DND 53

The Kidnapper takes me away with Figwit, in the bag of holding. Figwit was produced in front of the Brother of Renevieve, and took me somewhere, leaving the assassin behind. Creek and 1319 tried looking for me but did not find anything. They saw a bunch of people waiting beneath who started climbing up the hill towards the monastry. Rest of the party goes up. Tsui was constantly getting headaches, pointing towards the centre, really wanted to go to the crypts. They did not find much but, they found among the caskets laid down, found a staff. Found another room on the side with three columns, two of which were <hdhfiosdfosdhf> one of them had a circlet. Creek got the same headache, picked up the circlet, and escaped by flying away. Skua took them to a sort of a bay of sorts, an alcove, with a ledge inside with well-formed evidence of a bonfire. Erryone lights a bonfire and rest. 

They scry on Figwit, and discover 2-3 hours since the kidnapping at the cloister, find a weakened, bloody Figwit tied up in the dark somewhere. Everyone discusses what is to be done, discuss the circlet, something comes over and transforms into a shadow. Thundersteps and grabs the circlet. When that happens, a portal appears right next to Tsui, and another appears right next to 1319. It is open for a very brief amount of time. The circlet starts disappearing because of the shadow that has engulfed it. 1319 and Creek make a grab for the circlet. 

DND One Shot Jungle of Murram

 We played a one shot today, the first session for a kid. 

There was Semafor, a Druid, a Half-Elf Bard called Dastana, a Dragonborn Wizard called Bubo Bubo, and Ghost, a halfling Monk. There was also Vace Entura, a firbolg warlock who never showed up. We meet at a tavern in a town on the outskirts of this magical forest. The guide meets us there. It is raining, there are dark clouds over the forest, and purple lightning in the unnatural, off-season rain. The tavern master tells us that we might meet some forest spirit to help us, and that the dinosaurs are located deep in the forest. 

Ghost takes us to their Nani, who tells us to go try and find the spirit, and equips us with gear. I borrow both an umbrella and a raincoat. We head off into the forest, and here the cries of an animal. On investigation, we encounter a cute baby triceratops. The Druid talks to the animal and figures out that she is looking for her mother. She agrees to follow us, after we promise to look for her mother as well. 

We follow the glowing mushrooms and reach the cabin in the woods of the spirit of the forest, guarding everyone, called the Accountant. The accountant is a stegosaur with books instead of armour plating. She asks us to get rid of a bunch of pesky pterodactyls that have been stealing her breakfast and attacking the chest with the original books. We do that. I almost die in the encounter, but we clear them out. 

We then head deeper into the forest, come across a large mushroom tower, there are many big mushrooms here. We enter the door using a spell, after solving a riddle: 

No water, no sun, we cannot grow
We await the one whose hands will glow
Bring green to life, and let the jungle know

We use dancing lights. The Druid does. Then inside, there is a staircase, and another door with a riddle. 

I hear no song, though once I danced.
My feet are still, my heart entranced.
Let melody stir leaf and stone,
Sing me awake—I am not alone.

The Bard and the Druid sing the song and open the door. Within it is a myconian big dad, with a direwolf familiar. Ghost has a mongoose familiar too. The Triceratops, Angelique attacks the direwolf and is taken down immideately, and the myconid casts a net on me and the Bard. I give myself extra HP with Second Life, and then get out, chromatic orb on the dire wolf and some unseen roaring creature, that happens to be a dilophosaur. The bard and the monk are using knives, the druid a quaterstaff, and we manage to take down all the enemies, free the forest, and dispel the storm. 

There was a ghost trex that got edited out in the interest of time. I had as much fun as the kid lol. 

Hmmmm

 There is a lot going on in my life right now that I cannot blog about. 

Im happy that there is a lot going on because Im overwhelmed and so many things to think about is helping keeping me distracted actually. 

I cannot sleep. 

I cannot focus on any work. 

Just have to go to the next step. 

DND 52

We get busted out of bird prison by four birds, there were elves and monks who came to jump me but failed, some dwarves came to pick up Pyro.

We go to some safehouse, while skua gets our stuff. Pyro was sent by the Duregar to find 1319 and get him back. When Pyro takes a walk outside of Mandirdasa. My god, is so mad at me.

The dwarves are gonna send aid. Leman Tollard was formed by five heroes who closed the fire plane tear. IF anyone can do it, it is probably people from leman tollard.

Emissaries keep visiting from all the planes except the Earth plane. The embassies have been established to check for tears in the fire plane.

I see a dream. A loremaster whose maps I had destroyed, scribbling on a scroll of figwit. PArents adventuring, cooking, taking care of things. !319 walking bye. Confident in the skin of who they are are. I see my siblings some rich, some poor. As they know who they are doing what they want to do. Mysvision shrinks smaller and smaller, unaware of who you are who you want to be perfume. Adventurer, librarian. Perfumer, my vision of myself becomes smaller and smaller, and I feel a hug from behind, sense a person grasping you and holding you warm embrace, featureless expanse, I see many people from my life going about being who they are. Gives me confidence, brings me out as a person, I know who I am because of this person. I turn around to see who it is, featureless void turns into a dark featureless void. there is darkness, there is no one around. I wake up in the dark in the same state of paralysis. There are some candles, faint smell of incense in the airm that  reminds me of a memory that does not exist.

