Saturday, July 22, 2017

Watch Report - Swamp Safety Procedures, Shambling Hordes, and Shocking Sentient Lights

Leaving the second homestead around noon, we pressed south, eventually coming to the Moon-Lit Mire, a darksome place of deep bogs and where the clumps of trees prevents much in the way of light from filtering down into it. The waters are stagnant with only a few places here and there where the there is some little gurgle of a flow. It is an incredibly smelly place, rather reminiscent of that tiefling prior to his recent cleansing. As one of the only members without the benefit of being able to see in the dark, I was obliged to cast a light upon the crystal amulet I used to focus my powers.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Watch Reports - Grave Details, Regional Predators, and Disturbing Implications

Upon waking up in the following morning, we set about to perform the task we likely should have 
addressed to begin with, that of dealing with the corpses of our opponents in the previous battle. Upon doing so we found that several of the corpses had vanished. Given the presence of undead in the area, this had us immediately concerned. Sylvia and her children set about packing whatever they could for the trip to the monastery while two of the knights left to start the process of gathering the various homesteads to be evacuated to the north.

A Party of Orcs - Princes of the Apocalypse - Session Twenty



The Chapters and Cast of the Ballad

Training and equipping complete for the moment;
The band set off westward with the knights;
Down from the path, returned the missing component;
Talindra fresh from the northern fights.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Random Musings on Gaming and Spirituality

I started playing RPGs in the late 80s with Champions 1st Edition, a gift from my oldest brother. Before that I would check out the old Advanced Dungeons and Dragons books from the library and read through them. Sometimes I would play the Dungeon board game or make a card game using the classic classes, but I didn't actually make a character and play until that first Wolverine clone I made back when I was about ten or eleven. By the time university had rolled around I had mostly played 1st and 2nd edition D&D and picked up games like Dragon Strike, with its cheesy video, or Hero Quest. I'd started my ten years of Amtgard LARPing, broken my front teeth being hit in the face with a panicked boffer sword, and started spending tons of money on Magic the Gathering. However, I had also picked up the World of Darkness games and written one of the first pieces of fanfiction in the form of a story mixing elements of Vampire, Werewolf, Mage, and Wraith.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Beasts Upon the Path; Merchants in the Tavern

Beasts lie within us all.
They wait alongside the way.
They wait to devour us.
They are clever.
They are far more clever than we account for.
They spread their scent everywhere.
They call to their kin.
And they draw you forward.
You smell the blood.
You smell the predator filth.
And you place it in the other.
You look upon these already devoured.
You look upon them see.
You see they are a danger.
For a beast threatens a man.
But the blood feeds the beasts.

The Blighted Branch is Snipped

The branch is born of the tree.
The branch is fed of the tree.
The branch feeds the tree.
The branch is depends on the tree.
But the tree has many branches.
A blight touched upon the tree is a threat.
And then the branch must be removed.
It matters not how the branch might have been blighted.
It matters not if the fault was the branch's.
The blight is in the branch.
And the blight must not be in the tree.
For a branch removed.
A branch blighted.
A branch fallen from on high.
Such a branch should have died.
A branch should not survive.
Such a survival is pain.
The branch tries to grow.
Much to its surprise.
The branch tries to grow.
And the blight stays with it.

Account - My Execution - Debtor



I would have thought that the vault was sound proof. It almost was. But I remember seeing the looks of shock on the faces of the thieves as I turned to look behind them when the vault swung shut. None of them realized I was in until just the last moment, but the one at the door could easily have stopped closing it. There was an argument then someone was shouting that they needed to call 911 to make sure there was someone to get me out before they left. This was countered with the fact that I saw their faces. They argued that they could just open the vault and kill me then, if they had I likely would not have attracted a geist, the death would have been too mundane. But there was a shot and then someone started thrashing about. I would later hear that a headless and handless body was found outside the vault. I started to see blood seep in under the cracks of the vault. That should have been impossible. I know the vault is secured against liquids, maybe they had already attracted the Auditor by this point. In any case, I was left in the vault to die by suffocation, feeling it as the oxygen diminished and my lungs started to burn with effort. The murderer had opted even to kill one of his crew and leave the body behind before sparing me this cruel death. I have their face, but I have not found them yet.

Account - Unknown Vampire - Debtor



Vampires must feed, I understand this, but feeding was the least aspect of what I was subjected to. It was simply an exercise in dominance. A small krewe of vampires wanting to show off how talented they were by making puppets of random mortals. Even since crossing the veil and coming back I only remember bits and pieces of what happened, but dogs are given more dignity when they asked to dance around on their hind legs in exchange for a small treat. They knew it, too, they were flaunting their debauchery, thumbing their noses at others of their kind across the way. Eventually, I will remember their faces.

Account - Rosella Wilbur - Debtor



The worst of society have no redeeming features. They are seeds of corruption and perversion. A friend offering to share their stash is very different from the drug dealer on the corner offering a free taste. The recruiter who works hard with their prospects to prepare them for the military is very different from a smooth-talking sergeant out to fill a quota. I must never become that seed of corruption. Even when I must influence those around me, I must not allow myself to push them down the spiral to the depths simply because it benefits me.

Watch Report - Swamp Safety Procedures, Shambling Hordes, and Shocking Sentient Lights

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