20 September 2001
Last year: Yesterday, my stomach was shouting, "Bring it on!"
Two. Thirty. In the morning. Because I... I am the priestess of the gods of sleep deprivation.
(Yeah, I used to be a priestess of Murphy, but he deserted me for K.T. a few months ago.)
The slaver plot took only three hours and a bit to run. And then Tarri went to reassure Sanriel that she hadn't been hurt, and that took four hours.
Well, four hours of play-time. I expect it took somewhat less than that for them, but Ashby was also running a session with Karen at the same time, so there were occasional long pauses before he'd answer me.
The attack on the slavers went fairly smoothly, to my great relief. The bit that startled the heck out of me was when... Oh, wait, I'll give it to you in the right order. (Once again, my apologies to the non-gamers out there... but I spent almost as long Halling yesterday as I spent at work, and I'm pretty sure none of you want to hear about the trials and tribulations of having to learn to write Oracle code. Didn't think so.)
So the party is standing in the middle of the slaver camp. Tyl and Jelarthna and Kevil are trying to look like slavers, themselves, and doing a reasonably good job at it. Tarri and Dulcea are trying to look like captives, and doing pretty well.
The bad-guy mage comes out, and spots something floating in the ether, almost right behind Tarri. Suspicion ensues. (Said suspicion led to a fair amusing exchange of insults between Kevil and Jelarthna. For some reason, I can not get over the fact that Jelarthna called Kevil a "drooling letch" - I don't know why, but that phrase just gets me rolling on the floor.)
Colleen (playing Dulcea) messages me to ask what the heck is up. I respond that I haven't the slightest freaking idea, but I suspect that Xarroch tagged along for the fun.
Boy, was I wrong.
Tyl announces to the slavers that they're under arrest, and naturally they fight. As soon as combat begins, Temire jumps out of the ether with heroism on her mind... or something. She tosses a spare sword to Dulcea (who didn't really need it, because, dammit, we'd planned this and Kevil was wearing Dulcea's sword) and tries to drag Tarri back into the ether with her.
(Unfortunately for Temire, Tarri had followed her orders - which were to break free and run like hell. Temire grabbed her from behind, and Tarri exercised one of the break-holds which Lisl had been teaching her and kept running. It was, in fact, the only time in the entire session that Tarri had to use any of her shiny new self-defense skills.)
Temire is going to be in so much trouble, I don't even want to think about it. She's going to be in trouble with Tyl for endangering the mission. She's going to be in trouble with her teachers for endangering herself (not to mention for acting recklessly on several accounts). She's going to be in trouble with Michelle and Meghan and Nacheyla for running off without telling them. About the only person who isn't going to be mad at Temire is Tarri.
It made for a great twist to the story, though. I laughed my ass off. Kudos to Jeff for pulling a very in-character stunt despite knowing in advance that there were going to be some pretty stiff consequences.
In the meantime, Kevil and Dulcea struck up a bit of banter, and I expect in the next day or so they'll have settled in as, oh, how shall I put this delicately...? "bedtime buddies"?
That should be interesting. Kevil's sortof carefully pursuing Loria at the moment, and I'm not sure how she'll react. Ah, well, Kevil isn't an interesting character unless he's in some sort of trouble.
Then for four hours, Tarri had hysterics at Sanriel while Karen teased me in messages about the session she was having with Lisl and Sanriel (technically taking place before the slaver raid - we do that kind of thing). So I'm anxious to read that transcript when it goes up...
Somewhere between eight hours of work and nearly eight hours of Halling, I managed to cook dinner. I did, in fact, make home-made pasta sauce from two onions, three tomatoes, two chicken breasts, several tablespoons of olive oil, and assorted flavorings and spices.
It turned out very well, and I'm thinking I might repeat the experiment again soon. I've been in a mood just lately for pasta with thick, chunky sauces, and those home-grown tomatoes rendered down very nicely.
I'm not as tired as I thought I would be, given my extreme exhaustion of the past week. I was sure that, as tired as I've been, staying up until 2:30 would really put me under.
I'm not saying I'm not tired, mind you - I would dearly love to crawl back into bed right now for another four or five hours - but I'm not as half-dead as I was sure I would be.
That said, I'm sure you'll excuse me if I go get a cup of coffee to have with my breakfast.
Word of the Day:
bildungsroman - a novel about the moral and psychological growth of the main character
Song of the Day:
Then The Morning Comes (Smash Mouth)
Currently Reading:
- Touched by the Gods by someone or other
Current Projects:
- drawing
- Hall stuff
- garden