th, 2004 09:30 am
I think that from now on I'll turn my phone off when I get up.
Yesterday, my mom calls me and fills me in on the situation. My sister has cut her off completely and refuses to talk to her. And she refuses to help mom with insurance, phone bills and other things she needs taken care of. AND she's going ahead with the court thing to get custody of Taeshawn, even though her unfitness to have children at all was demonstrated recently when her worthless boyfriend locked him in the closet during his last visit.
Long story short, Christmas is going to be late for almost everyone. Sorry.
Today, I get a wake-up call from Charles asking me to consider coming in on Saturday, because they're short. So, yet another week of working six days (which is probably laughable to complain about for friends in computer fields), and little to no sleep on the heels of Odis' tentpole game, which promises to be long and difficult. This is to help out my place of work in an hour of need, though, so I really have no choice but to say yes.
The Buddha is in the face of my sister, I'm sure, but I think he's being choked by her hair weave.
The Buddha is in the face of my boss, and surprisingly that's a lot easier to see...even if he is a crotchety old Irishman.
Nick's game was a lot of fun last night, and ended up lasting a lot longer than any of us anticipated. It's the second chapter and all of us are falling a bit more into our characters. Odis is playing a drunken redneck pikeman, even though his pike got busted in the first game. Cy is playing a satyr rogue who up until the last fight of last game hasn't even gotten *blood* on him because he's so good at picking people off from hidden corners. Silver is playing a satyr ranger archer who's getting scary-good at it already. And I'm playing a gnome bard-cleric who's devoted himself to the worship of Talinos (the God of Good) through typically...gnomish ways. He's also very small, even for a gnome. Rounding out our party is Sarin, a minotaur cleric of Talinos, and Maimi, a paladin of Talinos. Yeah, we've got the power of God on our side. ;)
Somehow, we're all related: this sounds suspiciously like the beginning of a really *awful* shaggy-dog series, but it's not the most ludicrous idea for a game I've ever heard. <:) Two satyrs, two humans, a gnome, a minotaur and a dwarf (now deceased) were all picked in a ritual by high-level clerics from the capital city of Hom. And we're the people who were foretold to take care of this problem: children from the bordertown of Last Chance are disappearing without a trace and there's absolutely no leads on what's going on. Sarin and Maimi came from Hom to meet with both of us in a bar at the other edge of the Kingdom, and have been instructed to get us to Hom and then Last Chance. The trip to Hom took two games, which was actually really neat. Last game the town we were staying in was raided by goblins and...really strange creatures none of us had ever seen before. They were enormous, and looked like animals that had taken the shapes of men. The party got banged up pretty bad, but we emerged victorious. It was then that Cale and Az (the two satyrs) and Mac and Zebeedoo (Odis' human fighter and my gnome cleric) split into two fronts that worked fairly well. Maimi and Sarin make up a third prong, and we've gotten a bit more polished with each fight. We spent the next morning doing good works for the survivors and set on our way. We ran into a giant who was guarding a bridge, a little kid running away from a raiding party that featured four bugbears, four goblinoid mastiffs and one ogre, and a pack of highwaymen before finally making home. In the bugbear fight, the ogre clubbed poor little old me twice and I got my first taste of near-death. The last game hinged around the kid who brought the bugbears to us, or more specifically what he and his dead friend stole: the biggest ruby any of us had ever seen. When we got to Hom, it was discovered that the ruby was actually an incredibly power focus for high-level magic. The shopkeeper we showed it to worried us, though, and it was decided amongst the party (with Az (Cy's satyr) being the lone voice of dissent) that we should give it to the Queen. The Queen graciously accepted it, gave us far less than market value for it, and sent us on our way. It feels really good to be gaming at lower levels again. In Odis' game, Da is now possessed of reality-bending deific powers, and though we need every bit of them it still affords us an easier time just by virture of sheer might. Zebeedoo is a lot more humble, a lot more meek, and a lot less...enabled. The party members can pick him up and toss him around like a sack of rice, only he weighs less. ;) The first game of that was very jarring, but now I'm reacquainting myself with the power of the small and I'm digging it a whole lot more. I'm also enormously enjoying RPing a cleric, though I do feel a bit of a faker. I guess being a friar/priest/monk has long been a dream of mine but it looks like the only way I'll actually realize it is through doing it the pagan gamer way. :D I have a romanticized view of the priesthood, I realize, especially since it would be kind of impossible for me to do much inside the walls of Christianity. I'm not sure how well a mystical, solitary tendency meshes well with established churches, either. At any rate, I have a tremendous respect for those of the cloth, and it's a fond wish I can join them in some capacity. A Buddhist priest would be exquisite. :) Hmmmf. That's enough questionable theological poo-pooing for the moment.
