My girlfriend and I are waiting on campus for a friend of ours who is supposed to be coming over tonight to hang out while we both do work for our art classes, which entails sitting in front of the television and watching stuff while we do said work. Wheee. He hasn't called us yet to tell us he's back so we can come get him, though, soooo yeah. Even though I should be home painting, I sit here putzing around on the interweb. And since I've checked all my webcomics, DeviantArt, etc., I figured I might as well ramble about game.
A similar killing-time thing happened earlier today too, and in that time gap, I caught up on a DnD webcomic my friend Mark suggested I read. It's called "Chainmail Bikini," and it can be found here. It generally really funny, and points out some interesting things about game mechanics that even my beloved "Order of the Stick" hasn't pointed out. However, they make fun of bards SO much, and that really annoys me. I'm kinda into it now though, so I must keep reading it, and its a good comic otherwise, so I do suggest it. Just take what they say about Bards with many grains of salt.
I'm really itching to get started on my own campaign again. It has a plot now *gasp* so I really really really want to develop that more and get it going. I graduate in about a month, which means I'll have time to get it going again then, and I've been planning on that, but the hiatus I've been forced to take is really really annoying. I may do some work on it this weekend anyway just to satiate my want for it.
...As if I have time for that, or as if things in the game I play in aren't crazy enough. This is the campaign with Zoey and Tharf and everyone, by the way. We're supposed to have only a couple sessions of it left, but things are nuts, and our DM Wayne wants to do some mini epic-level campaigns when Heather needs a break from running her campaign, which is what we're going to be playing next. Not sure how I feel about that. I really really love Zoey as a character, but playing her is SOOOO frustrating. She makes me into an angrier person than normal, I feel. Maybe in the time gap between the end of this campaign and the mini ones I'll have her have found some zen ^^; I kinda just wish she and Tharf could go settle on their Island and live happily ever after....but I am quite curious to see what Wayne has up his sleeve. He knows that a lot of us are frustrated with our characters, but he seems to think that we'll all enjoy this, so I really wanna know how he's going to pull that off.
As for right now, though, even though we're in the process of saving the world and important things are happening very fast and such, Zoey's brain is going over many many plans for the future....which for some reason makes her feel better about the fact that they might not succeed. Here's what she's got in the works:
1. She needs to talk to everyone who's planning on living on her Island, because a couple of them are taking liberties with it she's not comfortable with and not asking her first *coughtscottyandstormravencough* And she's mad at Shino at the moment, so there's problems there too. So this will probably result in a big pow-wow in which she bitches everyone out and hopefully things will get resolved so we all make up and we all still live there, because I don't want to screw up any of Wayne's plans for the epic level things.
2. She wants to start a Fighting Academy on it....and details for that will get their own post sometime soon, as I don't have my notes for it in font of me.
...And my friend just gave me a call, so off we go to go get him. More on Zoey's fighting school will come later, and hopefully not too much bitching ;p
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Some Zoey/Tharf secret paper
Wow I haven't been here in forever. Life has just been too busy. Ugh. I can't wait until I graduate and have time to work on my own campaign again *wistfully dreams*
Anyway, here's a conversation between Zoey and Tharf on the way to a big battle we were about to undertake (which we won, yay!). My girlfriend and I wrote this together, so no touchy! And hopefully she won't mind me putting this up ^^;
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Note: This happened just after we left, after Tharf secluded herself from everyone below deck. Thinking that she was angry because the group chose Zoey’s mother over Blaine, Zoey went looking for her.
Finding that the door to the room she and Tharf are staying in is closed, and unable to open it, Zoey knocks on it several times. She gets the overwhelming feeling of Tharf’s desire to be left alone, but she stubbornly stays there, waiting for a response.
A few moments pass, and when there is none, she lets out a frustrated sigh and says through the door, “Tharf, come on. I…I don’t want us to be fighting. I love you.”
“Reading, love you too.”
