BloodBrandy

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I honestly didn't even stop to think it was magic. My Autumn side just made a donation of 2 plat to the church (Of the Gnomish kindly trickster god, who teaches and takes. Temple was more like a comfy little home with a fireplace), made a prayer and the old lady minding the place from her rocking chair gave me a flute

 

So in today's session my group set out to what may be the final battle of the campaign, a war to dethrone a Drow Matron. Given my character, an Eladrin with multiple personalities (One for each season) does not need a full 8 hours for a long rest, I set out in the middle of the night for each of them to make a prayer to a god before we then gave a final prayer to our celestial patron.

Spring gave prayer to the Elven God of War and Order, and was surprised that we ended up with a Chainbreaker Scimitar (A +1 Scimitar that also gives advantage to break chains, manacles and similar bindings, and such things are vulnerable to it's damage).

Summer gave a prayer to the church of Macho Man Randy Savage, and made friends with the cleric on duty.

Autumn gave prayer to the trickster Gnome god, getting a flute and well wishes from the nice old lady at the temple.

And Winter gave prayer to the dwarven god of War, getting a one use blessing that gives the target a lot of boons for a minute).

Then on our second day at sea with pirate friends, en route to war, my character decides to play the flute for their girlfriend.

Then the DM asked me what my spell save DC was and rolled a wisdom save...

So I have learned I have a flute that casts confusion centered on me (I am immune) as long as I play it (Once something makes the save or has the spell end on it, it's immune for a day)

[โ€“] [email protected] -1 points 3 months ago (1 children)

So...Just have curses be permanent? Why?

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Tonight in D&D: We preside over a peace talk between Dwarves and Shadar-Kai, I tell one ~~Evil~~ Morally Questionable pair of lesbians about another pair of ~~Evil~~ Morally Questionable pair of lesbians they can be friends with, and the possible benefits of said friendship.

We learn that the old Pope of Macho Man Randy Savage, who we thought was alive but in containment after being mind controlled by the Yellow Diamond, is actually dead and the current Pope of Macho Man Randy Savage is either controlled by, possessed by or working for an Arch Demon. Said new Macho Pope is also possibly the reason the followers of Macho Man Randy Savage are having trouble with their powers, and is not only in control of our Paladin's family fund but may have killed his parents, who were also supposed to be in containment.

This brings about long term effects of my original character, a Tabaxi Rogue, keeping a magic book out of the hands of a Tiefling Warlock Mob Boss (Who was the cousin of our Paladin), it falling into the hands of a party member who became a servant of this archdemon, dying and the archdemon getting a vendetta against out paladin.

And as the day comes to an end, my Eladrin's spring personality keeps from screaming, goes to her room with a drink, says a prayer and just spends time with her familiar.

 

This week our group engaged a group of devil worshiping centaurs and a Bone Devil they had summoned who had escaped us a couple weeks ago.

My warlock kept out of range of most of them by dint of riding a special Figurine of Power that is an Arisen Nightmare (a Celestial Nightmare, just replace Fire with Radiant, give it wings and take away the Ethereal Step ability), most of our group had Fly on them and the Bone Devil went down quick because of a Holy Avenger crit from the paladin.

After that though, with civilians of the herd starting to sacrifice themselves to the blood pond, the paladin (Of Redemption, afraid of losing his oath) and the rogue (Not wanting to kill kids) tried to talk things down. The dark priestess was hearing none of it and just wanted us dead.

Pretty soon four adults and a child had unalived themselves into the now black and bubbling pool, the priestess was dead and growing into some sort of gnarly tree, and our barbarian half orc was dead. The rest of the group started to flee, but my Warlock had a couple remaining desperate attempts in that I had a couple of scrolls of Guiding Bolt in my pocket.

With a prayer to the Sun God and the Nature Goddess, my DM allowed me the first try and after a religion check, a damage roll and a D100, a bit of the pond purified, but that didn't last long and top of the next round, a visage of the Archdevil of the Fourth Circle came up, anointed a new priestess, inflicted fear on our bard and my steed (They were the only others in range and I passed the saving throw) and slumped back into the pond.

My steed, frightened, used it's next action to dash the fuck out and the Bard did the same. The steed carried me a good distance before passing his fear check to break it, and we decided we had to do something about it, even as the rest of the group was hauling ass to both get away and get the Barbarian revived.

The steed swiftly carried me back to the spot we had just been and joined me in prayer, adding the God of Protection and Goddess of Justice on his end, and with another religion check, a damage roll and a D100, the pond was wholly purified, if only for a moment, before evaporating, leaving behind a red stained crater, and a momentary visage of a devil who's summoning we'd apparently interrupted and who got a good look at me before fading back to the Hells


Blood Pond image clipped from - https://www.deviantart.com/skvor/art/Dark-Pond-635218185 Trident Throw clipped from video "Myth's Bad End"- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euPfAilSpuU