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valkryorWeirdly vivid dream this morning.
It was a roleplaying/LARPing dream. There was a group of us and a group of them in a brawl. WE weren't physically fighting (touch is only with consent), but our characters were. Them were a high-level party, with a missing party member that everyone referred to as Superman (dude was seriously over-powered). Us was happy that Them was missing Supes, because Us was a lower level party and needed strategy and sneakiness to get past Them.
The room is set up where I was sitting at the end of long table, the DMs/Storytellers behind a counter at the other end of the table. Game is on.
I was playing an assassin (this is the closest image I can find to the one in my head), with a penchant for backstabs and poisoned blades. I knew, in character, that killing anyone of Them would mean death for Us, so my character, Raven, decided to use something instead of poison: sleeping draught. It would take any of her victims out of immediate combat, but they would wake up with the WORST hangover of their lives long after the dust had settled.
It was a solid plan and it actually worked.
Because three (? - I think it was three) members of Them were futzing around at my end of the table IN GAME and with their backs to me, I used the opportunity to take them off the board. Three attacks, all successful, and all of them had to quietly sit out the rest of the game. Us was mostly victorious except for one minor snag: the player who had Supes (who looked a lot like this, minus the blood) showed up at the very last minute of game.
Supes found his three fallen comrades, all downed by a single stab to the back, and went for vengeance. With permission, Supes' player and I were physical for effect. I remember standing in front of the counter, him behind me, the three that Raven had downed to the left of us, in a very comfortable headlock (comfortable because dude was actually really sweet and his hands were warm and headlocks are kind of more intimate that most people want to admit), trying to get a DM's attention.
The storytelling team was distracted by other players, end of game stuff, someone brought in a baby. It was chaos.
Finally we were noticed and went into a hallway to finish the rest of this. Three of Them stood to one side whilst Supes and Raven played a game of cat-and-mouse down an alley way. Once Supes caught her, Raven confessed that his companions weren't dead, merely sleeping. By this point, Raven was pretty beat up and Supes' hands and wrists were scratched up. Because she hadn't killed his friends, Supes knocked her out instead of snapping her neck.
Then I woke up.
But man, that feeling of being gently manhandled by a big guy with warm hands has stayed. Can't say I mind. ;)
It was a roleplaying/LARPing dream. There was a group of us and a group of them in a brawl. WE weren't physically fighting (touch is only with consent), but our characters were. Them were a high-level party, with a missing party member that everyone referred to as Superman (dude was seriously over-powered). Us was happy that Them was missing Supes, because Us was a lower level party and needed strategy and sneakiness to get past Them.
The room is set up where I was sitting at the end of long table, the DMs/Storytellers behind a counter at the other end of the table. Game is on.
I was playing an assassin (this is the closest image I can find to the one in my head), with a penchant for backstabs and poisoned blades. I knew, in character, that killing anyone of Them would mean death for Us, so my character, Raven, decided to use something instead of poison: sleeping draught. It would take any of her victims out of immediate combat, but they would wake up with the WORST hangover of their lives long after the dust had settled.
It was a solid plan and it actually worked.
Because three (? - I think it was three) members of Them were futzing around at my end of the table IN GAME and with their backs to me, I used the opportunity to take them off the board. Three attacks, all successful, and all of them had to quietly sit out the rest of the game. Us was mostly victorious except for one minor snag: the player who had Supes (who looked a lot like this, minus the blood) showed up at the very last minute of game.
Supes found his three fallen comrades, all downed by a single stab to the back, and went for vengeance. With permission, Supes' player and I were physical for effect. I remember standing in front of the counter, him behind me, the three that Raven had downed to the left of us, in a very comfortable headlock (comfortable because dude was actually really sweet and his hands were warm and headlocks are kind of more intimate that most people want to admit), trying to get a DM's attention.
The storytelling team was distracted by other players, end of game stuff, someone brought in a baby. It was chaos.
Finally we were noticed and went into a hallway to finish the rest of this. Three of Them stood to one side whilst Supes and Raven played a game of cat-and-mouse down an alley way. Once Supes caught her, Raven confessed that his companions weren't dead, merely sleeping. By this point, Raven was pretty beat up and Supes' hands and wrists were scratched up. Because she hadn't killed his friends, Supes knocked her out instead of snapping her neck.
Then I woke up.
But man, that feeling of being gently manhandled by a big guy with warm hands has stayed. Can't say I mind. ;)
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