Notes for my therapist-entry 1

[FlaggonKegslayr]

My therapist told me to jot down thoughts throughout the day to discuss. As a fighter I'm trying to give up my murder-hobo ways and actually look for quests that might help others and give meaning to my existence. But then I see how close I am to getting a rust monster or wraith pet and the joy overwhelms me. I'm so close I can feel the hair on my lower back tingle. Excuse me but I have to go take care of something completely unrelated.

 

[Jaylenn Revik]

Thoughts of a Multichar Player,

5 Characters, All of them in various stages of levels, Various classes, No plans or at least the ones that make sense. Perhaps I need to make some... hmmm, a Book on How to Dominate the World Dungeons and Dragons Style... First action.. Kill the damn magic users... After that its a free for all

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

You need more therapy than I do. Let me give you the name of my guy, his name's Fred, he hangs out in House J and he really has a way of getting into your head. If you can get him to shut up he's a really good listener.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-2

Looking back, it probably wasn't the smartest thing as a recovering murder-hobo sending a barbarian alt to hunt rust monsters so that I could have a new pet. He came through for me, maxing out his kills in Ataraxia's Haven in the process, those cats, scorpions and rusties never knew what hit them. Little buggers are heavier than they look too. My little one is so heavy I bet his tongue alone weighs a ton.
The bright side of everything is that my ax did no unreasonable killing, so I guess the process is working. Midjet (the barb alt) on the other hand should probably talk to someone, there aren't many beings that can stomach the goings on in a half-orcs head much less the black out rages of a barbarian. Just hearing about what it takes to clean his armor and the pieces he finds still in it can turn a seasoned veteran green. But I'm off topic, no killing for no reason let's see if I can make the week.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-3

My therapist wasn't all that upset with me this week. He explained that by me giving the order to kill is just as bad as doing the killing myself. I tried to disagree, but he was having none of it. I mentioned how upset my sentient axe was and how it shamed me for going so long without a meaningful slaughter, but apparently I was in the wrong without even getting blood in my eyes. What's a guild leader to do? Maybe if I go smack some aberrations around in the sane asylum I'll feel better, or I can see if Yaulthoon needs that squishy head turned inside out? Either way, it's the details that make Fred's tentacles squirm. Well, I'm off to do some damage.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-4

Well, I went and smacked Lailat around a bit today. The little lady wants a torc and she will drag every alt I have to get one on the proper girl. We're coming up on another 20th run in a few days so I hope it doesn't elude her again. My caster hasn't been pulling his own weight. How many TRs does he need before he takes on epics again? As the only caster in my stable, he gets all the sparklies my ranged and melees find useless. He's got plenty of stuff like sets from 3rd level, 5th, 8th, 10th, 15th he's got more clothes than a woman. I swear by my ear hairs that he better go out and kill something or learn to cook. Does magic food taste any better then regular food? I think I'll take some frustration out on the marsh, those bullywugs, lizard folk and sahuagin all reproduce by laying hundreds of eggs so maybe they'll repopulate the place in a couple decades after I'm through. Happy hunting!

 

[Livmo]

Thoughts of a Multichar Player,

5 Characters, All of them in various stages of levels, Various classes, No plans or at least the ones that make sense. Perhaps I need to make some... hmmm, a Book on How to Dominate the World Dungeons and Dragons Style... First action.. Kill the damn magic users... After that its a free for all

I suffer from Blood Lust. No matter what class or build I play I'm a barbarian at heart

 

[Br4d]

Barbarian at heart but all I wanna do is shout! You make me wanna shout! Come on baby, shout!

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-5

Raid day again, slashing creatures that disappear banished back to their home plane isn't nearly as fun as nearly chopping someone in half and kicking them of a cliff or high bridge so they have the feeling of the wind rushing through their open wounds until their body breaks and bounces off the rocks when they land. There's nothing like a good thud when they hit solid, body parts pushed into the cracks that only bugs should know of. The cloud of dust from the impact and the birds scattering in freight is almost as beautiful as the blood red color of the harvest moon.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-6

You Gnolls know what you did and your lucky that you also know every cave and hole in the desert, otherwise those cousins of yours in Meridia would be very lonely after the wreckage I left behind. The Scorrow and Drow were at least smart enough to dig deap and disappear when they saw me coming and those brainless undead got shattered and I had splintered bones, dry wrappings and husks of whatever the scarabs left behind as your afterlife concubines stuck to my shield and clinging to every sharp surface of my armor. It's going to be weeks before that stuff falls off on it's own. There's no point of me ever going back there, except to keep that Marilith and her kind gone from the place. My therapist might be okay with these notes, there's no mention of stomping on throats, yanking out tongues, eye gouging or even disarming spears and pulling a Vlad the Impaler all through Menechtarun. I didn't even mention the slurping or squishy sounds the bodies made or that the Gnoll hair gets in your mouth when you hit them critically. I can deal with the spray of blood, sweat and other bodily fluids but that course hair is where I draw the line. The smell gets to you too. The smell of death and rot, flies and their progeny and that nasty Gnoll hair just stinks, I think I prefer the undead.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-7