“You’re not just reading, you’re upset.”
“Why should I be upset?” Tharf replies passive-aggressively.
“Because Blaine isn’t here. And I know you feel…” she pauses, searching for the right words “…ignored and neglected.”
“I’m not upset; my thoughts and opinions are just not meaningful to our party, so from now on I’m withholding them. I think it will leave me with a lot more time for reading.”
Tharf immediately feels strong sadness and guilt from the other side of the doorway. “Love…they are meaningful, YOU are meaningful! That’s not what I, what everyone, meant by leaving Blaine behind!”
“Its not just Blaine, it’s Ciaran too. No one really seems to care that he’s done these things, or that Shino fucked up royally, somehow I’m getting all of this slack as if I were at fault for it simply because I brought it to light. No one except you even cares about my Guild and I’m seen as unreasonable and childish. What if Ciaran had killed Jozan or one of Shino’s masters? What if he’d messed with Scotty’s people or Stormraven’s clan, or your family? Its all more important than a few dead alchemists, it’s always more important than my needs or desires. This group is selfish and takes from me when it suits them, but when I ask of something from them I am ganged up on or shot down, blamed and ignored. I tried to get out of this and it didn’t work. I tried to strategize for us and I was treated like a child. I did not choose Blaine because he is my mentor; I truly felt his power, knowledge and leadership abilities were crucial to us. However, I am not taken seriously unless we have a need to blow something up or there are deadly plants to defeat. I am sick of being one of the most levelheaded members of this group and one who has fucked up little in comparison to others, yet apparently I am not ‘human’ enough to be treated like anything except a beast of burden.”
Through her voice, Zoey can tell that Tharf is near tears, and feels through their link that she is hurt and furious. She remains totally silent while Tharf speaks, but the whole time her feeling of guilt keeps growing. “I know you know I try not to treat you childishly,” she says after a moment, “and I love you and want to stand up for and protect you more than anything…” There is a thud, like she let her head fall against the closed door. “Gods, I wish I could change this. How I’ve acted, how our friends have acted. I was very selfish and I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am…” She trails off, the Tharf feels a distinct frustration from her, and hears a pounding on the wall beside the door where the panel to open it should be. Zoey grunts and lets out a long breath. “Love, I can’t get into the room. Please let me come to you.”
“Its not you mostly, everyone else…if it weren’t for you I’d have left long ago,” Tharf replies. She unlatches the door but does not open it more than a crack. “I just feel my desire to play to the ego of our teammates waning and I fear this is going to make me choose to abandon this quest to save the world, and I’d hoped I was a better person than that.” She peers at Zoey pathetically through the crack in the door.
Zoey meets her eyes, reaching through the crack to touch her. “My love…you are an amazing person. The best person among us.”
Tharf snorts, the closest she’s ever sounded to her horse half. “That is neither the truth nor the point. I’ve just decided to leave my opinions out of our party members’ knowledge. I will be what they desire of me, a faithful and dumb beast under the domestication of our team.” Zoey then feels Tharf’s pride threaten to overtake her other emotions. “Look what I have been reduced to, a common mare, a workhorse, a mule…” Her anger swells.
Zoey bites her lip hard, feeling her own anger growing. “You are not that, love. At least you will NEVER be that to me.” She ponders something for a moment. “…If you want, we can leave and try to rescue Soriah on our own.”
“I am not fool enough to think I could survive that without the benefit of the team’s skills as a near whole, unfortunately.”
“Honestly, I don’t think either of us would. But if you want to leave, my dearest, I would go with you. I would have gone with you alone to Ironcross.”
“I know you would, hun, and I appreciate that, but I think its best not to pull a Shino right now. When this is over, however, well…it’s your island, you can do as you will, but I’d like it to be our home and I’m not sure I’d like everyone else to live in our home anymore.”
She thinks for a moment. “…Can I actually come in?” she then asks, looking around the hallway.
