mutton chops
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Last night’s Witchering session got off to a late start and then just… kept going until way after my bedtime, and I actually stood up to leave and go to bed and wound up standing there like the kids do in the middle of the floor far too close to the TV staring at it. You can see a lot more detail on this TV from close up, I think they’re right that the plasma screen is going a bit. Also I need new glasses. Anyway…
The main thing of note is that DF decided we needed some new fast travel points so he ran all around the map to expand what was on it, and that included going to Oxenfurt, and all he wanted in Oxenfurt, the entirety of what he wanted to do there, was to go to the barber shop.
oh yeah there’s an image behind the cut. Noooooo. DF literally cackled as he made his selections, and this is what we’re going with now, and it’s terrible.
He looks like… he’s got Lemmy’s facial hair (y’know, dude from Mötorhead, RIP, deaf forever 💔) but the hair, I don’t even know what that mullet is. It’s awful. It’s definitely not decent, IDK what that barber was thinking but I do commend him on his great sense in insisting Geralt be apparently nude for this process.
Anyway.
The first thing we did was deal with the botchling, and there was no doubt but that we were gonna make the Baron carry that thing the whole distance. The first attempt went badly, as we were taken off guard by the appearance of A ShitTon Of Wraiths, so we regrouped after getting destroyed and tried again, and I Googled it. “This guy says it took him ten tries on Death March,” I offered. And then I rattled off enough different One True Strategies to make it clear that there were any number of potential strategies.
And so DF managed it on the second try, having equipped a couple of tricks and been forewarned of what was going to go on. No particular strategy, per se, but remembering not to get too far away, and being quick with the Axii on the botchling. Success!
So we got the thing buried safely and then meditated a while, and then it showed up as a glowing thing and started to show us where to go. It moved at a hell of a clip and so Geralt had to sprint through the rather NPC-crowded settlement. “Can those people see that thing?” I asked, and literally as I spoke an NPC shrieked “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” so there was my answer.
The rest of the quest proceeded largely uneventfully, with a mild hiccup when DF forgot that rotfiends explode. A reload, and we were on our way.
Next bit of the quest complete, DF decided it was time to just… Run Around The Map a bit. So we set off to go back to the Riordan Manor for the chest of treasure we are assured was really there, and… went entirely the wrong way and spent forever running away from enemies only to see Kiera the sorceress standing, arms akimbo, next to the cave entrance. “Hi,” she said. “Bye,” we said, and high-tailed it back to the other end of the peninsula where sure enough, Riordan Manor was actually labeled the whole time. Listen.
Richer, and with some XP, we ran around a bunch more. Saved a woman from a burning building, and from the bandits besieging her, we looted a super-sweet pair of boots, which are bright gold metal to the knee. What the heck. Why not. Swiggity-swag.
We went to Oxenfurt, to see if we could. Once there, DF could not rest until he found the entrance to the scissors icon on the map. He has a deep sense of style, see, and was feeling schlubby. Geralt’s schlubby green gambeson had finally actually fallen apart in the midst of the lubberkin thing and he’d been forced to equip a somehow even less attractive schlubby gambeson. Of course he chose the WORST combination of hair and beard, and then put on the Fancy clothes from the Imperial audience and ran around like that, running into peasants and picking up fast travel markers and pulling every quest off the noticeboard.
Oh yeah. We made it to level 6 somewhere along there– I think it was actually one of the tiny quests, maybe rescuing the woman in the burning building or something– and, well. level 6 still isn’t very much when most of the quests you’re seeing are like, Recommended Level 22 or whatever.
So there’s a lot of leveling-up that has to happen. But, we did meet up with the Baron’s daughter, and were like, no gurl, you’re right, he’s a dick, don’t ever go back to him, I just need to tell him where you are so he’ll tell me where my daughter is. I have a feeling that her identifying the doll the Baron gave Geralt to give to her as Clara is going to be important to the dialogue, right? Like, that was clearly a test. If upon his return Geralt knows the doll is named Clara then obviously he met the girl.
Anyway– after that the only really amusing thing that happened is that we cleared out a harpy nest from an abandoned fortress. Which went just fine, but one of the loot items the harpies dropped was Raw Meat. Presumably that’s harpy meat?? WTF. Anyway, DF has set it up so he can use food to regain vitality, and he always uses whatever Raw Meat he has first, and he’d been complaining that he was low and was going to have to finally eat that baked apple the woman with the pan had given him as a quest reward. (But it’s fresh! It’s so fresh, how could I eat it? She had it under her skirts or something in the pouring rain and now we’ve been carrying it in inventory for like two weeks of game time.)
In exploring, he climbed a ladder to the roof, and then decided there was nothing up there. Finding the ladder back down was annoying, so he eyeballed it, and just jumped. Lost about half his health on the landing, but then– yes. Ate the raw meat he’d just taken off the harpy to regen.
So I got to have the vivid image of Geralt eating fresh raw bloody harpy meat basically straight from the carcass, and getting his horrifying muttonchop facial hair all full of gore and blood. Grosssssss. Gloriously gross, really.
Anyway somewhere Geralt looted himself a new gambeson that’s black with red accents and looks sort of, well. I mean. With the Motorhead hairdo and the shiny gold boots, it’s a Fashion Lewk, to be sure.
The end of the evening was spent running around Novigrod, simply because we found a way in. Picked up more quests, got some of the lay of the land, went up and found the Place of Power up top.
DF saved the game, looked around another moment, and then had Geralt fling himself off the cliff before quitting, because, well, why not.
We’re having the kind of Monday where Girl is having a half-hour meltdown over having refused to pick a movie and then not liking the movie we picked for break time, so that’s fucking fantastic.
