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Brennan has two sides as a DM. 1. He is a pretty understanding DM. Will allow the wackiest ideas to happen or allow them to substitute things. 2. Loves to see his own PCs be completely wrecked and fucked up.
6:12 For those who never played D&D and don't the specific rules, here is why the players react so much to this counterspell : - spells in D&D are classed by level, from 0 to 9. A 1st level spell is barely a firework, 9th level spells bend reality (Wish, Timestop). - each creature using magic has spell slots of different levels. If you want to cast a spell you have to use a spell slot of at least the same level. At the maximum, a player can have a single 9th level spell slot. And they have to be at least level 17 with the right class. - Counterspell is a 3rd level able to counter any other spell with a level equal or lower than the level of the spell slot used. - Zerxus was trying to cast Resilient Sphere on himself, which would have made him untouchable. It is a 4th level spell. Asmodeus used a 9th level spell slot to counterspell it. A 4th level spell slot would have been enough. He used a 9th level. Thet tells how little he cared about them, and how stupidly powerful he is. Because to waste a spell slot like this, you need to have dozens of them.
After days, weeks of looking to the horizon, Wrayne turns away with Maya holding her hand and Kir over her shoulder. Hope not gone, but fear becoming more prevalent. Wrayne holds back the tears in front of her children. Maya begins to cry again. Kir looks to the horizon as they walk away, opening his eyes in the way he’s seen his father do…and he sees one spec on the distant horizon…wings flapping furiously, exhaustedly…until that spec sees his family. Cerrit lands, exhausted, collapsing into the arms of his family. He barely has any strength left, but he summons what he can to embarrass them. He knows not what the future will hold, but now, in this moment, the Agrupnin family is together. And not even a war of gods can separate them again.
This is a great story that I really enjoyed. I really loved your visual effects as well. Making Brendan disappear a d the ring of fire as Travis’s character burned his home. Nice touch
I actually prefer Brennan's voice for Asmodeus, as opposed to the voice effects here. Brennan's Asmodeus voice reminds me of serpents, tricksters, and schemers, which fits better with Asmodeus than the rumbling and intimidating bass. These voice effects would fit better with a demon lord like Baphomet or even Tharizdun.
It's even better when you consider how arrogant they were talking earlier in the campaign saying "The gods are no different from us they just live on a different plane." Welcome to the corner of Fuck Around and Find Out.
I like to think about the burning in Cerrit's lungs. Not in his flight home to his children, but the burning years later. The slight cough, the loss of stamina, the frailty that still lingers in his bones. Soaring for weeks without food, barely even a drink of water, through all that ash... all that smoke... his body withering with each passing second, held together only just enough, by willpower and love alone, long enough for him to *just. keep. flying.* Wrayne sees it more often than Kir and Maya; even after the hard lessons learned in the Calamity, Cerrit is who he is, a proud man who wants his children to feel safe and protected in the ruinous world in which they will now grow up. But he can't hide it fully, and he knows it's wrong to do so, to hide the effects of those terrible nights from his children. They see it in the way his breathing comes more ragged than it did in his days as the Senior Sightwarden. How he sits to rest frequently, whenever the family are out hiking, or foraging for supplies. And most obvious of all, they see it in the pair of worn out spectacles he uses to read, to see through the pitch black of the night. They see Cerrit, their father, and his tremendous powers of perception just...lesser, now, for the rest of his days. All that ash and smoke, the stinging in his eyes, the choking in his lungs...the body trying to sustain itself through weeks of flight, turning on itself, stomach acid and bile eating Cerrit from the inside out...and of course, once he arrived in the arms of Wrayne and whoever was left around them, the conditions weren't much better, medical treatment was spread thin if it existed at all, and could only do so much... But their family- Kir, Maya, Wrayne...Cerrit, most of all- know what a miracle it is that he survived in the first place. How could they not? So it is doubly miraculous that he isn't *more* permanently disabled by that long flight home. He can still play with his children, dance with his wife, protect his family when the horrors of the new world come to hurt them. And I like to think, that if you ask Cerrit Agrupnin, well...he would tell you that he would make that trade as many times over as he has to.
the love the home run bat sfx when brennan snaps his finger on the time stop spell, very satisfying and even the smallest touches can make an impression
My favorite part of this entire very short campaign was the building resentment as an audience member I felt growing towards the PC’s and their actions. And watching this scene unravel from the very start of this episode had me ABSOLUTELY enthralled for the hour + it took for this to unfold. By far my absolute favorite D&D moment I’ve ever had, without question
Physics SHOULD be how any self-respecting full-ass wizard dies: ya give physics the finger one too many times, physics gonna find a way to give you the finger back.
