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kruku
18 May 2016 @ 11:44 pm
Tonight I played a very well behaved White Dragon. Did I mention I was in a tabletop roleplaying game tonight?
It started with taking down Hedron, a powerful witch & avatar of a diety of ice & death in an ice fortress by reasoning with her. However she had to be divested of her curse imbued ice powers. Which Adran, the Cleric of the milk & water god took on himself, to his fatal detriment upon turning into a ice statue. Then while my character, Sala, found a way out of our icy prison the leather clad philosopher, Ratskin ( Sala calls him Ratso out of affection) set about philandering with the now powerless ice witch. We found ourselves stranded on an ice shelf, our ship, froze solid. So the "clever" wizavard, Zeno, said he could temporarily turn one of us into a giant flying beast to carry us to civilisation before we starved to death. What could go wrong? Once a White Dragon Sala forgot who he was and after literally dropping the ship & it's crew by the coast ravage the territory of all tasty protein. Barring that I surprised at myself insomuch as having all the power of a massively powerful mythical creature I was looking for ways for Sala the dragon to fit into the game rather than running amok. I managed to find excuses not to ravage sentient settlements & towns and Sala the Ice Dragon, squatted an old Ice Dragon's lair. However, as the dragon, Sala did manage to bitch-slap the annoying "clever" wizavard, Zeno before being turned back into a boring old Elf Ranger :)

Edit: Because turning into a White Dragon was the most intersting thing that happened to my character I didn't bother to mention this earlier but Adran, the Cleric turning into a ice statue when he took on Hedron the Ice Witch's curse was a major game changer and narrative event. The Ice Witch had been using her powers to freeze half a continent and starve the population in doing so. By removing Hedron as the Ice Witch Adran the Cleric had changed the that part of the world for the better and foresseable future. If the game were to run as an 'epic' campaign new 'epic' challenges would have to be introduced to it. This is also true of any narrative.

 
 
kruku
07 April 2016 @ 12:24 am
I enjoyed a RPG tabletop game tonight. New Steve masterfully tolerated our carry-on gaming style to run an excellent game.
In an investigation of a dwarven cavern the sneaky, urbane, Ratskin managed to wake up two arboreal Giant Spiders, a necromancer and his small army of zombies. The cleric of the milk and water diety, Adran,  & the Wizilvard, Zeno, decided the best course of action was run in with surprise. We were surprised. Ratskin had sneakily allowed himself to be wrapped up in the arboreal G‌iant Spiders' webs overhead. Zeno the Wizilvard fireballed the Giant Spider webs. Adran the cleric turned the necromancer (who now appeared to be undead) and his horde of undead minions while standing underneath the burning webs. The Giant Spiders having their webs burned promptly fell upon Adran the cleric & Zeno the Wizilvard. Sala the elven ranger, cursed with unmanageable hair, attacked the Giant Spider savaging Adran the cleric. The sly urbanite, Ratskin. freed himself of charred webbing and sneaked up to stab the Giant Spider on Zeno the Wizilvard but Ratskin cunningly headbutted a flailing Giant Spider limb waved in his direction and then tumbled into a nearby chasm to distract his foe. Zeno the Wizilvard dispatched the Giant Spider with a blast of eldritch energy and then joined the cunning rogue in a pretence of aiding him to climb out of the chasm but "falling down" into the chasm with Ratskin. While Sala the ranger battled the last remaining Giant Spider Adran, in a spectacular feat of tactics, fetched a rope to the chasm threw it down to the others and let himself get pulled into the chasm with the weight of the rope! So Ratskin is holding onto the side of the chasm with one hand and Zeno with the other. Zeno has Adran’s rope in his other hand from which Adran is dangling from. Sala the elven ranger, always a little slow off the mark, fussily tied off his rope and descended to help the others. But he did manage to entertain everyone by doing it upside down and losing all the daggers & handaxes he had gathered for use as missile weapons.
There was more but for dignity’s sake I draw a veil over the scene here. You know who you are :)
 
 
kruku
06 March 2016 @ 09:28 pm
In the suburbs and boroughs of Little Briton people have gnomes in their front gardens. These gnomes are made of plastic or ceramics or some type of synthetic stone but in the heart of the capital we have the real thing.

