#there was also 'i dont think we can destroy this magic rune about to explode but i can turn the table its on to ash'

[nejackdaw]

Thinking about that time in our first campaign my character's dad (adoptive, a very important baron) almost died.

Apparently, he was supposed to. He was not supposed to survive contact with the lich. Don't even ask me how or why we got to the lich, genuinely all I remember is panicking because all of a sudden he had like five hit points and as the party schemer I had two thoughts that erased my awareness of everything else: (1) MY FUCKING DAD (2) THIS LICH IS GOING TO KILL US.

See, my job is finding ways to get us out of things, and as a wizard, I was well equipped to handle that. Except thought one, "MY FUCKING DAD," took priority over EVERYTHING ELSE. My little wizard was orphaned and down his only brother. This guy was all he had. His whole world. World's #1 dad.

... And the lich almost one shot him. He was collapsed on the ground and struggling for breath. This did not register as a cinematic moment to me because I was PANICKING. We roll initiative.

The lich rolls highest. I'm frantically looking through my notes to see what's available to me. Tries to kill me, too. Counterspell.

My turn. Throwing ALL CAUTION to the wind, plan only vaguely half formed, I run up to the baron and tell the DM I'm going to drag him back to the party.

"Your speed is halved from carrying him. You can't make it in 15 feet."

There's dead silence. Everyone is waiting for my response. Seconds of silence. "What are you going to do?" (DM speak for "please hurry up.")

"... I'm a tabaxi. I can make it in 30."

I double my movement speed and drag him back there anyway, to the confused relief of the party. Our sponsor (MY FUCKING DAD) is safe for right this second, but how are we going to fight a LICH?

"Anything else?"

"... I have a scroll of teleport in my bag. And I'm within 10 feet of everyone." Most importantly, I'd DUCKED BEHIND A WALL OF BARRELS AND CRATES so the motherfucker couldn't see me to counterspell.

There's dead silence for a few moments. The voice chat proceeds to blast my eardrums with excited cheering and laughing. The DM and I both pull up the spell. "Roll for it. Where are you going?"

"Home."

I roll a 99. We vanish from the lich's lair and are deposited, battered, bleeding, without guidance, in the charred, crumbled ruins of what had been the baron and I's residence. (It had not been that way until very recently. It was news to me.) There's relieved silence. There's an emotional reunion in what remains of our living room. I cast Tiny Hut in a defensible corner of the ruins after we all chat and we get what sleep we can.

(The DM would later confess that the baron wasn't supposed to survive and he had to change his plans now lol. We were supposed to be cut off from all resources at that point. My dad showed up in the final fight since he'd survived TWO murder attempts [ig the BBEG was the third lmao] and, well. I schemed then, too.)

#dnd #LET ME TELL YOU #the utter SILENCE. after 'you cant make it' #my heart was POUNDING. there was NOTHING to me other than this situation i was blind to the world #the DESPERATION when i remembered im a tabaxi and YES i COULD #but there were still other variables i had to account for #positioning. THE LICH. would the spell even work? where would we end up? we were out of almost everything #would i just drop us into another danger and it was all for nothing? #UGH #'i can make it in 30' i have never sounded so determined about ANYTHING in my LIFE #other schemes include 'suggest spell the enemy wizard give me his spell focus' #(he was too high level for us to fight but they wouldnt run. session ended mid combat and i spent the week plotting) #(roughly the decision was 'well he thinks were friends [charmed] and im ALSO a wizard so he wouldnt see an issue') #(dm had the spell wear off as soon as i grabbed it and we. two WIZARDS. played tug of war with the staff) #there was also 'i dont think we can destroy this magic rune about to explode but i can turn the table its on to ash' #not to mention 'hey i dont think we can fight that giant. phantasmal force loser' (we were in a narrow mountain pass) #(we were apparently supposed to fight him. the dm just had him show up when we went to go BACK through the pass) #update: it was phantasmal KILLER not force. i needed the fear effect so we could escape. i got the names mixed up #also i won the tug of war and proceeded to never use the magic item #now. the fully charged staff of power. well. thats a different story #rip the bbeg #oh this is. a long post i should add a read more #also on the slim off chance one of you recognizes this post no you didnt im not here