Tharf slides open the door and steps aside.
Zoey steps in quickly, then closes the door, latches it, and walks closer to the other side of the room. Once she thinks she’s far enough away, near the hammock bed, she motions for Tharf to join her. Tharf crosses the space to do so, lying down to be closer to eye level with Zoey.
She says then, very quietly, “I’m not sure I do either. I know I agreed to be friends with Scotty, and I like Enta, but I’m beginning to trust him less and less. He just keeps so many secrets. Stormraven I believe I could generally do without, especially if he lets Soriah or their child die. Both he and Scotty are taking liberties with my island that I’m not comfortable with. As for Shino, part of me still wants her and Jozan to be a part of our home, as I consider her family, but…I’m not sure anymore. Not entirely. She’s my sister, but she’s treated us like crap, and it might be beneficial for us to take a break from each other.”
“It would pain me the most at this point to lose Enta’s friendship,” Tharf replies, “but I care little for Scotty’s schemes. I agree that some time away from Shino would be good, and there will never be any love loss between Stormraven and myself, especially after his ‘marriage.’” She snorts out the final word, her voice filled with cynicism.
Zoey nods. “Well, his clan is supposed to leave our island when this is all over. I assume he wouldn’t be averse to leaving with them, and I don’t have a problem asking him – no, telling him to. I think Scotty should be dealt with separately…” she thinks for a moment. “I could get my father to help. But since we’re concerned about Enta, maybe we could get her to help us get him to leave.” Her voice turns bitter. “After all, he never really asked is all his crew could live on my land. But as for Shino…I think when this is over, we should really talk to her and be honest about it. I don’t know how else we’d prevent her from living there, as I can’t beat her in combat anymore.”
“She may wish to live in the Empire anyway after she marries Jozan. Besides, you wouldn’t have to beat her, just ask her to leave if that is what you wished.”
“I don’t know. Everyone seems to think they’re entitled to space on the island, even though I’m the only one who inherited it. And Jozan put all that money into carving out the mountain for us…though now that I think about it, I think Shino did ask in the first place.”
“That is your decision, my love, as it is yours to do with what you will. I just hope we will be able to call it home someday.”
Zoey takes Tharf’s hand. “It is OUR decision, my wife, and it WILL be our home,” she says with determination, though still in a hushed tone. “What do you think we should do?”
“I think we should see if we can keep it in the air before we decide who lives on it.”
Zoey sighs, letting her hand go. “I know, but making plans for the future, even if the future is insecure, makes me feel a bit better.”
“Then plan your little heart out, my love, and I will listen,” Tharf says, looking suddenly exhausted.
Zoey kisses her. “No, you look like you need some sleep.
“You can talk; I’ll just listen and rest.” She settles down and closes her eyes.
“But you’ll pass out, and not listen to me,” Zoey states, quirking an eyebrow.
“But I like to hear you by me, it’s comforting.”
At this, she caves, looking at Tharf with affection. She leans forward and kisses her nose. “All right,” she says, and sits down on the hammock. “You know, now that I think about it, it might be better to talk to everyone at once. It is kind of the same issue for everyone, though it’s a bit more complicated than that. I don’t know. And I think Scotty can scheme more easily when he’s one-on-one with a person, so if we’re in a group…”
As Zoey continues talking, very train-of-thought bordering on babble, Tharf slowly drifts off to sleep. Once Zoey realizes she’s done so, she lays down on the hammock to sleep as well, reaching out to hold Tharf’s hand as she too drifts off.
Anyway, here's a conversation between Zoey and Tharf on the way to a big battle we were about to undertake (which we won, yay!). My girlfriend and I wrote this together, so no touchy! And hopefully she won't mind me putting this up ^^;
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Note: This happened just after we left, after Tharf secluded herself from everyone below deck. Thinking that she was angry because the group chose Zoey’s mother over Blaine, Zoey went looking for her.
