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My body got me up way before my brain caught on this morning. It's annoying. We were up late (for us) last night with D&D, so I'm a little fuzzy. Also, I'm having a thing in my ear, where it feels like it's muffled, but it's not. It's just that little awareness of your ear, and it is annoying the crap out of me. It'll go away in a day or so, and it's not painful or anything, just...present.
At least I can take it easy today. I have nothing exciting planned, aside from going to pick up groceries from Walmart. Mostly cat food and treats, because we go through it like water because both Sam and Boodle are little piggies.
Yesterday was a streaming day as we watched the Great British Bakeoff and Black Widow. Bakeoff is my comfort show. It's low stakes, everyone's nice and it's just a pleasant diversion. New episodes come out every Friday, which works out well with my schedule. Every Friday, there's an hour of zen. Of course, it inevitably makes me want baked goods.
Black Widow was a better movie than I expected it to be. Still utterly ridiculous, but a lot of fun. Florence Pugh totally stole the show, and I'm looking forward to see what they do with her.
Last night was D&D! Our heroes made their way back to the town of Easthaven, pausing along the way for a fight with some coldlight walkers, which are the Frostmaiden's servants. The battle went well, aided by a couple of fireballs, and they slogged back to town, presenting the Speaker of the town with the head of the chardalyn dragon, and suggesting that they create a holiday for this momentous event. Off a nat 20 persuasion check, they were totally willing to do just that.
Cue a shopping montage, as the party abruptly realized that they were now ludicrously wealthy, thanks to the remnants of the gem dragon. They sold about 2% of the inventory for a staggering 80,000 gold pieces, and proceeded to shop, get magical tattoos, and generally enjoy the benefits of being in what passed for a major metropolitan city for the Ten Towns.
The rogue passed the time beating the pants off the locals in chess, and picked up some intel that a member of the town was killed by Gnolls (think bipedal jackals, with a bad attitude). Always up for a side quest, they headed to the so called Cackling Chasm and proceeded to stomp the poor gnolls. The one boss of the group, thanks to a miserably failed strength check was Sparta-kicked off the ledge of the chasm, falling 200 feet to his death. Thus, the DM decided that all opponents hereafter will be leveled the fuck up, and the party headed back to town to pick up their polar bear cart and head onto the next adventure.
Today, Monster of the Week!
At least I can take it easy today. I have nothing exciting planned, aside from going to pick up groceries from Walmart. Mostly cat food and treats, because we go through it like water because both Sam and Boodle are little piggies.
Yesterday was a streaming day as we watched the Great British Bakeoff and Black Widow. Bakeoff is my comfort show. It's low stakes, everyone's nice and it's just a pleasant diversion. New episodes come out every Friday, which works out well with my schedule. Every Friday, there's an hour of zen. Of course, it inevitably makes me want baked goods.
Black Widow was a better movie than I expected it to be. Still utterly ridiculous, but a lot of fun. Florence Pugh totally stole the show, and I'm looking forward to see what they do with her.
Last night was D&D! Our heroes made their way back to the town of Easthaven, pausing along the way for a fight with some coldlight walkers, which are the Frostmaiden's servants. The battle went well, aided by a couple of fireballs, and they slogged back to town, presenting the Speaker of the town with the head of the chardalyn dragon, and suggesting that they create a holiday for this momentous event. Off a nat 20 persuasion check, they were totally willing to do just that.
Cue a shopping montage, as the party abruptly realized that they were now ludicrously wealthy, thanks to the remnants of the gem dragon. They sold about 2% of the inventory for a staggering 80,000 gold pieces, and proceeded to shop, get magical tattoos, and generally enjoy the benefits of being in what passed for a major metropolitan city for the Ten Towns.
The rogue passed the time beating the pants off the locals in chess, and picked up some intel that a member of the town was killed by Gnolls (think bipedal jackals, with a bad attitude). Always up for a side quest, they headed to the so called Cackling Chasm and proceeded to stomp the poor gnolls. The one boss of the group, thanks to a miserably failed strength check was Sparta-kicked off the ledge of the chasm, falling 200 feet to his death. Thus, the DM decided that all opponents hereafter will be leveled the fuck up, and the party headed back to town to pick up their polar bear cart and head onto the next adventure.
Today, Monster of the Week!
