Session Beta - Varga - 17/05/2022
Jun 8, 2022 13:50:37 GMT
Velania Kalugina, stephena, and 1 more like this
Post by Varga on Jun 8, 2022 13:50:37 GMT
Hey Veridian!
This is from Varga. Please ignore the readable handwriting, Cleaver's writing this on my behalf cause I need you to be able to understand what I'm saying.
We need to talk about Eric.
I get it, trust me, at some point in our lives we all just want to get some hopeless case under our wing. But then we're kinda responsible for them.
Key word is responsible.
So Eric called myself, Celina, Tayz and Sparks to help him summon something for the defence of Fort Ettin. He needed some essence from the Angelbark guardian. That was all he said. He assured us it's fine, and we would be able to return back as normal, and he's got shit under control.
He did not.
We went to Angelbark. Almost got caught on sticky vines. I thought there was a gardener around, and of course I was right. Some of those trees were flipping rude. Sparks said one offended me, called me a weakling. Naturally, I cut it down. With my flail. That summoned the gardeners. Some skull-headed tree creatures. Of which I'm not complaining.
Yet.
I was up to cutting these guys down, too, but Celina and Tayz persuaded them to let us talk to the new forest guardian. Cool being. Lives in an overgrown tree, looks like a weird-ass deer with too many horns, can walk on water. I gave it my wooden diadem, the one that made my eyes glow red. Since, you know, technically it belonged to the previous guardian, and I didn't loot it, he gave it away willingly. So didn't feel right to keep it. It liked the helm, and cried us a flower full of sort of tear nectar. Tayz was a bit weird, running after him, wanted to get some tears directly from its eyes. I just collected some from the flower in a vial.
Then, a very strong wind rose, and the little moose-deer thing just melted into the ground. We took off immediately. Literally took off – Sparks made us all fly. The whole forest was dying left and right around us, and we couldn't find our way back to the Fort.
You can see the problem here, right? We had no idea what we were doing and why. The forest dying – no idea, the deer thing – no idea, getting home - no idea. This is like flailing at thin air. If you organise a raid, you need to know what are you raiding and how! This is just poor planning, resulting in bad loot. I don't mind dying per se, it's just I'd rather it be because of a dragon, or Oziah being angry at me for dying to a dragon, or some other scary shit. Not because of poor raid logistics!
Now, not to be all negative, there was a silver lining to that trip. We ran into a huge scary dragon. I betcha you'd want to turn into it. I threw a javelin at it immediately as I saw it, just to get its attention. Celina threw an apple. I think her apples hit really hard these days, she's probably training with Kavel to get her throw that good. Tayz couldn't be arsed to fight, so he summoned a celestial bird to fight for him. Sparks was just blessing everyone. We got hit by vines. I was fine, but everyone else seemed a bit on the weaker side.
I turned to the others and said something along the lines of "shit got serious. Come on, team!". Works like a charm, every time. See what happens when the raid chief knows what they're doing? I tenderized the dragon with my flail, Celina stabbed it a couple of times, Sparks shot it with four rapid-fire eldritch blasts, dug a hole through its side. Tayz's celestial finished it off, blowing up its head. That was loads of fun, although I'm starting to think everyone else keeps getting hit too hard. Gotta do something about it. I was fine, fit like a fiddle. Everyone else was barely walking. This ain't right.
Anyway, after that fun distraction we came back to the fort. Eric knew nothing about the dragon or why the trees died. We tried to get you or anyone else to supervise the summoning, but nobody was around. So Eric just went ahead. Summoned a fiend. Such a useless fellow! Just wants to lie around and have sex all day. What was Eric thinking?! I mean, it might be a strategy against the gith, but sounds a bit convoluted, no? We were lucky the fiend had a sister, Yniade, who meant business and owed her brother a favor, so she agreed to help us fight the gith. She's the real deal: no armor, doesn't even wear much clothes, has two swords – that's a real warrior! I hope I get to train with her... She must be so experienced and can teach me so much about hellish fighting! (Sorry, Varga is making this very longing sigh, I don't know how to write it down – Cleaver).