Finding that the door to the room she and Tharf are staying in is closed, and unable to open it, Zoey knocks on it several times. She gets the overwhelming feeling of Tharf’s desire to be left alone, but she stubbornly stays there, waiting for a response.
A few moments pass, and when there is none, she lets out a frustrated sigh and says through the door, “Tharf, come on. I…I don’t want us to be fighting. I love you.”
“Reading, love you too.”
“You’re not just reading, you’re upset.”
“Why should I be upset?” Tharf replies passive-aggressively.
“Because Blaine isn’t here. And I know you feel…” she pauses, searching for the right words “…ignored and neglected.”
“I’m not upset; my thoughts and opinions are just not meaningful to our party, so from now on I’m withholding them. I think it will leave me with a lot more time for reading.”
Tharf immediately feels strong sadness and guilt from the other side of the doorway. “Love…they are meaningful, YOU are meaningful! That’s not what I, what everyone, meant by leaving Blaine behind!”
“Its not just Blaine, it’s Ciaran too. No one really seems to care that he’s done these things, or that Shino fucked up royally, somehow I’m getting all of this slack as if I were at fault for it simply because I brought it to light. No one except you even cares about my Guild and I’m seen as unreasonable and childish. What if Ciaran had killed Jozan or one of Shino’s masters? What if he’d messed with Scotty’s people or Stormraven’s clan, or your family? Its all more important than a few dead alchemists, it’s always more important than my needs or desires. This group is selfish and takes from me when it suits them, but when I ask of something from them I am ganged up on or shot down, blamed and ignored. I tried to get out of this and it didn’t work. I tried to strategize for us and I was treated like a child. I did not choose Blaine because he is my mentor; I truly felt his power, knowledge and leadership abilities were crucial to us. However, I am not taken seriously unless we have a need to blow something up or there are deadly plants to defeat. I am sick of being one of the most levelheaded members of this group and one who has fucked up little in comparison to others, yet apparently I am not ‘human’ enough to be treated like anything except a beast of burden.”
Through her voice, Zoey can tell that Tharf is near tears, and feels through their link that she is hurt and furious. She remains totally silent while Tharf speaks, but the whole time her feeling of guilt keeps growing. “I know you know I try not to treat you childishly,” she says after a moment, “and I love you and want to stand up for and protect you more than anything…” There is a thud, like she let her head fall against the closed door. “Gods, I wish I could change this. How I’ve acted, how our friends have acted. I was very selfish and I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am…” She trails off, the Tharf feels a distinct frustration from her, and hears a pounding on the wall beside the door where the panel to open it should be. Zoey grunts and lets out a long breath. “Love, I can’t get into the room. Please let me come to you.”
“Its not you mostly, everyone else…if it weren’t for you I’d have left long ago,” Tharf replies. She unlatches the door but does not open it more than a crack. “I just feel my desire to play to the ego of our teammates waning and I fear this is going to make me choose to abandon this quest to save the world, and I’d hoped I was a better person than that.” She peers at Zoey pathetically through the crack in the door.
Zoey meets her eyes, reaching through the crack to touch her. “My love…you are an amazing person. The best person among us.”
Tharf snorts, the closest she’s ever sounded to her horse half. “That is neither the truth nor the point. I’ve just decided to leave my opinions out of our party members’ knowledge. I will be what they desire of me, a faithful and dumb beast under the domestication of our team.” Zoey then feels Tharf’s pride threaten to overtake her other emotions. “Look what I have been reduced to, a common mare, a workhorse, a mule…” Her anger swells.
Zoey bites her lip hard, feeling her own anger growing. “You are not that, love. At least you will NEVER be that to me.” She ponders something for a moment. “…If you want, we can leave and try to rescue Soriah on our own.”
“I am not fool enough to think I could survive that without the benefit of the team’s skills as a near whole, unfortunately.”
