#thewalkingfish

Ya girl first started up her DND after a friend of mine made one and it was amazing. I enjoyed it so much I felt inspired to make a campaign of my own with the intention of inviting them to try and impress them anyway I could in my DND. They made a strange character that I worked my ass off to work into the story/world, I listened to their critiques, their likes, and I thanked them every time for it. I respected their opinion and I acted like I didn't know why. Truth be told I never had a "father" so I was destined to view older male figures as father figures. Take a wild guess who it was this time. Sure this was definitely selfish of me and I shouldn't have given them so much responsibility because of my own traumas and etc. I can't control it but I still feel terrible. I could never be mad at them even during the end when everything fell apart.

So anyway my campaigns have always been about making that one guy happy and I failed at it. So I was ready to throw in the towel and call it quits when fucking the idea of a cowboys campaign hit me like a TRUCK! I invited some friends old and new. It was a weird bunch and of course I invited "him" to it, so I was excited to try and impress them once again, but they ended up being too busy and couldn't join which was fine but it caused me to not want to continue to run the campaign, but then my friends told me how much fun they were having. I felt inclined to stay and run it.

We had so much fun and it was the best thing to ever happen to me since meeting Adam. I streamed this campaign of course but I never let it influence my decisions regarding my campaign. I never wanted the stream to be the priority I've always wanted my players to have a good time and relax with friends. The stream was purely for safekeeping and maybe to have someone like my story but that's a tiny want vs what I have. What I have is great and I wouldn't trade it for the world so thank you players for everything. You have my mind and soul.

I should add that while way above it may come across as blame towards my old friend it is not. In fact it's quite the opposite, without them I would have never started dming, I would've never been inspired by such a creative mind who I've always wanted to recreate somehow in my own way as I was utterly amazed by their ability for story telling. I do not wish to tell a story that came from the inspiration of a friend, I do not wish to exist as if they never did, I do not want to tell another story without thanking this person. Thank you, and I apologize for a lot.

My players as well I thank you for everything, for enjoying everything I've thrown at you, for feeling such inspiration to write your own stories as well of the campaign and your characters. I wouldn't do it without you and I will do everything to tell a good story to you. I love and appreciate you all so much.

Session 1: A whole lot of exposition and roleplay. The party is a group of cryptids in custody "working" for my worlds (Vundabar) government (CoPS) in exchange for their freedom. They were sent to their country of origin (Dehd) known for its lack of natural resources and magic. It is an autocracy ruled by Stefan the Vicious who has ultimately separated Dehd into two classes, Royals and Dehdites. The party's mission is simply invade the country, get some information, done. Right? 5 CoPS who called themselves Agents 1-5 went with the party of 4 which includes, Abigail a warlock lich, Jack the demon warmage, Strix a shapeshifting moth-man rogue, and Silas a fighter who turns into a werewolf during the full moon. Session 2: Two Agents stay behind their current base of operations as the other 3 lead the party through the East Star, the largest city on Dehd, where Stefan and the Royals live behind their walls. The party arrive at a dilapidated building. The Agents reveal they had received some information a week prior, some disturbing rumors regarding a family vanishing from that building overnight, and a cult. Once inside they begin to investigate and find abandoned furniture, glass bottles, and some dirty footprints leading up the stairs. They slowly made their way up and began to hear strange noise from inside one of the rooms, it sounded like a person, almost crying. They opened the door after some debate and saw a massive red tongue, white fur, and blood around a sharp stone atop the creatures head. The party screamed at first but afterwards the "tongue" turned around it was revealed to be none other than a completely naked man in a red robe with white hair who was committing an indecent act in the middle of the room. After a brief interview they learned his name was Thomas, he had no memory of how he got there only that he had been there for a couple days, the party also found a sharp rock that had been lodged into the back of his head. However, the Agents started to lose their patience and ordered the party to leave the room for a moment. Outside the door there was a brief moment of silence followed by a mix of gagging and a splat from some wet mass. Suddenly, the party could hear the Agents screaming as they opened the door to a horrifying sight, a dark puddle on the floor where black tentacles rose that tore at the Agents and dragged them down they all soon vanished into nothing. Blood, bits of meat, and Thomas were all that remained in the room who was frightened by the experience. He felt unwell, his vomit had created the dark magic that killed the Agents, and the party still didn't have their own weapons. That's basically the end I mean Abigail is staying behind with Thomas since she has some medical experience and the rest of the party will head towards the other Agents in hopes of retrieving their weapons, assuming they weren't devoured by the void. I LOVE THOMAS <333

I can do you one better! A little while ago I made a huge post about the campaign for future viewers to read and join in the fun!

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