In the disturbances of people leaving my 'apartment building' (actually an office building rented out residential) once we got our notice to quit no one noticed the wrinkly little man working on a 8 seater SUV dumped in our building's drive/car park. Probably no one noticed him because after asking several months we had tired of asking the landlord to remove the scruffy SUV with the insulating foil stuck onto the insides of the windows and earth heaped on the running boards as if tracked out from inside which made the SUV look like a vampire bus out  of a 1980's movie.

One day I noticed the "Renfield" removing bric-a-brac and dismantling the interior of the SUV and leaving it all over the drive/car park but no bodies, much to my relief. I shrugged the mess off as all vehicles are to be removed this week. But one evening the little guy seemed to have found more stuff from the tardis-like-SUV and had it sprawled all over the drive/car park.
 I wondered wether he was moving house into the SUV. It wouldn't be for long. The property is about to be developed. What was he going to do with all the junk? If it was left on the drive/car park my landlords would charge me to clear it up. I approached the busy little man,
"Excuse me".
He ignored me and continued busying himself about the SUV.
"Are you going to be using our bins to get rid of any rubbish?"
This was passive-aggressive but I was not sure of the correct etiquette for someone maintaining an unlawfully parked vampire SUV on my front yard. I was clumsy and I knew it so I was fairly tolerant of his aggression.
"What's it to you?!"
I finally saw the him as he faced me. He didn't appear to some haunted character doing the bidding of his undead masters. His nose had a distinct character. He had a vigorous physical grace which suggested under the many layers of clothing a sturdy frame. His face had just enough wrinkles and his voice was just gruff enough.
He was a perfectly curmudgeonly gnome!
I persevered,
"It's just that we..."
I didn't get a chance to inform him he was welcome to use the refuse contractors' bins I was paying for.
"Who are you?! Who are you?! "What's you're name?!"
At a loss for words I did not reply. He was obviously a little demented demanding my name as if I had walked into his front yard. This went on for a bit. I said,
"Some might suggest since you are on private property you might want to introduce yourself."
This stilled his agitation. He said,
"I've talked to your landlords. They know all about it."
A likely story but it was no matter, it gave me my exit "Have a lovely day!" was the last thing I said as I walked away. from my garden gnome.
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kruku
05 March 2016 @ 11:29 am

I thought losing my glasses yesterday was too much excitement until I go home. Where I ran into my friend, Helene, and previous co-tenant of my, almost deserted, apartment building who revealed her new digs are appalling so has been sleeping in my building, moving from room to room to avoid the landlord. She asked me to cover for her. I tried to explain the concept of "deposit" to her but she was too caught up with her own problems to focus :)  I said I would do my best but would not lie for her. Then I found my legitimate co-tenant, the outrageously flamboyant "furrie" :( had stolen my oven and separate hot plate from the second floor kitchen. No supper for Dave! I ran up to his appropriated apartment through a back door he had broken originally to access the room. I pushed and waded through the rubble he had placed behind the door to deter intruders. He was not visible but I could hear a radio from a room in the apartment I knew he slept in. I lambasted him through the door. I could not hear him. I began to doubt that he was there. Eventfully I saw him through one of the emulsion frosted room windows. He was naked and aroused! The bastard was enjoying himself! I left to remove all my other belongings from the kitchen to another room in the building I had keys to. Fortunately my evening's emotional erg output had drained me and I found it easy to go to sleep. This morning there was a lot of noise when I woke up. Workmen had appeared in the building. I got washed, dressed, had tea & toast and sallied forth to see what was happening. The workmen were there to clear the building of all furniture and loose items. Loose items are a term that, apparently, applies to all my belongings. Obviously the landlords were not answering their phones. After some discussion it was agreed that I would remove any items (mine) that were to stay in the building to specific rooms that were clearly labeled and the workers could take anything else. I managed to post a notice on the door my friend was staying in. Departing on the bus I thought that is more than enough excitement for 24 hours. Then I saw the police at DuCane Court busying themselves around a sprawled body covered with a small tarpaulin. Well someone had a more eventful 24 hours than I^^

...Found my glasses.

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kruku
Our first meeting of 2016 we will be in one of Streatham Library's meeting rooms on Monday the 7 March. So just pop in to Streatham Library on the day and ask at the library staff desk which meeting room we are meeting in..

