Tag: Fiction

Ministrations of the Wayward Mage

Ministrations of the Wayward Mage

I didn’t explicitly state it before, but if anyone gives a shit, Luke is a Wild Magic Sorcerer. Whenever he casts spells, there’s a chance for something random to happen. Maybe good, maybe bad, maybe neither!

As his Barovian adventure went on, he pursued some different paths. Mechanically, this was represented by multi-classing. This decision was much more driven by narrative, however. (Trust me, Sorcerer/Wizard is not by any stretch an ‘optimal’ choice.)

This scene took place after a wild magic surge-filled battle at a winery. Luke takes some time to reflect in the church of the Morninglord, at the edge of the small village of Vallaki.

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Hot Hands Luke

Hot Hands Luke

Luke Hartman is a character I play in a Curse of Strahd campaign that’s been going on for over a year now. All I knew when we started playing was that he was looking for someone. I kind of… found his history out as the campaign went on. Here’s what it eventually coalesced into:

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Spare Change

Spare Change

“The reality we perceive

is the reality we believe.”

I can’t remember who said it, or if anybody actually said it, really. It might’ve been written down somewhere, or carved into the side of a bathroom stall for all I know. Either way, it just sounded like some sort of new-agey, feel good bullshit to me. But not to Terry.

Oh hell no, not that idiot Terry. A couple of months ago he saw this fake-ass documentary pushing the religion of some cult out in Washington state under the guise of ‘quantum physics’ and he just ate that shit right up. When I told him this dumbass line about rearranging everything, he ate that shit right up, too.

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