Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Best Feeling...

Last night we picked up on our Shackled City 3.5 game, and for the last time, I will be playing my 19th level Bard, Elleen. We were allowed to revamp our characters for one last go round, and after a little revamping we began.

I am about to tell you about my character, but it was just a really great night!

Spoilers ahead!!!! Stop reading if you don't want to know a part of the game.



Ok... now that that is out of the way. The game opened and we were being honored a year later with a park filled with statues and a opera (written by my bard) etched in the stone walkways. One of the prior villains that was defeated before my tenure (the game had been going on for 5 years) appeared as a beholder, and threatened the city's people, I ran to a height where I could see him, and he disregards me and goes after all the others, and then comes towards my character.

"Who are you?" He bellows.

"Death." My response. I turn to my husband who is GMing. "I use power word kill."

"Roll spell resistance."

I roll and put my hands in the air victorious. "Natural 20"! Everyone started clapping and high-fiving.

When even the GM is excited, you know it is a wonderful moment. My husband and I have incredible chemistry at the table. It was wonderful to have the witty banter with him behind the screen again!

Later in the game we are fighting these big six legged rhinos, whose real name escapes me, the little one is really damaged. So I use my wand of inflict critical wounds. I roll my damage. On four d8's I get three 8's and a 7, and he goes down. However, we still have the momma and she is pissed. She charges through our wall, and begins toward a cohort. We had decided to head for the door, and I yell to every one, "Go ahead, I'll catch up!" My turn came and I sang the Song of Timelessness, which froze the beast in place and then turned on my Ghost box and let the song play while I made my get away.

All in all a red letter day for my bard with hopefully another one to come.

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