Last night’s Witchering session got off to a late start and then just… kept going until way after my bedtime, and I actually stood up to leave and go to bed and wound up standing there like the kids do in the middle of the floor far too close to the TV staring at it. You can see a lot more detail on this TV from close up, I think they’re right that the plasma screen is going a bit. Also I need new glasses. Anyway…
The main thing of note is that DF decided we needed some new fast travel points so he ran all around the map to expand what was on it, and that included going to Oxenfurt, and all he wanted in Oxenfurt, the entirety of what he wanted to do there, was to go to the barber shop.
oh yeah there’s an image behind the cut. Noooooo. DF literally cackled as he made his selections, and this is what we’re going with now, and it’s terrible.
He looks like… he’s got Lemmy’s facial hair (y’know, dude from Mötorhead, RIP, deaf forever 💔) but the hair, I don’t even know what that mullet is. It’s awful. It’s definitely not decent, IDK what that barber was thinking but I do commend him on his great sense in insisting Geralt be apparently nude for this process.
Anyway.
The first thing we did was deal with the botchling, and there was no doubt but that we were gonna make the Baron carry that thing the whole distance. The first attempt went badly, as we were taken off guard by the appearance of A ShitTon Of Wraiths, so we regrouped after getting destroyed and tried again, and I Googled it. “This guy says it took him ten tries on Death March,” I offered. And then I rattled off enough different One True Strategies to make it clear that there were any number of potential strategies.
And so DF managed it on the second try, having equipped a couple of tricks and been forewarned of what was going to go on. No particular strategy, per se, but remembering not to get too far away, and being quick with the Axii on the botchling. Success!
So we got the thing buried safely and then meditated a while, and then it showed up as a glowing thing and started to show us where to go. It moved at a hell of a clip and so Geralt had to sprint through the rather NPC-crowded settlement. “Can those people see that thing?” I asked, and literally as I spoke an NPC shrieked “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” so there was my answer.
The rest of the quest proceeded largely uneventfully, with a mild hiccup when DF forgot that rotfiends explode. A reload, and we were on our way.
Next bit of the quest complete, DF decided it was time to just… Run Around The Map a bit. So we set off to go back to the Riordan Manor for the chest of treasure we are assured was really there, and… went entirely the wrong way and spent forever running away from enemies only to see Kiera the sorceress standing, arms akimbo, next to the cave entrance. “Hi,” she said. “Bye,” we said, and high-tailed it back to the other end of the peninsula where sure enough, Riordan Manor was actually labeled the whole time. Listen.
Richer, and with some XP, we ran around a bunch more. Saved a woman from a burning building, and from the bandits besieging her, we looted a super-sweet pair of boots, which are bright gold metal to the knee. What the heck. Why not. Swiggity-swag.
We went to Oxenfurt, to see if we could. Once there, DF could not rest until he found the entrance to the scissors icon on the map. He has a deep sense of style, see, and was feeling schlubby. Geralt’s schlubby green gambeson had finally actually fallen apart in the midst of the lubberkin thing and he’d been forced to equip a somehow even less attractive schlubby gambeson. Of course he chose the WORST combination of hair and beard, and then put on the Fancy clothes from the Imperial audience and ran around like that, running into peasants and picking up fast travel markers and pulling every quest off the noticeboard.
Oh yeah. We made it to level 6 somewhere along there– I think it was actually one of the tiny quests, maybe rescuing the woman in the burning building or something– and, well. level 6 still isn’t very much when most of the quests you’re seeing are like, Recommended Level 22 or whatever.
So there’s a lot of leveling-up that has to happen. But, we did meet up with the Baron’s daughter, and were like, no gurl, you’re right, he’s a dick, don’t ever go back to him, I just need to tell him where you are so he’ll tell me where my daughter is. I have a feeling that her identifying the doll the Baron gave Geralt to give to her as Clara is going to be important to the dialogue, right? Like, that was clearly a test. If upon his return Geralt knows the doll is named Clara then obviously he met the girl.
Anyway– after that the only really amusing thing that happened is that we cleared out a harpy nest from an abandoned fortress. Which went just fine, but one of the loot items the harpies dropped was Raw Meat. Presumably that’s harpy meat?? WTF. Anyway, DF has set it up so he can use food to regain vitality, and he always uses whatever Raw Meat he has first, and he’d been complaining that he was low and was going to have to finally eat that baked apple the woman with the pan had given him as a quest reward. (But it’s fresh! It’s so fresh, how could I eat it? She had it under her skirts or something in the pouring rain and now we’ve been carrying it in inventory for like two weeks of game time.)
In exploring, he climbed a ladder to the roof, and then decided there was nothing up there. Finding the ladder back down was annoying, so he eyeballed it, and just jumped. Lost about half his health on the landing, but then– yes. Ate the raw meat he’d just taken off the harpy to regen.
So I got to have the vivid image of Geralt eating fresh raw bloody harpy meat basically straight from the carcass, and getting his horrifying muttonchop facial hair all full of gore and blood. Grosssssss. Gloriously gross, really.
Anyway somewhere Geralt looted himself a new gambeson that’s black with red accents and looks sort of, well. I mean. With the Motorhead hairdo and the shiny gold boots, it’s a Fashion Lewk, to be sure.
The end of the evening was spent running around Novigrod, simply because we found a way in. Picked up more quests, got some of the lay of the land, went up and found the Place of Power up top.
DF saved the game, looked around another moment, and then had Geralt fling himself off the cliff before quitting, because, well, why not.
We’re having the kind of Monday where Girl is having a half-hour meltdown over having refused to pick a movie and then not liking the movie we picked for break time, so that’s fucking fantastic.
