A push to a more definite return
I was last here two and a half years ago, writing a retrospective of 2yrs, but it fell by the wayside as this so often has post-MA. Other things became important, time was precious (and still is), and then early last year I developed a(nother) hyperobsession which has all but consumed my entire life since. That hyperobsession is what I’m here to talk about.
Rubbish characters
The hyperobsession is something to do with Matt’s Monday D&D game, which started way back in July 2019 at level one with a brief jaunt around Waterdeep: Dragon Heist before the main event, Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage. Something just… clicked: it was the end of March 2022, I’d stopped focussing on our building works at home because they were all done and paid for, and my brain spacetime was looking for something else. It latched on to my character, half-elf lore bard Ythendria, one of only two surviving (well, continuing: plenty of traumatised survivors!) original characters despite (because of?) being totally unsuited to dungeoneering. All my favourite characters have been a bit rubbish: Alatielle (5e noble wood elf cleric of Rillafane Rallathil) was a lovely, helpful person, but ditzy and didn’t really understand where her magic came from, and Toby (4e halfling vampire) was an ex-NPC and a puppet leader, and he knew it.
A new challenge
Ythendria was, like all my characters, totally like and unlike me. She was happy, optimistic, made lots of friends, was outgoing and worried about things. She liked to help and support her friends and was happy in the background if whatever was happening wasn’t her expertise. Unlike me, she undersold herself a lot (something I used to be good at ;P), loved the inner city life, didn’t plan for the future and her favourite activities were eating, drinking and sex, in ascending order of enjoyability. I thought it was about time I played a not-really-lecherous bard but one certainly down that end of the spectrum: Ythendria was as much pansexual as I’m asexual. We’d been playing in fundamentally this group since 2015, and the only new person since then I’d ben friends with since 1998, so this was as comfortable an intragaming relationship group as I was going to get. And Ythendria was never the sort to randomly hook up with her mates unless they wanted that too, so nothing like that happened in game: that was never our group.
What did happen was she fell in love with one of them: come the end of 2021 I was thinking ‘there’s no way she wouldn’t have fallen head over heels in love with this lying, reckless, magnificent half-vampire paladin by now,’ even though her first love had died in a horrible accident 5yrs previous and then she’d been taken advantage of by someone else she thought she loved too. So this certainly wasn’t on her to-do list, in fact it was firmly on her never-again list. I broached the idea to the GM first, who’s my IRL partner Matt, because this is absolutely not the sort of thing that happens in his games: the closest we ever came previously was a ‘night of passion’ (exactly Ythendria’s preferred sexual encounters) between Alatielle and Tim’s half-elf bard-warlock (not a multiclass!) who was, indeed, a lot like Ythendria and even levelled up in a brothel once. Note Ythendria never paid for sex though, she never needed to ;P Importantly, we never roleplay these things: that’s abhorrent to all of us but if you want to do it and everyone’s comfortable wit that, then that’s fine too. Anyway, Matt’s happy for me to go ahead and approach the paladin’s player to make sure he’s OK with it too and see where we go from there.
I should mention this game continued online even after the pandemic lockdown restrictions meant we could have gone back to in-person. It was a massive dungeon crawl, all the maps were on the system and it was just easier. Everyone felt more comfortable doing it too, a few were hesitant about seeing other people too soon. Others were finding it really hard online but not as hard as it would have been to come back too soon.
Of course, the person I’m emailing is the WORST person in the group for me to email about this: the person I know the least well and have known for the least amount of time, who I feel most awkward around because I perceive they’re awkward around me, the person whose reactions I can anticipate the least. I aired my concerns to Matt but he said it would be fine, and there was no reason it shouldn’t have been: I knew this person from a different roleplaying campaign we’d played in together a very long time ago, they’re a GM too and they’ve a lot of roleplaying experience. Matt really likes them and values their opinion so that’s good. So I send the hardest email in my life…
The scary part
And the reply was positive. Adam, the player of the ex-human dhampir paladin of Torm who’s gorgeous, cheats and has a Cloak of Billowing that makes Ythendria swoon every time he uses it, is totally on board. If surprised! As was Tim and everyone else when I revealed all a few weeks later, coincidentally a session Adam couldn’t make. Between those times, I spent a lot of time writing: writing up how Ythendria felt, her worries if she was rejected, songs and poems she’d written… I got my creative streak back after I can’t tell you how many years; maybe 20? I even went back to drawing. Poor Adam gets all this stuff sent to him, but he’s a wiling enough victim of my creativity, and my writing turns from discrete stories to, well, the whole thing.
The Project
And that’s where I am now, just about finishing up the combat parts of the 500hr double-book campaign. I fully intend to release it to those who roleplayed through with us, and perhaps I’ll get around to posting it all here much later. For now, here’s an extract from the day before Ythendria told Blake she loved him.
Cast list:
- Kagan, part-orc noble fighter-wizard, Grey Hand, leader of Kagan’s KryptoKartography Kompany, part-owner of Trollskull Manor
- Blake, ex-human dhampir noble paladin of Torm currently under an Oath of Conquest; also a Grey Hand
- Rashek, human aberrant mind sorceror whose very likeable but has a lot of shady patrons and a thirst for knowledge
- Trevyn, elf soulknife rogue-gloom stalker ranger assassin out for himself but really good in a team
- Ildrex, bronze dragonborn red dragon bloodline sorceror who’s likeable but a terrible team player
- Ythendria, half-elf College of Lore bard, ex-courtier, part-owner of Trollskull Manor; feels out of her depth in the dungeon but can’t let her friends get hurt
The Scout and the Demon
The stairs ended in a chamber lit by a candle flame in a crystal, the only door in a similar place to the last landing, which Kagan opened.
