As I write this I’m on a train.
I figured it would be good to familiarize myself with the regional rail in anticipation of my daily commute, gas prices being what they are right now thanks to the War. Thankfully, the stations on both ends are conveniently placed. I might spend some time in Norristown before heading back. Yesterday went well. I made a late lunch of curried chickpeas over rice. I’ve been having several consecutive good hair days, and yesterday my hair had a perfect mid part the way I like without any effort, right out of the shower. I was (and am) happy about this.
At D&D, our heroes managed to avoid a TPK and achieve a side objective (capturing a hellhound, live). I admittedly softballed the encounter compared to how I planned it; the biggest issue was the half dozen hounds aboard the wreck. One of my players joked that they were in the form of chihuahuas so I ran with that, which arguably makes them scarier (imagine an angry Chihuahua roughly the size of a human, made of shadow, smoke, and crimson fire and you have the idea). The hell-chihuahuas had an unfortunate (from a player-side perspective) tendency to crit, and their multiattacks meant that they (at times) crit multiple times per round. Steve actually went down, although he passed his death save before being stabilized. I had planned for a half dozen, but I ended up only sending out four of the pack, having their master sacrifice two in preparation to strike at those who would dare disturb the crash site.
Compared to the hell-chihuahuas, our heroes made swift work of Navarch Khip, a gaunt, leathery wight armed with a brass wand of colorless fire in his right hand and a heavily rusted longsword in his left. Through the holes in his patina’d bronze helm peered burning red eyes. Thankfully they were cautious enough to not sever the cord between the power pack and the laser pistol, since that would render the pistol little more than a curiosity, albeit a well-crafted one. They were smart enough not to break the power pack either, which would have resulted in burns and sickness as the vicinity is lit up by an ominous blue glow.
As I write this, I’m back on the train. The wind’s very heavy today, I should start packing a hairbrush with me like I used to. The weather today is glum, honestly the atmosphere in general is. What a shame how drab things are today; I should go out tonight and make merry to balance it out.
Back to the session write up, our heroes managed to loot everything of value from the wreck after dispatching its captain: 12 bars of silver (60 pounds, total), plus various odds and ends from the sickbay. On Khip’s person (or the pile of cinders) was the pistol (and its power pack), a gold and sardonyx ring of ogre power, a bronze dread helm, a gold locket with a detailed black and white portrait inside of someone Khip loved in life, and a pair of bone dice. The party then made camp, yet again, truly a grindset to aspire to.
I overslept this morning. Brunch was leftover chickpea rice. Yet again I have to tidy my apartment when I get back. I have a lot on my mind. Two middle-aged men are having a very loud conversation (well, one of them is considerably louder than the other) in the front of the car; I hope I can find my earbuds.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 