Everyone is welcome. So please turn for a chat about comics & graphic novels and what we would all like to see in our Streatham Library graphic novel collection on Monday the 7 March.

Oh and if you're late we reconvene at about 20:00 in the Holland & Tringham pub just down the road :)


Venue:
Streatham Library
63 Streatham High Road
London SW16 1PL
After Meeting drink:
Holland and Tringham
107-109 StreathamHigh Road
London SW16 1HJ
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kruku
02 February 2016 @ 04:20 pm
Pretty much my first day in my *apartment building* due for redevelopment in 3/4 weeks with the 92.5%  of the noisy, destructive, residents gone and I oversleep. Who would have thought it?
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kruku
01 February 2016 @ 12:38 pm
A new year, a new start!

Every day brings new challenges. And as the the first day of Feburary my challenge is? A vandalised and disabled front door handle & lock!

Actually I discovered it last night. I had to fumble in the darkness to kind of MacGyver the front door lock and get the door open.

Just made coffee for the locksmiths, who were getting busy with the anglegrinder when I left. Hopefully everything will be sorted when I get back(:
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kruku
29 January 2016 @ 12:27 pm

I got up a bit late. Put the kettle on n the 2nd floor kitchen and rushed to the 3rd floor bathroom for a quick wash and shave. My shared bathroom on the 2nd floor has long since been wrecked by other residents. Upon finishing my ablutions I went to one functioning toilet, it's an old office building washroom with toilet cubicles. The door was locked. I was a little bemused. Everyone on this floor had gone to work by now. On a hunch I looked under the door. I could see desert boots either side of the toilet bowl and sheets & blankets draped to the floor. I knocked on the door. A cough. I knocked again, louder. A sniff. "I know you're there" I said, "I can hear you". I knocked again louder, more aggressively. No reply.

We have an intruder. I suspect it's a guest left behind by one of the residents who have moved out recently. It is most likely a guy I have named "Sméagol" for his habit of creeping on young women in my building and inviting them back to the room he was sleeping in, recently vacated by his host. He claimed since he was James' friend which made it OK for him to stay there. I thought I scared him off but maybe not.

I went back to the bathroom after getting dressed and phoning the property security company. He is gone. But he could be anywhere in the building. I will have to patrol the place every night now. Oh, joy:|

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kruku
28 January 2016 @ 03:19 pm
I was woken at 3:30 this morning by someone trying to force their way into my room. In a shared building it happens. People get drunk and forget which identical looking door leads to the apartment/room they're supposed to be in. But then I could hear them trying every door in the building. The building is being vacated to be turned into luxury cubicles. Worried about getting fined by the landlords for allowing intruders to squat empty rooms/apartments I got dressed, picked up an iron bar, and went looking for the offending party. I found the front door to the building wide open. I closed it and kept looking. I eventually surprised one of the other residents prowling through the almost abandoned building wearing several scraps of fur tied to his back and head but not trousers or shoes or socks. Apparently he was "looking for a friend". I did not put the iron bar down. Inhibit by drug induced delirium he did manage to answer my questions about the intruders. Apparently some guests left behind by other residents, in anticipation of court orders and subsequent visits from the bailiffs had gone on a salvage spree of furniture and knick-knacks  before fleeing the premises in the early hours of the morning. As far as I can gather the, stoned, fur clad, resident and his friend discovered this when they were interrupted in their game of "furry"(shudder) kiss-chase/rape. I went back to bed.
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kruku
Our next meeting we will be meeting in one of Streatham Library's meeting rooms on Monday the 7 December. So just pop in to Streatham Library on the day and ask at the library staff desk which meeting room we are meeting in..

Everyone is welcome. So please turn for a chat about comics & graphic novels and what we would all like to see in our Streatham Library graphic novel collection on Monday the 7 December

Oh and if you're late we reconvene at about 20:00 in the Holland & Tringham pub just down the road :)


Venue:
Streatham Library
63 Streatham High Road
London SW16 1PL
After Meeting drink:
Holland and Tringham
107-109 StreathamHigh Road
London SW16 1HJ
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Cross posted to lambeth_comics and our Facebook Group