History Check

A long time back, leman tollard used to be a singular island used to be made up of martials with diff techniques. THe name of the island was tullard. A massive volcano came up, very strange, not a seismic place. Dimagin. MAssive volcano tear mountain of fire that sundered the entire island into five pieces. The hordes of the sultan, salamanders, fire elementals, poured out of the tear. There was also this creature that was different from anything, a beholder who was helping the sultan do this. Champions of the five nations... it was lucky that it happened on this island, they were successful in keeping the expansion right there. Champions of closed the rift.

Batushka had records of how this thing was done.

Met this horse. They hold a considerable amount of sway in this place, money has corrupted people.

Ker Dumas guilt caught up to him.

Creek I am happy that Ker Dumas was a good guy. We let ourselves be blinded by gold.

Gold madness is athing. Alakai and Batushka may be corrupted.

Sondered. We know his name.

Son, we have been away for business with mushroom royalty. When we came back, our house was burned to ashes. be careful, mom.

We are in leman tollard, going to underdark.

If you need any help let us know, stay safe, we are okay.

How do I contact you just use sending.

Creek uses the repressive meditation technique, in spire of gunlad. 

Dream Diary Akshay Kumar Edition

 This was one of the weirdest dreams I had, and it starred Akshay Kumar for some reason, absolutely no clue why. It was not even like I had read anything about him, or watched a movie of his recently. The last movie of his that I watched was OMG 2 about four months ago, but Entertainment is burned in my head from a one-time watch. Anyway, over to the dream. 

The main thing was he was in a bus with us, long hair, looking a bit like Lucky from Main Hoon Na. All of us got down from the bus at an apartment complex in Delhi, and the funny thing is Delhi does not even have these towering apartment complexes. This is one of those persistent architectures that I see in my dreams, and it was a variation of the building that I live in, but still not used to at an unconscious level clearly. 

So, everyone wanted to go home, but Akshay wanted to party. I felt pity for him, rallied the rest of the gang, and arranged for an impromptu party on the terrace. There was some music playing on a portable speaker, and in all it was a sad affair. We shared a doob, and the neighbours got angry. Now I saw something strange happen, to escape the judgemental neighbours, the others at the party jumped off the building, and kind of floated-glided down seven storeys. I knew something bizarre was happening because while I have flown, levitated or glided many times in my dreams, this was the first time that I saw others doing that. They basically jumped with no fall damage, so it was only borderline flying. 

Anyway, Akshay Kumar disappeared somewhere after that, and I wanted to go home, and this began the distressing phase of the dream, or the nightmare that wakes you up. Apparently, what the Delhi board had done was cut away a section of the building, change the address of the cut away wing, constructed a road, and moved the wing to another place. So I was looking around for my address and my number but was really struggling to do that. While looking for the address, and finding that my home was not there in the main tower, and not even there in the cutaway section, I got really scared about where I would go and where all my stuff was and I woke up. 

I have no clue why the unconscious brain conspires to wake you up like this, but clearly there is something knowledgeable at work, where your mind is directing your body, even when you are totally insensate and not lucid. I want to tap into that part of my mind. 

Also have to choose between drugs and dreams. Drugs and alcohol deteriorate the quality of dreams, but the two improve waking reality. Have to find a balance, and take more tox breaks, while exhibiting self-control to stop partaking even when I have the substances available. The longer the tox-break, the more likely it becomes that the drugs win. 

Dream Diary fucking Police edition

It started off pretty innocently. Me and my friends were trekking in SGP. A freaking tiger started chasing us, my friends ran away, I jumped from a duct, and saw two small tiger cubs hiding beneath the duct. I just follow the stream out of the jungle, and catch up to my friends who had come out from another entrance. We are talking in excited tones about the tiger, when a man in a gorilla costume attacks us. 

Again, we run run run and scatter

I slide, dodge, let everyone run past me, and roll into a small store. I buy a cigarette, and some chivda. A bunch of locals catch me and accuse me of disturbing wildlife, and tell me to compensate, I have to participate in a Ramleela, and the guy in the gorilla costume is playing a vanar along with his friend who is also in a gorilla costume. These locals did not like us venturing into the jungle and disturbing a tigress with two young cubs. 

They ask us to pick roles, I decide to be Sugriv. They are placated, similarly, all other people are assigned roles and given costumes too. While these other people are getting ready, I give one of the poor local kids chivda. Her mother says I am good. 

Now, since my friends struggled with the locals, the police get involved, and demand a bribe of 120 bucks. I just pay the bribe. The police let my friends go. I go to buy more chivda to the shop, but when I am paying, some lout tries to scam me by trying to slip a key in my pocket, to make it look like I have stolen it. I catch his hands. The police sees this and tells me to hold his hand firmly, and handcuffs me to the lout. The lout does some sleigh of hand, and makes the handcuff go between my hand and belt loop. I feel like the lout and the police are together trying to scam me in some way, and continue to hold tight to his hand, preventing him from escaping. 

I start abusing the cop and telling him you guys are useless, cannot even catch a bicycle thief who is clearly visible on CCTV camera, are corrupt, just go about harassing kids smoking ganja, don't do any work, have no training, and are gundas just like the thieves that they are supposed to catch. 

Woke up feeling a deep disgust for police pigs. 

Space Travel Edition DD

 Woke up dreaming that I am an astronaut on a mission! 

It was some kind of tower launch complex. People were being selected for an important flight. I was slow, and took a wrong turn in an elevator, and someone else got my spot for reaching early. There were seven seats on the flight (so a shuttle crew?). One of them got bumped off after a health screening. I was talking to another cadet, and explaining politics. 

I said something like, this is not politics, this is something far worse, these are people tripping on power. They just like the amount of control they have over people's lives. 

I then calmly went for my flight, since the spot was free and woke up.