“Honestly, I don’t think either of us would. But if you want to leave, my dearest, I would go with you. I would have gone with you alone to Ironcross.”
“I know you would, hun, and I appreciate that, but I think its best not to pull a Shino right now. When this is over, however, well…it’s your island, you can do as you will, but I’d like it to be our home and I’m not sure I’d like everyone else to live in our home anymore.”
She thinks for a moment. “…Can I actually come in?” she then asks, looking around the hallway.
Tharf slides open the door and steps aside.
Zoey steps in quickly, then closes the door, latches it, and walks closer to the other side of the room. Once she thinks she’s far enough away, near the hammock bed, she motions for Tharf to join her. Tharf crosses the space to do so, lying down to be closer to eye level with Zoey.
She says then, very quietly, “I’m not sure I do either. I know I agreed to be friends with Scotty, and I like Enta, but I’m beginning to trust him less and less. He just keeps so many secrets. Stormraven I believe I could generally do without, especially if he lets Soriah or their child die. Both he and Scotty are taking liberties with my island that I’m not comfortable with. As for Shino, part of me still wants her and Jozan to be a part of our home, as I consider her family, but…I’m not sure anymore. Not entirely. She’s my sister, but she’s treated us like crap, and it might be beneficial for us to take a break from each other.”
“It would pain me the most at this point to lose Enta’s friendship,” Tharf replies, “but I care little for Scotty’s schemes. I agree that some time away from Shino would be good, and there will never be any love loss between Stormraven and myself, especially after his ‘marriage.’” She snorts out the final word, her voice filled with cynicism.
Zoey nods. “Well, his clan is supposed to leave our island when this is all over. I assume he wouldn’t be averse to leaving with them, and I don’t have a problem asking him – no, telling him to. I think Scotty should be dealt with separately…” she thinks for a moment. “I could get my father to help. But since we’re concerned about Enta, maybe we could get her to help us get him to leave.” Her voice turns bitter. “After all, he never really asked is all his crew could live on my land. But as for Shino…I think when this is over, we should really talk to her and be honest about it. I don’t know how else we’d prevent her from living there, as I can’t beat her in combat anymore.”
“She may wish to live in the Empire anyway after she marries Jozan. Besides, you wouldn’t have to beat her, just ask her to leave if that is what you wished.”
“I don’t know. Everyone seems to think they’re entitled to space on the island, even though I’m the only one who inherited it. And Jozan put all that money into carving out the mountain for us…though now that I think about it, I think Shino did ask in the first place.”
“That is your decision, my love, as it is yours to do with what you will. I just hope we will be able to call it home someday.”
Zoey takes Tharf’s hand. “It is OUR decision, my wife, and it WILL be our home,” she says with determination, though still in a hushed tone. “What do you think we should do?”
“I think we should see if we can keep it in the air before we decide who lives on it.”
Zoey sighs, letting her hand go. “I know, but making plans for the future, even if the future is insecure, makes me feel a bit better.”
“Then plan your little heart out, my love, and I will listen,” Tharf says, looking suddenly exhausted.
Zoey kisses her. “No, you look like you need some sleep.
“You can talk; I’ll just listen and rest.” She settles down and closes her eyes.
“But you’ll pass out, and not listen to me,” Zoey states, quirking an eyebrow.
“But I like to hear you by me, it’s comforting.”
At this, she caves, looking at Tharf with affection. She leans forward and kisses her nose. “All right,” she says, and sits down on the hammock. “You know, now that I think about it, it might be better to talk to everyone at once. It is kind of the same issue for everyone, though it’s a bit more complicated than that. I don’t know. And I think Scotty can scheme more easily when he’s one-on-one with a person, so if we’re in a group…”
As Zoey continues talking, very train-of-thought bordering on babble, Tharf slowly drifts off to sleep. Once Zoey realizes she’s done so, she lays down on the hammock to sleep as well, reaching out to hold Tharf’s hand as she too drifts off.
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