One of a series of roleplaying dreams
Oct. 31st, 2005 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberIn last night's Amber session a bunch of PCs scouted into the Black Circle and nearly got their asses handed to them. There were warped forest critters. It was creepy. I was not there, ha-ha! I was off trying to get myself massacred, like three previous caravans through Arden. At the end the session, Mike said we'd open next session with Jael and the caravan...
So last night I went ahead two weeks in my dreams, planned out how to attempt to defend the noncombatants in the caravan (Do exactly what I say and you may live!) and capture an attacker... We came up to an abandoned house where we were planning to spend the night, and we got ambushed by vampires. Who were lead by someone better than me, and we were in kind of a world of suck. In fact, they were rolling their leader along in the rear; he was up on a wheeled platform, tied to a cross. Psycho.
I think we managed to retreat to a better place, but from the house were boiling warped critters. A tiny fluffy grey and white kitten stared at me, and then chomped on my elbow with its little needle-sharp teeth. I told Mike that I crushed it with my other hand. Oh, no, sez he, checking his notes; the kitten compelled you while you were looking it in the eyes. You think it's a 6'4" guy with swords. Alright then, sez I, I kill it like I would a big warrior...
Meanwhile, I was thinking to myself, this is bullshit. In addition to the fucked-level of my team going way up... Is there any way I'm going to get out of this without telling the rest of the family that I was compelled by a kitten?
So last night I went ahead two weeks in my dreams, planned out how to attempt to defend the noncombatants in the caravan (Do exactly what I say and you may live!) and capture an attacker... We came up to an abandoned house where we were planning to spend the night, and we got ambushed by vampires. Who were lead by someone better than me, and we were in kind of a world of suck. In fact, they were rolling their leader along in the rear; he was up on a wheeled platform, tied to a cross. Psycho.
I think we managed to retreat to a better place, but from the house were boiling warped critters. A tiny fluffy grey and white kitten stared at me, and then chomped on my elbow with its little needle-sharp teeth. I told Mike that I crushed it with my other hand. Oh, no, sez he, checking his notes; the kitten compelled you while you were looking it in the eyes. You think it's a 6'4" guy with swords. Alright then, sez I, I kill it like I would a big warrior...
Meanwhile, I was thinking to myself, this is bullshit. In addition to the fucked-level of my team going way up... Is there any way I'm going to get out of this without telling the rest of the family that I was compelled by a kitten?