Yesterday, my mom calls me and fills me in on the situation. My sister has cut her off completely and refuses to talk to her. And she refuses to help mom with insurance, phone bills and other things she needs taken care of. AND she's going ahead with the court thing to get custody of Taeshawn, even though her unfitness to have children at all was demonstrated recently when her worthless boyfriend locked him in the closet during his last visit.
Long story short, Christmas is going to be late for almost everyone. Sorry.
Today, I get a wake-up call from Charles asking me to consider coming in on Saturday, because they're short. So, yet another week of working six days (which is probably laughable to complain about for friends in computer fields), and little to no sleep on the heels of Odis' tentpole game, which promises to be long and difficult. This is to help out my place of work in an hour of need, though, so I really have no choice but to say yes.
The Buddha is in the face of my sister, I'm sure, but I think he's being choked by her hair weave.
The Buddha is in the face of my boss, and surprisingly that's a lot easier to see...even if he is a crotchety old Irishman.
Nick's game was a lot of fun last night, and ended up lasting a lot longer than any of us anticipated. It's the second chapter and all of us are falling a bit more into our characters. Odis is playing a drunken redneck pikeman, even though his pike got busted in the first game. Cy is playing a satyr rogue who up until the last fight of last game hasn't even gotten *blood* on him because he's so good at picking people off from hidden corners. Silver is playing a satyr ranger archer who's getting scary-good at it already. And I'm playing a gnome bard-cleric who's devoted himself to the worship of Talinos (the God of Good) through typically...gnomish ways. He's also very small, even for a gnome. Rounding out our party is Sarin, a minotaur cleric of Talinos, and Maimi, a paladin of Talinos. Yeah, we've got the power of God on our side. ;)
Somehow, we're all related: this sounds suspiciously like the beginning of a really *awful* shaggy-dog series, but it's not the most ludicrous idea for a game I've ever heard. <:) Two satyrs, two humans, a gnome, a minotaur and a dwarf (now deceased) were all picked in a ritual by high-level clerics from the capital city of Hom. And we're the people who were foretold to take care of this problem: children from the bordertown of Last Chance are disappearing without a trace and there's absolutely no leads on what's going on. Sarin and Maimi came from Hom to meet with both of us in a bar at the other edge of the Kingdom, and have been instructed to get us to Hom and then Last Chance. The trip to Hom took two games, which was actually really neat. Last game the town we were staying in was raided by goblins and...really strange creatures none of us had ever seen before. They were enormous, and looked like animals that had taken the shapes of men. The party got banged up pretty bad, but we emerged victorious. It was then that Cale and Az (the two satyrs) and Mac and Zebeedoo (Odis' human fighter and my gnome cleric) split into two fronts that worked fairly well. Maimi and Sarin make up a third prong, and we've gotten a bit more polished with each fight. We spent the next morning doing good works for the survivors and set on our way. We ran into a giant who was guarding a bridge, a little kid running away from a raiding party that featured four bugbears, four goblinoid mastiffs and one ogre, and a pack of highwaymen before finally making home. In the bugbear fight, the ogre clubbed poor little old me twice and I got my first taste of near-death. The last game hinged around the kid who brought the bugbears to us, or more specifically what he and his dead friend stole: the biggest ruby any of us had ever seen. When we got to Hom, it was discovered that the ruby was actually an incredibly power focus for high-level magic. The shopkeeper we showed it to worried us, though, and it was decided amongst the party (with Az (Cy's satyr) being the lone voice of dissent) that we should give it to the Queen. The Queen graciously accepted it, gave us far less than market value for it, and sent us on our way. It feels really good to be gaming at lower levels again. In Odis' game, Da is now possessed of reality-bending deific powers, and though we need every bit of them it still affords us an easier time just by virture of sheer might. Zebeedoo is a lot more humble, a lot more meek, and a lot less...enabled. The party members can pick him up and toss him around like a sack of rice, only he weighs less. ;) The first game of that was very jarring, but now I'm reacquainting myself with the power of the small and I'm digging it a whole lot more. I'm also enormously enjoying RPing a cleric, though I do feel a bit of a faker. I guess being a friar/priest/monk has long been a dream of mine but it looks like the only way I'll actually realize it is through doing it the pagan gamer way. :D I have a romanticized view of the priesthood, I realize, especially since it would be kind of impossible for me to do much inside the walls of Christianity. I'm not sure how well a mystical, solitary tendency meshes well with established churches, either. At any rate, I have a tremendous respect for those of the cloth, and it's a fond wish I can join them in some capacity. A Buddhist priest would be exquisite. :) Hmmmf. That's enough questionable theological poo-pooing for the moment.
