Into the Underworld

Another week, another game of DnD. A little more action-packed this week. Our barbarian, avenger and swordmage tracked down a cultist leader and killed her without much problem, a tiefling Asmodeus worshipper if you wonder. Our bard played some songs for the people in the poor district and encouraged them to rebuild it more beautiful than ever or something like that. Me and my psionic elven cousin delved into the Vault of the Nine, passing through a maze and standing in front of a door with a magical rune. From the shadows a slippery black gelatin creature, an ooze, began moving toward us. I began firing my arrows... and I didn't roll that well, in fact several once missed and my elven companion only had one useful spell and that was pushing the creature backwards after he spent his daily. So after using up all our special powers it was finally slain. 11 arrows was needed. ELEVEN! Luckily I had 90 of them to begin with so I'm fine for the time being.

After the ferocious fight our attention went to the door. My cousin, Garien Leafsinger, checked it out and then tried to remove the seal that sealed the door. He failed I believe cause it set of a trap and a lightning bolt struck out toward us. He jumped aside and had to use his psionic powers to push me away since my dices really don't like me. After that we entered the door and found us in a room with several statues of the protectors of Neverwinter. We detected that the catacombs stretched far across the land, but since our little encounter with the ooze had trained our better abilities we decided it was best to retreat for the moment and gather the rest of the party if we should have some chance of survival. We closed the doors and it sealed it self. Being a bit worried since it got a new rune we wrote it down and decided to use the remaining hours to prepare with so much knowledge we could gather from the library.

Of course I was hardly of any use since the dice failed me once again and Garien was on his own. He is of course the closest we had to a "true" wizard in the party. So after gathering the information and preparing to open the new seal we returned to the tavern, finding the barbarian and swordmage passed out on the floor after yet another drinking contest. The next morning we once again travelled into the maze and onward toward the sealed door. This time no trap was set upon us and we entered. The next 15 minutes was spent on finding a chest, dragging it out of its alcove and letting our bard and swordmage try to open it. When that failed our barbarian came forth and more or less broke it open (or at least that's what I imagined). Inside we found a cloak, a brooch and gauntlet. I got the cloak, the brooch went to toward our bard while Garien got the gauntlet... that he promptly told everybody was going to be sold at the very first moment due to our limited cash supply.

Anyway, we checked the alcove again and what did we fid? The key of course, so our swordmage decided to lock the chest and then gave the key to Garien for safe-keeping. We push forward to a doorway which flows of magical energy. Drawing our weapons we set up a formation and ventures forth. Everybody rolls a stealth check and everybody succeed except Garien who for some reason starts to hum Beethoven's 9th symphony. Luckily he was at the back, bad news was that I was right behind him and the last in our formation. We passed through the corridor and reached another room. This one on the other hand was inhabited with a couple of ghosts and ghouls. After some talking with them we found out they were the protectors of Neverwinter when they lived and would let us stay here and help us the little they could. Which was perfect time to end the session so we have to continue next week to search through the catacombs.

Who Am I, Where Am I?

So I played my first session of DnD and it went fine. Introduced as a bodyguard to an important wizard traveling to Neverwinter. There I met my elven wizard cousin... or was he an alchemist? Anyway I joined his party since my business with the wizard was done so I was free for other stuff so I hit the tavern to meet the rest of the gang. While there some demon worshipper appeared and our barbarian decided to have a drinking contest with a half-giant. She decked out. So did my cousin and the rabbit sword-mage leaving myself and the assassin. Of course we couldn't end there so I was next up and fell to the ground. I would call foul since shouldn't elves have a racial trait in resisting alcohol? Apparently not in DnD. Anyway, after drinking 4 people under the table our assassin had little trouble with the half-giant. So I slept through the night on the floor together with the barbarian while the others at least could walk away. Funny thing is that my cousin was the only one with a hangover.

Not much else happened. In the morning we were summoned to the lord who asked for or help and before going there we decided to prepare for whatever could happened so me and my cousin visited the church of Corellon to receive a blessing and trying to get some information. The others pretty much did the same, The barbarian, assassin and rabbit went to another church while our bard went to the slum more or less to get some info about the lord himself. And that's pretty much all we did in 4 hours. So now I'm reading up on the world and shall try to craft a decent backstory to my character. At least it gives me a reason to have some cola and snacks without my health obsessed sister finds out. That in itself is a great adventure to be told.

Turning Tides?

Maybe time to update what's happening around here. Seems like I'm back in a one per month posting. Well, I can blame it on not much happening. Until now that is. Suddenly everything happens at once. It all started some day in May. I said to myself enough is enough about this unemployment stuff so I joined... a political party, the Liberal People's party to be more precise (I know what a shock). Thought about it a long time, but I finally took the step. Sure enough, everyone welcomed me with open arms. Not strange since I appear to be the youngest in Värmland not counting the Liberal Youth of Sweden (Liberala Ungdomsförbundet in Swedish) and I'm pushing 25 in a couple of months. Take note, that was 4 months ago, I went to some activities and found it stimulating and all and this week I'm contacted by the district president (?) about an opening as a reserve in one of the municipality committee's (nämnd is the swedish word) and asked if I was interested. Sure enough, so now I'm part of the democratic institutions and that took me just 4 months. What happened to the bureaucracy that strangles all the newcomers? I'm quite frankly shocked, I at least expected 1 year quarantine to test me. Do they pick first best from the street? That would of course explain people like the green party member who think the CIA is spewing toxic on Sweden from airplanes.

Anyway, it at least give me something to do with 5 years of university studies in political science and more (plus a huge debt from all that). So I might walk the path I tried to avoid, the one in where you go through a political career and have no touch with "reality" (even if it is relative). At least I get some experience to put in my CV. The other thing that happened is that I was asked to join a group playing D&D and I couldn't say no to that. So tomorrow I'm to put on the persona of Vorsilder, the elven ranger of... The background story isn't that well developed since I know nothing of the world and the other players so we shall see what comes of this. I might even have a new topic to write about. Hopefully I'm not the first to die. At least I know the first rule of D&D: