I just returned from a D&D session... It depressed me... Our characters had basically went to a pocket dimension in a dungeon, where we all had raised a kid with magical powers in a world without magic; no one else had magic, and what ever magic we had didn't work. During this, we would go to sleep at times and wake up years later, though talking to one of the villagers revealed that we still lived through these years that we missed. Our Warforge had created a religion when the child was just a baby, and at the time, only one person believed him, since there was no such thing as a religion in the world. He made them worship the Sun God. However, our group had woken back up in the dungeon, where there was another door that was open, next to the one that led to the pocket dimension. We went in, only to see that the child, (the Warforge had named him Child), had grown up to become a messiah for the church that the Warforge had made, which became the main practice of the town. However, our group had disappeared during that time skip, which had made Child have sort of abandonment issues. The DM had let us have free roam during this, where I spent about six days working on a secret project. The other three had tried to find out what to do, and the only thing they found out is that what they had to do was either destroy or expand the church. On the seventh day, I proclaimed to the town that the Sun God had manifested before me. It was really a robot that I had made, since I was an Artificer, (and human, if you care). However, the Warforge was going to destroy the wrist remote that I was using to control the robot, so I ran up, opened a Handy Haversack I had, tossed it over the robot, and ran into the woods. As I was doing this, I had yelled, "Fuck yo' Couch!", which was a reference to the Drow in our group that made passionate love to a couch he stole. Boy, did that make every laugh, me included. But, in doing this, this had made Child question what exactly happened, which had caused the Drow to explain to him that the Sun God wasn't real, and neither was this world. He ran away, so me, the Warforge, the Drow, and the Lich in our group chased after him. We had a touching scene where we each explained that he is real, and that we care for him, which had actually stopped him from killing himself. We woke up again in the dungeon where another door was open, so we went in. We were in the same town, where everything was burning down and destroyed, with Child laying dead between four hooded figures. We fought them, with me, the Drow, and the Lich dead. When the four had defeated the Warforge, they had asked him if he accepts his fate. He says No, and a black door appears in the middle of the battle ground, with the four hooded figures disappearing. Me, the Drow, and the Lich wake up in our own worlds, where all of our deceased loved ones were there, asking us if we wanted to stay, or go through a white door. In my world, my character's lover was there, only to find out she was killed. We all went through the white door, where we met the guardians of the Underdark, which were actually characters from a previous campaign that the DM and the other players were apart of; I wasn't. They had given us what we wanted, and left, with the Warforge coming from the last unopened door. We left the place, taking the body of one of the Drow's friend, which was also the previous character of the person who played the Drow. He buried him with a bottle of whiskey that we all took a drank out of, except for the Warforge, who broke it. We continued on our Journey afterwards.
What was depressing was knowing that Child wasn't probably real. I like to think that we all had a connection to him; we all cared for him. And to see that he had died at the end was really depressing, because I cared so much about this character.
What was also depressing was finding out that my character's Lover had been killed, without me knowing about it. It had put me into the same scenario where I died, and all of my deceased loved ones were there. It had made me imagine being dead, but also seeing this one girl I really like there. It had depressed me to imagine me and her in the same scenario... I really love her...
But damn, was our DM a good story teller. Damn good... Even now, I'm still depressed, after about an hour and a half since the session....
I need to talk to that girl. That would make me feel better.
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