19- Bows
Wow, it's amazing how much less you want to kill everything when you get a decent nights' sleep...not that it seems to have helped with my posting schedule thought, heh.
Milphelt time! Another thing that I'm surprised took me so long to get to.
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“Uh, I guess this one’s pretty…?”
She turned over the price tag and winced. “Maybe not that pretty.”
“How many times do I have to remind you?” A teasing elbow prodded her side. “Don’t worry about a budget! Mr. Kiske said we could get whatever we wanted!”
“I know, I know.” Still, her mouth pursed into a crooked line.
“Millia…”
A hand patted her shoulder. When she looked up, a stuffed bush dog was staring her in the face.
With a very unflattering noise, she recoiled back and started to laugh. “Elphelt! Don’t startle me like that!”
“Aww, it startled you?” A pink-framed face poked out from behind it, grinning with glee. “I was just trying to be silly! But I guess it distracted you at least, huh?” She adjusted the shoulder strap on her purse, letting the toy dangle by her hip. One hand pointed down the hall. “If you’re not feeling anything here, wanna try the next section? They might have something you like better over there!”
Millia offered a half shrug. “Worth a try. Are you sure you didn’t want to put any of the ones in here?”
She let herself be pushed along as Elphelt nudged her in the direction of the next set of displays. The girl’s chunky baby-pink heels clunked against the carpet with every step. “Nope! I’ll do it later! Let’s find something for you first, okay?”
Even if she didn’t really understand, she could still entertain the idea. The two of them were flocked on either side by satin, lace, and sheer chiffon, not even mentioning the absurd amount of ribbons and bows on every surface. Millia didn’t know when the last time was that she’d even gone dress-shopping, which only made looking through the higher-end sections more daunting. Elphelt, at least, was exactly in her element, looking over the bridal gowns with an incomparable look of glee.
“Oooooh, oh oh oh look at that one!” They stopped in front of a fluffy-skirted ensemble with a large bow on the back. “That’d look super cute, wouldn’t it?”
Millia had no strong feelings other than confusion. Still, she pulled it off the rack. “I guess. Want me to try it on?”
“Yes! Oh, yesyesyes let’s go put it on right now!”
If nothing else, Elphelt offered emotional support in abundance. The same went for clothing assistance. One thing she’d started to figure out was that wedding dresses tended to be incredibly complicated to put on. She didn’t have any idea how people were supposed to put them on by themselves, between the zips and the ties and the ribbons, it had to be too much for any one person to handle.
El hung the dress on the changing room’s hook while she undressed from her street clothes. Compared to her partner's abundance of cute, playful accessories, her own winter peacoat looked rather drab in comparison. Millia shed it in a heap along one of the room’s chairs and got to work on the buttons of her blouse.
She realized that Elphelt was staring. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh. Uh,” sheepish, the girl sat down and looked elsewhere. “Sorry. I know we’ve been together a while, I just still get distracted looking at you sometimes. I-I can give you some privacy, lemme know when you’re done!”
Something about that made Millia chuckle to herself. “I’m going to need you to help me get it on, anyway. It’s fine.”
“Right. Right!” She immediately scurried over with the dress in her arms. Then it was just a matter of undoing all the zips, stepping inside, trying to slip it on, realizing the zip wasn’t down all the way, undoing the ribbon they had missed…
“Hehe, I guess I’m starting to get why you don’t wear these all that much. Some of these are really hard!”
“I’ll admit, I was never really all that into dresses. Not in a long time, at least…” She turned in the mirror, looking over her shoulder. “They’re not the most practical. If they’re tight, it’s hard to kick.”
Elphelt nodded, fiddling with one of the bows. “Yeah, that one I get. That’s why I like my skirts all floofy! Lets me move around a lot more!”
“Goodness knows I’ve seen plenty of that. I still don’t know if I’ll ever understand how you can fight in heels.”
“It’s all a matter of practice! And good balance! Apparently it’s a good calf workout, I can kick my shoe off all the way across the courtyard!” Her cheeks pinkened a bit. “Which…which I absolutely found out on purpose.”
