Maggie @Maenad@witches.town

@BadWrongFun yeah

honestly just playing a barbarian with spells is fun as fuck

and I don't know what an evil barb would use thaum for besides pranks.

@vantablack if it makes you feel better, you are not alone in this.

the shitty part of getting older is the way friends get hard and finding time/energy/people to be yourself with other people doing the same gets.... impossible.

you know

the year that I decided to stop drinking on St. Paddy's day, ever, was a really good year.

@vantablack AND AFTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL

also it's so easy to prank your party members when they're convinced you're being followed by ghosts and you have thaumaturgy

random cold spots, noises where they don't belong, whispering wind that doesn't move anything

After that, it was the beginning of the end.

The GM eventually realized that he'd allowed things to get a little more out of hand than any of us anticipated, and we called it quits after finally looting the pitchfork we'd been seeking for years (out of game, in game it was probably weeks).

So, Larissa walked into the sunset - a tiefling were-boar with a pet hellhound and more axes than anyone should have (and her pet insurance salesman).

((Now we play Blades in the Dark and I'm the int/cha con artist and the dude who played Anton is the str bloodlust character and basically we just traded and it's great).

We were finally able to rent a ship.

Our ship was ambushed by harpies, so we went to their island and looted their nest.

Eating their scraps was a litter of hellhounds.

Larissa finally found some half-demon half-creatures like her. It was love at first sight. She eventually succeeded in intimidating one to follow her and eat her scraps. It was a match made in - well, hell - and the rest of the party finally began to have misgivings.

We timed our next trip into a town so that we wouldn't pig out in town.

Only, Fodel betrayed us and went to enlist the help of the temple of Sylvanas in changing back.

Long story short, he died, the temple burned, a bunch of townspeople were changed into pigmen.

Do not fuck with me. We can behave, but yes.

At some point the GM had us turn into pigmen.

I immediately embraced it, because it was strength and resilience in a package. My party... not so much. The first night they turned, they were unable to resist the bloodlust, and woke up in a puddle of blood as they'd massacred some nearby travellers. I was sitting nearby eating popcorn - for once, they felt like the monsters and couldn't blame it on me (well, only I bit one of them on purpose after I turned, so it was technically my fault).

At some point I was killing things and the party left me. They ran into a group of chickens (cockatrices) that nearly killed all of them. When I caught up I killed them all in 2 rounds and did NOT let them live it down.

We once were trying to set up in a new town and the local innkeeper was hella racist and would not stop following me around with sage.

Fodel tried to leave us in a fight once and I used intimidation to make the people fighting me chase him down.

I developed a bit of a fetish for killing things I'd never killed before. A dude in a bar told me about a chimera out in teh woods somewhere so I dragged the party out to hunt it down.

I killed it and had it taxidermied. In one of our "I have no idea how our house caught on fire" escapades, I waded into a burning building to rescue the taxidermied chimera.

So some stuff happened plotwise, like we might've empowered a major demon (or maybe a devil, we didn't ask) to take over a local duchy, but mostly, I had a great time over the next few weeks.

Some highlights:
Fodel's pet died again so he left on a journey to find a new one without leaving a note. I realized what he was doing, wrestled a wolf to the ground, and then kept him in a cage until the ranger got back. The ranger had been unsuccessful finding a good pet and just had a goat, and I did not hold back rubbing his face in the fact that I was better at getting pets than he was.

So in the first several towns, for whatever reason, wherever we were staying caught fire. TOTALLY not our fault.

However, we soon had responsibility thrust upon us in the form of a few dinosaur eggs that we TOTALLY had to raise to be our pet dinosaurs.

Fortunately, if you give someone (an NPC) the job of keeping all of your loot and empower them to spend it in any reasonable manner to keep themselves and the loot in good shape, they take that job VERY seriously (it's a lot of money for a peasant), so we developed a loyal follower very quickly.

The first large town outside of the city, we pooled our money and bought some things.

1) a donkey with barding to carry our loot. This donkey became known as the "battle donkey" because I collected anything even vaguely axe shaped as invaluable and so this donkey became overburdened with axes.

2) a donkey+cart to carry a barrel of ale. This became known as the "ale wagon", and the first stop in any town we'd encounter from there on out was refilling the ale wagon.

Larissa respected Anton as the brains of the operation. Anton appreciated that my (Larissa's) undying loyalty meant that the group would go with his plans, even when they were utterly ridiculous.

We became travelling "insurance" salesmen (I always wanted to become a travelling circus, and even bought a bunch of livestock to do so, but the group thought that was ridiculous).

((I should be CWing this, whoops))

Surprisingly, my bar crew came with me when I left the city.

We had Anton, a clever rogue always up for a risky gambit (but also the first to turn tail and run).

We had Lea, a monk devoted to keeping everyone around her healthy.

We had Gerald, a fighter whose gimmick was we always made him pay orphans for information (so he had quite a loyal following of orphans). He got spooked when we left town and started seeing ghosts everywhere - but the rest of us knew ghosts didn't exist.

And eventually Fodel, a ranger who couldn't keep his pets alive (and who used to be the bartender who was no longer with us).

In a mysterious move, the GM had Kradok get arrested at the same time, and Kradok proposed we break out of jail together.

Never one to say no to a fight, I took him up on it. The bartender died in the ensuing carnage, but together, Kradok and I killed > 20 guards.

Only I was smart enough to see the writing on the wall and realize we needed to gtfo (the campaign was now well and truly off the rails).

The campaign started in a city - we were low-level mobsters, meant to be doing mobster stuff

We mostly worked out of a speakeasy. Larissa worked door - she was muscle that could pass as a shopkeep.

I lived a relatively simple life - I had my job ambitions, some leftover finery from my noble past, and a half-orc (barb) fuckbuddy named Kradok (NPC, awk)

Ultimately, I and the bartender got arrested in a minor mixup (scuffling with a different gang).

Some art, by @rinvenieris , of Larissa, my tiefling barbarian, and her "pet" hellhound

if you guys are looking for art for reasons, @rinvenieris has very reasonable prices, gets art to you fast, and is amazing to work with