“A magic circle,” he said, stepping into the room and carefully around the circle. Rashek was next in, poring over the circle’s runes.
“Oh this is very interesting,” he crooned. “This can hold all sorts of beings. Let me make some notes.” He let go of the Staff of Frost and quarterstaff, the former floating in place, and pulled a scrollcase and stub of charcoal pencil from his robes, writing down the runes and making notes about the circle. He finished just in time for Blake to open the next door, revealing a statue of Ezzat as a human mage, clutching the lich’s actual spellbook, and emanating a terrifying aura. Kagan, beside the fearless paladin, looked worried and took a step back, while the human sorceror made a small noise and moved closer to the dhampir. Trevyn, out of Blake’s aura of courage but within sight of the statue, screamed and dashed outside, slowing briefly between the door and top of the stairs to speak to the bard who was keeping watch.
“Terrifying statue. I’m, uh, going to make sure Ildrex is alright.”
Then he was gone, racing down the stairs. Ythendria heard a door shut.
“It’s gone now!” said Blake.
She put her face round the door as Blake scrawled the room with the terrifying statue onto his map.
“I didn’t see it in there, but it feels like there should be more above.” He used his cleansing touch to rid Kagan of the statue’s Antipathy.
Ythendria shrugged. “I can Dimension Door and have a look?” She was mostly unscathed, and the best placed to see what was going on. She didn’t want to take anyone with her as, if it failed, it’d just be her taking some force damage. Kagan and Blake nodded.
“If you think you’re up to it, it’s probably the best we’ve got,” said Kagan.
She intoned the short series of curses which constituted the spell’s components and appeared in a chamber. She blinked in the dark space, momentarily disorientated, when the marilith’s tail snapped out. It barely missed her as she dodged out of the way before it bore down on her with its swords. Her magical drowcraft armour and keen dodging saved her from only a couple of blows, but it was enough that she survived to assess the chamber and see the phylactery, out of reach, and intoned the spell again, louder and with the intent the curse words carried this time, and reappeared where she had started. Kagan, Blake and Rashek were surprised to see the previously uninjured bard return covered in her own blood, cut in numerous places from head to toe, mostly on her forearms, and barely standing: Kagan caught her as she stumbled on arrival. She explained she thought she had seen the phylactery there, and described the creature guarding it that had attacked her.
“A marilith,” said Rashek, smiling at the half-elf with some respect, “You did well to survive.”
She had no time to think of a smart comeback because Blake grasped her shoulder and smiled.
“Good job”, he said, as the warm healing of lay on hands spread through her body.
She used everything she had left to keep composed and not launch herself at him: she would have sworn she physically shook with the effort. The combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much. She only dared look up from the floor after he released her shoulder from his grip.
“Can you Teleport us in?” Kagan asked. She nodded, knowing that she was prepared enough to go back with her friends, especially as she reckoned she could stay at the back where she preferred to be; being hard to hit was all well and good, but being away from the fight was preferable. Blake fetched Ildrex and the terrified elf as this was a fight that needed everyone, and spent the time healing himself with Aura of Vitality. The minute that took gave the bard time to compose herself, find her voice and try and forget the feelings coursing through her nerves.
She arranged everyone as she thought best and cast the spell. It didn’t go entirely to plan, she was a fair distance off from where she had originally landed, but no-one ended up in a wall or part-merged with a marilith, so it was fine. The demon was quickly destroyed, although the fight was bloody and the marilith both fast and powerful, and Ythendria used up her Aura of Vitality between everyone.
“Do I need to Teleport us out as well?” she asked as Kagan picked up the small adamantine box with gold edging.
“No,” said Blake, scribbling notes on his map. “There’s some sort of, erm, trapdoor, maybe? Here.”
He tried pulling it but it was too heavy. Kagan handed the phylactery to Rashek who, like the bard, would be worse than useless if strength was needed, and pulled the big iron ring attached to the stone plug. It didn’t budge.
“Let me know if you need me to Knock it loose,” said the half-elf. Blake joined the big man and it moved slightly.
“Ildrex, can you help too?” Blake dusted his hands down and prepared to pull again as the tall dragonborn went over to assist. The stone plug popped out of the hole, nearly flattening the trio pulling it, and Blake shouted a warning.
“That statue is below. Avert your eyes from it and you should be fine.” He knew Ythendria had been well within range of the antipathy effect and outside of his fearless aura, and assumed this Antipathy spell worked on sight not proximity. The drop into the room was twenty feet, but the heavy plug made a good anchor for a rope, and everyone made it down safely. Ildrex and Ythendria kept their eyes shut until they were out of the room with the statue to avoid its terrifying effect, the others either already affected and so sticking close to Blake, or immune.
The paladin turned to Trevyn. “When did you stop feeling scared?”
The elf grinned. “The outside door.”
Blake chuckled. “Well let’s get going so you don’t have to spend too much time near me and Kagan’s sunblade, eh?”