“Oh?” Millia tilted her head, giving mirror-Elphelt a teasing little look. “As much as I prefer flats, if they’re useful as a weapon, I might have to try them out sometime.”
She could tell that the girl was trying to feign confidence, as it was incredibly cute. “D-definitely! And I think it’d look good on you! So, um, what do you think of the dress you picked out?”
As much as she hoped that she’d immediately be blown away by the sight of herself in the mirror, it was barely a slight breeze. Even when she turned around, the only part that stood out was the large bow on the back. How strange that something so difficult to put on could still feel so bland.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I like it,” she replied, hesitant.
Elphelt simply gave her an understanding smile “No worries! We’ve still got months! We can try on as many dresses as we want. Your perfect outfit has gotta be somewhere, we'll just have to find it!”
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Round 3, Match 4: Flaming Poisoning Raging Sword of Doom vs. Masamune (CT)
Flaming Poisoning Raging Sword of Doom
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From: The Adventure Zone
Wielder: Magnus Burnsides
This sword features a massive blade wreathed in flames and has a scorpion’s stinger affixed to its point. The sword was made so expensive that the players would never be able to purchase it. However, Taako, one of the players, bought a stone that could be traded for the most expensive thing someone owns. Taako then immediately traded the stone for the Flaming Poisoning Raging Sword of Doom, although he never intended to use it. He wore it ornamentally for a while before giving it to Magnus Burnsides, who did later use it in battle.
Masamune
From: Chrono Trigger
Wielder: Frog
The Masamune was created by Melchior from the Ruby Knife, and was wielded by Frog’s close friend Cyrus, who attempted to use the sword to kill Magnus. His failure to do so resulted in his unfortunate death. Later, the party is able to repair it with the help of Melchior, the sword’s original creator. Frog then takes up the Masamune against Magnus, to do what Cyrus could not.
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Getting my ass kicked by a frog in BG3
No but seriously, I have to explain what I experienced or i will never have closure. To set the scene, this is my first play-through and I’ve watched NO content about BG3 because I didn’t want spoilers in case I decided to get it.
I entered the evil swamp and was very cautious the whole way through because I know better than to assume a hag wouldn’t crop-dust the region with magical arsenic. When I saw the frog I was like “no way this is actually a frog. Probably is the monster that killed those three campers but just in disguise.”
Dialogue scene started when it spotted us, and I did a successful animal handling check. I thought “oh maybe this poor frog is just suffering from magical arsenic poisoning and I can get a little friend for Scratch.” Then the frog spat a baseball sized wad of poison on us and combat started. I saw the 5% chance to hit and was like WTF so I thought “ok, I’ll use AOE attacks and force it to make saves instead.” And I threw a bottle of alchemists fire at it.
THE BOTTLE BOUNCED BACK AND LIT US ALL ON FIRE IMMEDIATELY.
Ok, not a great start. I begin moving people out of it and I halved its health with Astarion’s bite because it has a guaranteed hit. I wasn’t sure why the bottle bounced back because that was the first time a throw failed for me, so I assumed that if you miss a throw then the enemy redirects it.
A couple missed melee strikes happen, and two sacred flames did nothing. Finally it’s Gale’s turn and I think “yeah ok, so magic missile always hits and I want this to be done. Plus I’m not throwing anything, so it won’t bounce back.”
ALL 3 MAGIC MISSILES BOUNCED BACK AND HIT GALE.
At this point my husband heard me say “THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS” from across the house. I’m over here thinking this thing is a tarrasque in disguise the way it’s immune to magic missile.
Eventually I got a lucky stab from a 25% chance to hit (with advantage) and idk if I had nonlethal damage on or something, but the frog was just knocked out not dead. It was still ribbiting and it had stars swirling.
In a fit of rage and pettiness, I picked up the unconscious frog and threw it against a tree to try and finish it off.
THE FROG BOUNCED BACK AND HIT ME.
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