What a day! The sun is shining, the air is sweet and you may not cross this bridge without my permission! Defending a place, whether it's a castle, a temple, gate to the inner city, a boat from being boarded or even a path from being taken over by thieves is fun to me. I don't have to look for ambushes or traps or even the little fraidy cats hiding under furniture, in closets or posing as poor old ladies, they all come right up one, two or several at a time to get dropped by a good critical hit. If the pickings are a bit slow, I admit to using the flat of my ax to make the mayhem last longer, but I'm never reckless. Now I have been known to dungeon dive and I've even cleared a few heads from the inside out, heck I even caused a mountain peak to crash into a different mountain, I got paid well for each job and even collected a shiny or two (dozen). But those days are behind me. Oh sure, friends might come by saying they need my help with a job and I'll do my part unless its an escort (they don't know how to shut up and always try to help), a backtrack where you clear out enemies for hours it seems, end up at a dead end and have to walk all the way back to where you started just to do it again in a new direction and tossers. A tosser is when you have to make a hundred jumps only to have a jet of air toss you way up high and across the room. As a Dwarf, I am against being tossed in most fashions, I have powerful legs and can spring surprisingly far, but repetitive hopping only to have air blown up your back side is terrifying. I also will not work with or for anyone named Coyle as a personal preference.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Entry-8

This one steams me, have you ever been sent out to get something or someone, cut through fortifications and ambushes only to find a weasel begging for his life, not wanting to die, saying that they only work for the big bad. You know that until you got there he was a "yes man" that supported every bad decision, power grabbing, lying just to make money, going as far as to call everyone else out and blame them for how they earn a living adventuring. Those are the cowards I like to slam my hammer between their shoulder blades so they can't move, then I set my little gelatinous cube pet at their feet and take an extended rest. The screams they make aren't much worse than an orc bard's singing, but it's music to my ears.

 

[Br4d]

Well you're not really there to see it but imagine what your hirelings are saying to the boss that just took you down.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

Well you're not really there to see it but imagine what your hirelings are saying to the boss that just took you down.

I don't do hirelings, their loyalty is to the coin. I run with family and friends and I haven't been taken down yet. I'm the one that pulls them out of a mess, brushes them off and then I get properly gory. Hirelings don't do that, they turn on you like the snake headed chick that turned half the party against me, the dog faced weirdos in the demonweb, the rogue in the haunted house in the marshes or that bastard Coyle! If I ever come across an other Coyle in this life or the next, I'm displaying him on a spear to the camp Vlad Tepes style.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

ENTRY-9

I returned to my youth recently and 20 feels better than ever. I talked to a number of people who sent me in the right direction of adventure and an opportunity, to do a bit of good by eliminating a little bad or a big bad in some cases. They shared with me experiences I had long left behind in different chapters and sagas of my past. With the assistance of the shrine on my guild ship and nip of a concoction or two, I was as healthy as I was in my mid-twenties. Sure I would do it all again if I could get to point where my old armor fit as well as it did, but for now I need to wear something more appropriate with my current standings. Of course it needs to be durable and assist me in busting a couple heads, but it also needs to protect my vulnerable places until I'm back at my peak. If anyone needs me I'm not hard to find because I leave a distinct trail, you may want to hurry though, those bodies put off an odor you don't want to linger in.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

ENTRY-10

What a slaughter, thousands destroyed but hardly a life to miss. The necropolis is always so smooth and rhythmic to me, I slice and chop with my axe like a conductor in front of an orchestra, throw the shield "CRASH", spring on them before they can figure out what happened and charge into the next group waiting. Technically it isn't killing because they are already dead, but the crumble of a skeleton or the surprised look on a ghost when they realize incorporeality won't save them or the vampires, so many vampires, screaming aloud like all the souls they've taken escaping all at once is music to my ears. Of course there were a few bodies left behind, but most I mean all of them were werewolves, flesh golems, zombies and other underlings. The big band music of Tony Bennett was in my head as 'I got mummy dust under my skin' and 'I cleft wolf hearts in epic necro'. Running through that wilderness in epic is 'Night and Day' compared to other areas.

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

ENTRY-11

I'm back! It's taken a month, three portals and learning to ride half a dozen new creatures to get back, but I'm here. There's plenty of treasure in any place crawling with undead so I funded a stay-venture at my favorite pub when we got back. Three days until I blacked out and woke up in a tent in the middle of nowhere. I think something tried to take my armor, judging from the scratches and dents I found. But I'll tell you, this armor isn't coming off against my will without a giant sized can opener and two buckets of lube. With the position I was in, I'd say they only had one, lucky for me. Rivets were tight, straps were secure and my belt only had one teleport left, but I made it back. Who wants to celebrate?!

 

[Teh_Troll]

I suffer from Blood Lust.

I enjoy it.

 

[Yvonne Blacksword]

(I play a ranged character so I can shoot everyone dead before they get close to me...)
(my therapist already knows i have social anxiety)
(met a hobo the other day. she hunted me down in the desert and I kindly walked her back to her camp before anyone died...)

 

[FlaggonKegslayr]

ENTRY-12

Oh my friends and allies, I cannot stress the importance of having the right equipment for the right job. One of my minions took a job in Wheloon to dispatch shadows, reapers and a few nuts. At one point four reapers and I believe two groups of shadows came at him. They approached with such hate and confidence that they can rend you while we struggle to even hit them. Until they saw that the maul he was carrying splitting through the air and the ethereal dimension solidly connecting and banefully damaging every soul it encounters. Have you ever seen an undead reconsider all life and afterlife decisions it ever made? So don't forget, a little research can really put a smile on your face when it comes to crushing the soul out of an enemy. Also, when armed with a black razor or echo of black razor, you can actually watch the soul get consumed by the weapon, a little extra treat.