Impaled and Forgotten Dream RPG, I just recalled.

Sleeping out in front of the house with my feet impaled by the Yucca and my hands out in the cold. I was awakened by a huge tan cat face huffing in my own. It was a mountain lion. I said hello and it backed away. It growled low, so I growled back. When T-Rex came out to see what I was growling about I tried to get up to chase the mountain lion away. The spines in my feet and frozen hands prevented me from moving, so I had to just growl louder. T-Rex spotted the lion and dove under the car, out of reach, just in time.

 

The second dream was much less disturbing, but now it is lost due to the huge amount of time that has passed. I really need to make the time in the morning to at least jot down a couple of notes. Darn. Oh, Now I remember, I was playing in a game being GM’d by ML. I was playing some sort of weak mage newbie, and for some reason the group had left me to face the mountain lion by myself. ML was really trying hard to kill me off for some reason, and was really upset when my first parry struck the lion on the head. He was even more ticked when he found out I was parrying with my torch, and not the very expensive staff. (Fire having a fright effect on natural animals.) I don’t know why he was so ticked off, his own characters in my games are tanks. I was attacked by the creature’s second attack and parried again “How can you have enough points to do that!”

“It’s only half strength, so I can save three more for running away when I finally have initiative. I have 12 action points, only used 6 for the first parry.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I actually had a parry/trip as a maneuver, so just tossed the dice, a double effect, and near max on the damage roll. I managed, with the few pints of armor I owned to avoid taking any damage. M refused, however, to apply my damage overage to the critter.

The rest of the players grumbled. I didn’t see any of them leaping in to help, though. “It must be a dire lion, or a possessed creature.”

“Perhaps it’s just rabid,” offered SV.

“I use my remaining AP’s to evade back towards the rest of the group, keeping the torch between it and me.”

“Why are you leading it back here!” AH complained.

“You’re the tank, you take care of it. I’m running around in a sack cloth dress!” I rolled for initiative. M rolled a two and changed it to an 8, claiming the lion had 6 carryover APs. (Despite having made two attacks, not possible unless it was magically enhanced.) I reminded the rest of the group that they had full AP carryovers for their initiatives. M grumbled, but had to admit that was true.

I woke wondering why I was being singled out for abuse, the random memories of every trap or ambush the whole night having been sprung on my character. It was so obvious that even M’s wife had commented on it. I wasn’t even running out ahead of the group or taking chances, playing a “classic” mage with very little in the way of protection from physical harm.

As I wrote that last paragraph, I realized that this is a recurring theme. My character, in a game of some sort, becomes the poop magnet.

 

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