February 1st, 2009

wonder woman 2

"talking meat nuggets"

D&D went well tonight. We killed a metric buttload of undead as well as our first dragon. Something highly unusual happened during play. My group has six PCs. One of our players couldn't make it, so there were five of us. At one point, we all made a 1d20 roll in turn. I rolled first. I got a one. The guy next to me also got a one. Then Denise got a one. Then Ash got a one. Then we all turned and stared at Fred, the last guy to roll. He got... no, not a one -- eleven. Two ones, next to each other.

I have never seen anything like that happen. We all boggled.

This was also the evening where we made (yet again) our mistake of trusting NPCs. A nice old woman throwing garbage into a chasm turned out to be a howling hag (like a banshee) who was feeding chopped-up zombie parts to her pet young dragon. Our mistake was announcing our presence, and talking to her. As Ash put it, "Our mistake is treating this like a real world, and treating the people like anything other than talking meat nuggets with experience."
pointy teeth

APED: "swimming hole"

It's deep. I don't know just how far.
The chains won't let me swim.
The fish avoid me. I'm apart
from normal things like them.
As for who chained me -- never mind.
It was so long ago.
I've been here for a long, long time.
It's not so bad. Although...

I'd like to have some friends again.
For it's been far too long.
The chains kept me away from them.
That's why I sang my song:
A song of old and lonely things.
A song of souls laid bare.
A song of long-forgotten kings.
A song of beasts made fair.

And deep inside their heart of hearts,
their loneliness came out.
So they swam down. They played their part.
And then I just reached out.
Of course they struggled. That was play.
We were the best of friends.
They rotted soon and fell away.
I was alone again.

I sing not of forgotten kings,
Although my song was true.
For now I'm much too old to sing.
My hopes are all on you.
The voices I hear far up there
Stir me from my sleep.
Your friends are swimming. Take their dare.
Hold your breath. Dive deep.
sledge hammer!

A Poem Every Day -- Weeks 2 and 3 in review

I forgot to do this last week! My bad. Here we are again:

Poll #1341692 A Poem Every Day, Weeks 2 and 3
This poll is closed.

Which was your favorite poem from Week 2?


And from Week 3?