This nerd night suffered a launch failure, a major malfunction. The stars were misaligned, the fates conspired, our gathering was ill-omened, our chemistry off. Everything began OK, but life’s pressures arrived at the table and collided with our energy for slaughter and victory. Raynard brought a crock pot of experimental chicken curry with some wonderful home-made garam masala. Delicious.
High energy unbound, all dove into joyful beverages with gusto (excepting of course Terredon, who favors other forms of adrenaline release).
We began where we had left off. The vampire and his two young vampirellas had just left the party. Garr lay dead, drained of his life essence by the vampire’s vicious bites to his neck. The group entertained discussion as to what to do next.
Tan Meng decided to call Blagothkus to inquire about where they vampires may possibly be hiding, or to possibly enlist his help, but couldn’t remember his name. Tan Meng and I got cross-threaded over the issue and we had flame-out. Or flame-up. Tan went for walk about.
The rest of us played on for a bit. All tried to settle in for a long rest – but the two vampire vixens returned to attack – and were slain. Meanwhile, Blagothkus decided to go looking for the vampire. He was distressed that such a beast had taken up residence in his precious castle, and suddenly realized who had been preying on his Ogre servants. He returned later, well savaged about the neck, but well enough to report that the vampire had been driven off and his coffin-sanctuaries removed from atop a tall tower.
Without Tan Meng, and with the unfortunate derailment, all were a bit low on spirits and we called it an evening, even though it was only about 9:00 PM.
Later, we followed up with at Lunch to discuss our feelings. We all agreed to the following:
We all treasure our little gathering of misfits and oddballs.
We need to work toward better communications, less open hostile confrontation, and a more congenial, gentlemanly atmosphere. “Less Dickishness” as Terredon aptly put it.
We are often eager to begin our adventure and attain the ecstasy of immersion. To that end, some dive headlong into beverages with a gusto exceeding their value for the integrity of the gaming session. Solution: Get plowed on Absinthe Wednesday and show up becalmed and sober on game night Friday.
The more we bring to the table, the more we all benefit. Success of the event is a collective effort. Less dickishness, again, but also some weight of mutual participatory responsibility exists.
The best thing about the experience was a re-affirmation of how important our little gathering is to each of us.