Off Topic: The Chronicles of "Of Course Brugo Did" - Chapter 7: Wish Upon a Star
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Fortunately [for Brugo (Fighter)] we got out of the Shadow Realm unscathed & with a relative amount of ease. I'd bet dollars to donuts the Bloodrager would have beat him to a pulp if it'd been a tough trip.
Don't hold your breath...
So, we set out from the city with new gear in tow (the coin we made finally allowed us to afford some pretty sweet magical gear) & set out to meet up with a contact of the Thief's in another city.
According to the GM, the trip was not terribly long, so we'd only be on the road for a few days, maybe a week. Although most of the party wasn't exactly excited about the visit. Why, you ask? Well, that's because the contact was of the noble-white-collar-thief sort. Thus, the outdoors-appearance is basically a no-go for everyone... Druid & Bloodrager included.
Annnnnnnnnd if you had an inkling there'd be trouble on the way... then you've clearly played DnD, etc. before. Because sure as shit...
So one night, while on his guard shift, the Fighter sees a shooting star (the GM apparently rolls for unusual events during the night, etc.). And, of course, he made a wish. And what did he wish for, you ask? A maiden to save.
Now, sure. Is that an appropriate thing for a mid-teens, wannabe knight to wish & dream for? Absolutely.
If you've ever made a wish in DnD (or Pathfinder), you know they're always granted as though they were from a genie or the monkey's paw. And if that doesn't mean anything to you... it means don't make wishes that can haunt you. Because they will.
And it did. Sort of.
Now, the Fighter didn't say a word about the wonderment of the falling star. Or his subsequent wish. So, there's that.
A few days later, we are approached by a forest creature that looks remarkably like a dryad. But we've got a Druid with us, so that's helpful [in case I've not made that entirely clear to this point (best Druid ever)]. So, when the Druid tells me, "Hey, that's not a Dryad. It's something else. Oh... and... it's chaotic evil," I believe her. That's what I do.
And what does the creature want? She claims a horrific monster has been tearing apart the forest nearby. She'd like help, our help, to stop it.
In case you didn't know, Dryads are often depicted as being creatures of beauty second only to nymphs & succubae.
OF COURSE the Fighter immediately responded to her plea & pledged us to helping this poor damsel in distress.
And of course he responded so quickly, we couldn't spread the word about her "identity." And, despite the Druid's apprehension concerning the creature... she is concerned that the forest might actually be in danger. So, of course, away we go.
And the entire time, the creature is flirting up a storm with the Fighter. By the end of the jaunt, I'm pretty sure he might have sworn fealty to her cause.
Annnnnyway. So we find the region that's being "devastated." We're all actually greeted by... a 25' wide line of devastation going on for acres into the woods. Okay... didn't see that coming. But, I guess it's a welcome sight versus an ambush.
After trekking through the woods for a little while, we finally come across the source of the devastation. Some sort of strange machine-golem that looks outfitted for siege combat. It's got whirling blades. Flame throwers. Chemical sprayers. And it's easily large, if not huge, size.
Great... golems. That's wonderful. There goes the Thief's usefulness...
We circle the thing, get the lay of the land & leap out of the woods in an ambush... that completely fails... due to the walking tin cans that are our Cleric & Fighter. Ahhh, the stealth rolls in medium & heavy armor. It's enough to make the Thief cry.
Surprisingly, we discover the thing is susceptible to critical & precision damage, despite being a machine. And I'm not arguing with that. As a result, the Bloodrager & the Thief deal exorbitantly disproportionate damage versus the rest of the party & we mop the floor with the thing reasonably quickly. Although, it did deal quite a lot of damage as we took it down.
By the end of the combat, the Fighter was all smiles as the not-dryad was practically singing his praise. You can imagine how well this went over with the Bloodrager, who took quite a lot of the siege-thing's damage.
Pretty sure the phrase, "To the moon, Alice," was applicable here...
Next time, on The Chronicles of "Of Course Brugo Did," Genius Raptor, Take One!