![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaq_the_aereonHad a somewhat cool, somewhat weird, and completely ridiculous dream last night, wherein I was in a classical RPG group...not playing an MMO, not sitting around a table with character sheets, I (or rather, my dream avatar, Wilren) was actually part of a group of adventurers. The 3 others with me included Bethany, a lady with a keen sense for thrills, riches, cheap dates, and cheaper beer (and, apparently, bisexual...not sure what relevance that had to anything); Aremis, a scrawny little guy who I can only describe as half thief, half coward; and Charla, a witch with a strangely punk-goth wardrobe and a fairly sizable black cat...and fingers just as sticky as the rest of the group, myself included. Upstanding heroes of law and order we definitely weren't.
We had just finished a quest we'd been sent on to recover a holy book stolen from a settlement out in the wilderness (part of a religion apparently called "Bibleology"...O_o Huh.) and were on our way to return it. When we got to the settlement, though, nobody was home except for the guy running the general store. Everyone else had apparently popped off down to the river for a baptismal ceremony celebrating a new holy day (one in which, apparently, all days had now been declared holy, even retroactively, so apparently everyone was off to atone for not celebrating all the now-holy days they'd missed...), so the priest we were there to return the book to was a no-show. The shop owner, however, was kind enough to let us in, and had been informed that we were to be rewarded for returning the book. His reward to us? Anything we wanted in the store...so long as we didn't expect any kind of discount prices or anything.
Oh, and did I mention his store was mostly sold out and was trying to pass off pathetic replacements for products (such as a jar full of water with red dye as a healing potion)? He made a point of trying to talk me into purchasing what he called the greatest offensive/defensive product ever, the "Swelmut". It was a sword that could transform into a helmet.
An origami sword that transformed into a helmet. As in, paper. ...Oh, and he was trying to hawk this off on a guy who already had a sword capable of transforming into damn near any kind of weapon imaginable...needless to say, between his cheapness and that of his products, no sales were made. The book was ultimately returned with generous rewards, however....once Bethany picked the lock on the church, dropped the book off, and looted the place empty. On our way out we had the oh-so-fortunate timing of running into the returning settlers, whose priest took immediate notice of the "swag" we'd taken in return for their book. He started to open his mouth in protest...my sword-tip to his nose cut his argument off rather quickly. No pun intended. With no complaints against our book-return fee, we set off for greener pastures, richer bounties, and possible one-night stands.
Just as we got out of the settlement, the road diverged 2 ways. One lead towards a club of sort called "Chatick". We contemplated going inside for drinks...then remembered the kind of people we'd just left, figured this would be the same kind of people in there, and immediately passed on the idea. The other road lead towards a large temple, surrounded with an eerie aura that just screamed "treasure-filled dungeon."
The decor, however, screamed "screw this, let's go somewhere else." So we did. Where we went, I'm not so sure...because this is about the point I woke up.
Please, dear God, let this be a continuing sequence.
We had just finished a quest we'd been sent on to recover a holy book stolen from a settlement out in the wilderness (part of a religion apparently called "Bibleology"...O_o Huh.) and were on our way to return it. When we got to the settlement, though, nobody was home except for the guy running the general store. Everyone else had apparently popped off down to the river for a baptismal ceremony celebrating a new holy day (one in which, apparently, all days had now been declared holy, even retroactively, so apparently everyone was off to atone for not celebrating all the now-holy days they'd missed...), so the priest we were there to return the book to was a no-show. The shop owner, however, was kind enough to let us in, and had been informed that we were to be rewarded for returning the book. His reward to us? Anything we wanted in the store...so long as we didn't expect any kind of discount prices or anything.
Oh, and did I mention his store was mostly sold out and was trying to pass off pathetic replacements for products (such as a jar full of water with red dye as a healing potion)? He made a point of trying to talk me into purchasing what he called the greatest offensive/defensive product ever, the "Swelmut". It was a sword that could transform into a helmet.
An origami sword that transformed into a helmet. As in, paper. ...Oh, and he was trying to hawk this off on a guy who already had a sword capable of transforming into damn near any kind of weapon imaginable...needless to say, between his cheapness and that of his products, no sales were made. The book was ultimately returned with generous rewards, however....once Bethany picked the lock on the church, dropped the book off, and looted the place empty. On our way out we had the oh-so-fortunate timing of running into the returning settlers, whose priest took immediate notice of the "swag" we'd taken in return for their book. He started to open his mouth in protest...my sword-tip to his nose cut his argument off rather quickly. No pun intended. With no complaints against our book-return fee, we set off for greener pastures, richer bounties, and possible one-night stands.
Just as we got out of the settlement, the road diverged 2 ways. One lead towards a club of sort called "Chatick". We contemplated going inside for drinks...then remembered the kind of people we'd just left, figured this would be the same kind of people in there, and immediately passed on the idea. The other road lead towards a large temple, surrounded with an eerie aura that just screamed "treasure-filled dungeon."
The decor, however, screamed "screw this, let's go somewhere else." So we did. Where we went, I'm not so sure...because this is about the point I woke up.
Please, dear God, let this be a continuing sequence.
