D&D, burglar alarms, christmas hols, pants
Dec. 9th, 2003 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kingandyAvid readers will know that last night was the regular Forgotten Realms game. It was good, though ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arwel refuses to accept that resting up would have been a better plan than immediately attacking the enemy stronghold, low on health and out of spells. There was something to be said for striking while the iron was hot, but there's also something to be said for letting sleeping dogs lie. Plus - if they were dead set on assaulting the stronghold they would have done well to take the whole party and not run away at the first sign of reinforcements. If you're going to do it, you might at least do it right... give the enemy some actual wounds to lick rather than lead them right to our own poorly-fortified lair (we broke into it last week) so they can immediately attack in force. Luckily they only had CR2 soldiers (albeit equipped with heavy plate armour). We killed 27, and next week there will be 15 more to deal with at the bottom of the tower (I think).
Of course, the plan and execution was all perfectly in character for Dorn Thunderhammer.
samharber spent a considerable amount of time looking up rules that could be used against himself, and insisting that he should be at a disadvantage, when even the DM was saying "No, I don't care, you're fine." I think that means he's Lawful. That, or he's really keen on his back-up character concept.
Burglar alarm went off last night. This was my fault, for not ensuring the (interior) kitchen door was firmly bolted before going to bed - the bolt slipped out and the door swung open at about 3AM, setting the alarm off. Pathetically I then got the alarm code wrong about twenty or thirty times before remembering that it was not, in fact, the code I was mindlessly trying over and over and over - I could remember the shape of the buttons alright but had got the double-press in the wrong place. As if to punish me for my stupidity, the landing light chose that moment to explode, taking all the downstairs lights with it. It was like my own personal slice of hell, the Hell of Noise and Darkness.
Katy helped with candles and was mercifully unoffended. I think she started off a bit annoyed by her sleep being interrupted ("Andyyyy," she moaned plaintively as she pulled her door open after the first couple of minutes of hellish wailing, as though it was my fault or I was doing it on purpose to annoy her, which I thought was a little bit harsh because we didn't know it was my fault at that point and I might have failed to turn the alarm off on account of being stabbed by burglars). Eventually I got my head together, and we flipped the fusebox switches, left the alarm off and went back to bed.
Apparently Katy doesn't bother with the alarm when she is alone, because, I don't know, she likes the idea of strange men wandering around the house or something. And I thought she left it off because she knew I'd be home late ... oh well.
I have booked 24th December - 2nd January off work. Unfortunately most of my friends have not.arwel has, though, so we shall spend that week together, getting into japes and seeing who has the largest christmas presents.
Last night we got into a discussion about the button fly jean. I maintain that it is contrary to the point of a fly, at least on man's pants, which is to allow ease of urination by enabling tackle access without necessitating the removal of aforementioned pants. (Woman's pants have a fly so that they can get the relatively narrow waist aperture around the wide, childbearing hips. Obviously man's pants share this facility but the primary function is urinatory.) No belts need to be undone and there is no risk of pantfalldownage. I have owned a button fly jean in the past, and I found it most uncomfortable as I was worrying about said falldownage.arwel maintained that the only true, manly way to urinate is to undo all and sundry and let belt and trouser flap freely while you go about your business. (Perhaps it is a size issue, I can see certain related logistical points.) ghostbritain interjected with the point that, all urination aside, button flys have the advantage of rapid-trouser-removal for the purposes of nookie, plus it is sexy to tear trousers off. While this is an excellent point, I remain firm in my belief that the button fly is wholly and fundamentally wrong. For one thing all sexiness goes out of the window if you get the angle slightly wrong and get stuck at the first button.
arwel refuses to accept that resting up would have been a better plan than immediately attacking the enemy stronghold, low on health and out of spells. There was something to be said for striking while the iron was hot, but there's also something to be said for letting sleeping dogs lie. Plus - if they were dead set on assaulting the stronghold they would have done well to take the whole party and not run away at the first sign of reinforcements. If you're going to do it, you might at least do it right... give the enemy some actual wounds to lick rather than lead them right to our own poorly-fortified lair (we broke into it last week) so they can immediately attack in force. Luckily they only had CR2 soldiers (albeit equipped with heavy plate armour). We killed 27, and next week there will be 15 more to deal with at the bottom of the tower (I think).Of course, the plan and execution was all perfectly in character for Dorn Thunderhammer.
samharber spent a considerable amount of time looking up rules that could be used against himself, and insisting that he should be at a disadvantage, when even the DM was saying "No, I don't care, you're fine." I think that means he's Lawful. That, or he's really keen on his back-up character concept.Burglar alarm went off last night. This was my fault, for not ensuring the (interior) kitchen door was firmly bolted before going to bed - the bolt slipped out and the door swung open at about 3AM, setting the alarm off. Pathetically I then got the alarm code wrong about twenty or thirty times before remembering that it was not, in fact, the code I was mindlessly trying over and over and over - I could remember the shape of the buttons alright but had got the double-press in the wrong place. As if to punish me for my stupidity, the landing light chose that moment to explode, taking all the downstairs lights with it. It was like my own personal slice of hell, the Hell of Noise and Darkness.
Katy helped with candles and was mercifully unoffended. I think she started off a bit annoyed by her sleep being interrupted ("Andyyyy," she moaned plaintively as she pulled her door open after the first couple of minutes of hellish wailing, as though it was my fault or I was doing it on purpose to annoy her, which I thought was a little bit harsh because we didn't know it was my fault at that point and I might have failed to turn the alarm off on account of being stabbed by burglars). Eventually I got my head together, and we flipped the fusebox switches, left the alarm off and went back to bed.
Apparently Katy doesn't bother with the alarm when she is alone, because, I don't know, she likes the idea of strange men wandering around the house or something. And I thought she left it off because she knew I'd be home late ... oh well.
I have booked 24th December - 2nd January off work. Unfortunately most of my friends have not.
arwel has, though, so we shall spend that week together, getting into japes and seeing who has the largest christmas presents.Last night we got into a discussion about the button fly jean. I maintain that it is contrary to the point of a fly, at least on man's pants, which is to allow ease of urination by enabling tackle access without necessitating the removal of aforementioned pants. (Woman's pants have a fly so that they can get the relatively narrow waist aperture around the wide, childbearing hips. Obviously man's pants share this facility but the primary function is urinatory.) No belts need to be undone and there is no risk of pantfalldownage. I have owned a button fly jean in the past, and I found it most uncomfortable as I was worrying about said falldownage.
arwel maintained that the only true, manly way to urinate is to undo all and sundry and let belt and trouser flap freely while you go about your business. (Perhaps it is a size issue, I can see certain related logistical points.) ghostbritain interjected with the point that, all urination aside, button flys have the advantage of rapid-trouser-removal for the purposes of nookie, plus it is sexy to tear trousers off. While this is an excellent point, I remain firm in my belief that the button fly is wholly and fundamentally wrong. For one thing all sexiness goes out of the window if you get the angle slightly wrong and get stuck at the first button.
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Date: 2003-12-09 08:18 am (UTC)Woodrun is partly upset about being left behind, and partly annoyed that we pulled back so soon. We didn't really achieve much other than stir up the hornets. :)