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LJ IDOL: Yes, and
May. 8th, 2014 12:38 pmThey all gathered around the table, Pye, Sandy, Andrew, and Mark, with a pile of snacks and Mountain Dew on hand for the long night ahead.
"Andrew, you're playing Deadeye again?" asked Mark, the DM. Andrew nodded, busy picking through his bag for the dice that had fallen out of their bag yet again.
"I'm going with Pye," said Pye, "I want to build my fighter up." Andrew rolled his eyes a bit; in his view, naming a character after yourself was a mark of true narcissism.
Sandy perked up; she loved the character building and had written out 10 pages of back-story for her new character.
"Elo'yesando'ri'on," she said, enunciating so concisely they could all visualize the apostrophes.
The others stared.
"Seriously, I'm so sick of elves and their stupid apostrophic names," said Andrew, and Pye nodded, already firmly placed on the "less is better" side of things.
Mark made his face as stern as possible, since Sandy often tried to cajole her way through scenes like this. "Yes, Andrew, I'm on your side. I'm not saying 200 syllables every time you get attacked, so either shorten it or get used to being 'Hey you.'"
"But I'm elvish! I need a name that sounds like water over pebbles, or wind rushing through the trees!" Sandy made her eyes big and pleading.
"You can shorten it or say your goodbyes and leave, I'm in no mood, not tonight." Mark was tired of this game; they'd tried to mash too many rules from different games together, and it was a headache.
Mark and Sandy glared, but she broke first, muttered, "Fine, Eloyes," and after final preparations the game began, Mark saying, "You're still in the forest guarding the gramaryes and treasure chest when you hear a rustling..."
"Using Eagle Eyes and rolling for spot check!" Deadeye exclaimed.
"Eyes of the Eagle, jerk," Pye muttered, nitpicky all the time.
"It matters? Come on..." Eloyes patted Deadeye's hand, "Don't listen to him."
Mark sighed. "Weaving through the trees you see an erinyes, androsphinx, and... that's it. Charging toward you!"
"Roll for - "
"No, wait, this is ridiculous. I can't do this anymore. We're only 2 minutes in and I'm already sick of it," snapped Mark, "I'm not pronouncing 11-syllable elvish wind fart names, and we can't modify as much as we have and still have the world and rules make sense."
Shoulders slumped all around, then Deadeye perked up. "I don't want to go back to 3rd edition - can we do Spelljammer?"
Eloyes also perked up, "We could! Though I haven't played it, and maybe there's just a few modifications we might have to make (Mark groaned), but I'd love to have space battles and meet aliens, plus Deadeye's android!"
"Man, I really want to play that android," said Deadeye, "If I can play an android, I'd switch for sure."
Pye nodded; he didn't care, he'd just switch over his characters and keep building them carefully. It was Mark who gritted his teeth, eyes and an index finger twitching like they did when he was frustrated, but he said, "Fine. Okay. Yes... and if you guys do just a few mods that's fine, but this time I have full veto if I think it's getting too complex."
Three heads nodded enthusiastically, each already abuzz with ideas, as Mark, ostensibly in charge of this game, slid further down in his chair and cursed the day he became DM.
"Andrew, you're playing Deadeye again?" asked Mark, the DM. Andrew nodded, busy picking through his bag for the dice that had fallen out of their bag yet again.
"I'm going with Pye," said Pye, "I want to build my fighter up." Andrew rolled his eyes a bit; in his view, naming a character after yourself was a mark of true narcissism.
Sandy perked up; she loved the character building and had written out 10 pages of back-story for her new character.
"Elo'yesando'ri'on," she said, enunciating so concisely they could all visualize the apostrophes.
The others stared.
"Seriously, I'm so sick of elves and their stupid apostrophic names," said Andrew, and Pye nodded, already firmly placed on the "less is better" side of things.
Mark made his face as stern as possible, since Sandy often tried to cajole her way through scenes like this. "Yes, Andrew, I'm on your side. I'm not saying 200 syllables every time you get attacked, so either shorten it or get used to being 'Hey you.'"
"But I'm elvish! I need a name that sounds like water over pebbles, or wind rushing through the trees!" Sandy made her eyes big and pleading.
"You can shorten it or say your goodbyes and leave, I'm in no mood, not tonight." Mark was tired of this game; they'd tried to mash too many rules from different games together, and it was a headache.
Mark and Sandy glared, but she broke first, muttered, "Fine, Eloyes," and after final preparations the game began, Mark saying, "You're still in the forest guarding the gramaryes and treasure chest when you hear a rustling..."
"Using Eagle Eyes and rolling for spot check!" Deadeye exclaimed.
"Eyes of the Eagle, jerk," Pye muttered, nitpicky all the time.
"It matters? Come on..." Eloyes patted Deadeye's hand, "Don't listen to him."
Mark sighed. "Weaving through the trees you see an erinyes, androsphinx, and... that's it. Charging toward you!"
"Roll for - "
"No, wait, this is ridiculous. I can't do this anymore. We're only 2 minutes in and I'm already sick of it," snapped Mark, "I'm not pronouncing 11-syllable elvish wind fart names, and we can't modify as much as we have and still have the world and rules make sense."
Shoulders slumped all around, then Deadeye perked up. "I don't want to go back to 3rd edition - can we do Spelljammer?"
Eloyes also perked up, "We could! Though I haven't played it, and maybe there's just a few modifications we might have to make (Mark groaned), but I'd love to have space battles and meet aliens, plus Deadeye's android!"
"Man, I really want to play that android," said Deadeye, "If I can play an android, I'd switch for sure."
Pye nodded; he didn't care, he'd just switch over his characters and keep building them carefully. It was Mark who gritted his teeth, eyes and an index finger twitching like they did when he was frustrated, but he said, "Fine. Okay. Yes... and if you guys do just a few mods that's fine, but this time I have full veto if I think it's getting too complex."
Three heads nodded enthusiastically, each already abuzz with ideas, as Mark, ostensibly in charge of this game, slid further down in his chair and cursed the day he became DM.