The point is, I think you need to keep an eye on Eric before he screws up another raid! Maybe teach him some summoning safety tools or whatever. Just think about it, Ok?
Regards,
Varga.
This is from Varga. Please ignore the readable handwriting, Cleaver's writing this on my behalf cause I need you to be able to understand what I'm saying.
We need to talk about Eric.
I get it, trust me, at some point in our lives we all just want to get some hopeless case under our wing. But then we're kinda responsible for them.
Key word is responsible.
So Eric called myself, Celina, Tayz and Sparks to help him summon something for the defence of Fort Ettin. He needed some essence from the Angelbark guardian. That was all he said. He assured us it's fine, and we would be able to return back as normal, and he's got shit under control.
He did not.
We went to Angelbark. Almost got caught on sticky vines. I thought there was a gardener around, and of course I was right. Some of those trees were flipping rude. Sparks said one offended me, called me a weakling. Naturally, I cut it down. With my flail. That summoned the gardeners. Some skull-headed tree creatures. Of which I'm not complaining.
Yet.
I was up to cutting these guys down, too, but Celina and Tayz persuaded them to let us talk to the new forest guardian. Cool being. Lives in an overgrown tree, looks like a weird-ass deer with too many horns, can walk on water. I gave it my wooden diadem, the one that made my eyes glow red. Since, you know, technically it belonged to the previous guardian, and I didn't loot it, he gave it away willingly. So didn't feel right to keep it. It liked the helm, and cried us a flower full of sort of tear nectar. Tayz was a bit weird, running after him, wanted to get some tears directly from its eyes. I just collected some from the flower in a vial.
Then, a very strong wind rose, and the little moose-deer thing just melted into the ground. We took off immediately. Literally took off – Sparks made us all fly. The whole forest was dying left and right around us, and we couldn't find our way back to the Fort.
You can see the problem here, right? We had no idea what we were doing and why. The forest dying – no idea, the deer thing – no idea, getting home - no idea. This is like flailing at thin air. If you organise a raid, you need to know what are you raiding and how! This is just poor planning, resulting in bad loot. I don't mind dying per se, it's just I'd rather it be because of a dragon, or Oziah being angry at me for dying to a dragon, or some other scary shit. Not because of poor raid logistics!
Now, not to be all negative, there was a silver lining to that trip. We ran into a huge scary dragon. I betcha you'd want to turn into it. I threw a javelin at it immediately as I saw it, just to get its attention. Celina threw an apple. I think her apples hit really hard these days, she's probably training with Kavel to get her throw that good. Tayz couldn't be arsed to fight, so he summoned a celestial bird to fight for him. Sparks was just blessing everyone. We got hit by vines. I was fine, but everyone else seemed a bit on the weaker side.
I turned to the others and said something along the lines of "shit got serious. Come on, team!". Works like a charm, every time. See what happens when the raid chief knows what they're doing? I tenderized the dragon with my flail, Celina stabbed it a couple of times, Sparks shot it with four rapid-fire eldritch blasts, dug a hole through its side. Tayz's celestial finished it off, blowing up its head. That was loads of fun, although I'm starting to think everyone else keeps getting hit too hard. Gotta do something about it. I was fine, fit like a fiddle. Everyone else was barely walking. This ain't right.
Anyway, after that fun distraction we came back to the fort. Eric knew nothing about the dragon or why the trees died. We tried to get you or anyone else to supervise the summoning, but nobody was around. So Eric just went ahead. Summoned a fiend. Such a useless fellow! Just wants to lie around and have sex all day. What was Eric thinking?! I mean, it might be a strategy against the gith, but sounds a bit convoluted, no? We were lucky the fiend had a sister, Yniade, who meant business and owed her brother a favor, so she agreed to help us fight the gith. She's the real deal: no armor, doesn't even wear much clothes, has two swords – that's a real warrior! I hope I get to train with her... She must be so experienced and can teach me so much about hellish fighting! (Sorry, Varga is making this very longing sigh, I don't know how to write it down – Cleaver).
The point is, I think you need to keep an eye on Eric before he screws up another raid! Maybe teach him some summoning safety tools or whatever. Just think about it, Ok?
Regards,
Varga.
