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So, everything is relatively reopened and the owner of my local game store held two reopening events, one to make money and another for the regulars.
I think he wanted to be a writer but that didn’t work out, so instead he has a big connected-world that had like four+ ongoing campaigns and 24 of us as characters in that world. Every Monday, we have a session and newbies are always welcome.
So, to set the scene. My party is in a coastal region, you’ve got Aurous the Almighty our token dwarf paladin/prince, Nubari Antanar our token black-fighter-statesman, Olmos our elf artificer/sociopath, Helgryn our barbarian pit fighter and me, Varr-Tremmic a pureblood Vampire Lord who was formerly the party’s dedicated mage. Now he’s kind of a hybrid. For simplicity’s sake I’ll refer to each player by their character’s name.
So for COVID, the world entered a “long winter” which had recently thawed and it’s a soft fresh start. We’re sitting at the table, catching up while the DM gets ready. Then she approaches, a dangerhair with the tattoos and eyebrow piercing. Worst of all she’s an attractive dangerhair, she asks to join and Olmos says yes fucking immediately. Though karma sets in and she sits next to Helgryn’s player who is female.
So the DM adapts on the fly and adds Armala to our party….. an outlaw archeologist…… I don’t know how it works.
Our characters all receive letters summoning them to a decrepit shrine to our old big-bad, when we gather that’s when she puts her mini on the table. We all do a double take and me being the group cunt ask “what the fuck is that?”
She assumed I was being funny and said “that’s my mini” with a grin. It was her, the mini was literally her in a wooden wheely-chair. She tells us that she has a map to some lost treasure or something like that, for us this was a warmup. An artifact containing the other portion of the map was in my castle and our party was off.
She took a smoke break and while she was gone the DM locked eyes with me and asked “is your castle handi-accessible?”
I’ve never said no faster in my life, we arrive and go to ascend the staircase. Here’s the conversation
Wheelie: Great I take the ramp.
DM: There….. is no ramp
Wheelie: What?
DM: Yeah…..
Me: (in character) A simple problem merits a simple solution. Slaves, carry this woman up the stairs!
Wheelie: Wait you have slaves?!
Me: Hundreds
Wheelie: (turns and looks at Nubari) You can’t be okay with this!
Nubari: It is….. a necessary evil.
BTW Nubari’s player is actually black so it’s extra funny. We go through the castle and the entire fucking time she’s either chewing me out for having slaves, chewing the others out for allowing this, trying to incite a slave revolt with brainwashed thralls and in general annoying us. The next freak out came when we passed by my throne. Here’s the convo.
DM: You pass by the charnel throne, seat of a thousand warlords. Lashed to this jagged seat are two of Varr’s concubines, dressed in rags and pale.
Wheelie: HE HAS WOMEN CHAINED TO HIS THRONE?!
Me: Thralls, I have thralls chained to my throne
Wheelie: I didn’t realize this campaign enabled misogyny and the abuse of women
Helgryn: It doesn’t, he’s a fucking vampire it’s what they do.
Wheelie sneers at me at eventually we continue on, we do the dungeon with me sabotaging her at every turn like I’d said, I’ll continue in another post.