climbing haven

DM: You come to a cliff. If you look, you do not see the ground but you can see a series of columns that emerge from the obscurity of the cliff.

Ranger: I throw a rope to tie it to a column and climb it.

(He launch the dice. He get it. All PCs climb the rope)

Wizard (me): I can’t climb. I haven’t strength enough. I will die!!!

DM: Launch the dice. You can get a good result.

Wizard (me): No! I don’t want! Can I use intelligence to climb?  

DM: No.

Wizard (me): Why not? I have read a lot of books about climbing and I am a very smart woman. I know perfectly all the theory about climbing. That deserves a bonus.

DM: NO!!! 

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Request from an anon, Keith + “Don’t make me do this”

2k words. Angst, foul language and mentions of death and walking dead AU.

You were a runner before all of this happened. You were the wind.

Scheduled training was respected, effort, time, blood, sweat and tears was put in just to make sure that you were in shape. It wasn’t training to become the fastest woman in the world, just enough to stay fit and not fall behind in gym class.You weren’t the best, a boy or two, sometimes three were ahead of you but you had a reputation for your long strides as the girl version of Speedy Gonzales.

Blood, sweat and tears were sacrificed for you to keep that nickname at school. It stuck and you liked it.

But the world just had to ask for more.

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I have died like seven times already in breath of the wild,
Once from detonating a bomb just slightly too close to myself, once from getting hit by one if those huge balls in the time shrine, once from freezing to death, and like four times from falling while climbing
I haven’t even left the great plateau yet

So at the end of my run today I came across this tree, and for some reason I, being an idiot on a runner’s high, decided it looked like a great tree to climb. Never mind that I haven’t climbed a tree in years, or that it’s about 2 degrees out and my hands are  freezing. It’s a tree, and I decide to climb it.

The branch in the background there was a great leg-up to get to the first branch. No sooner have I settled onto the lowest branch than I look down and realize - I have no idea how to get down again. It looks much higher once you’re up there. And the branch that helped me up in the first place is now in the way if I want to jump down again.

But hey, I’ve come this far, so I clamber up a little further into the tree, all the while thinking “you idiot, why are you going higher when you don’t even know how to get down yet?”

Climbing up a tree loses its appeal surprisingly fast when it’s cold and there’s no-one with whom to share your excitement at being up a tree. So I headed back down to the lowest branch and considered my options. I need to get down. Temperatures go below freezing at night this time of year. So I either need to work up the courage to call out to someone walking by (not going to happen any time soon) or just take the leap.

Eventually, I steel myself and make the jump. I land clumsily, but with no ill effects except for muddied hands to break my fall. Feeling like an idiot, I dusted myself off, and headed home for celebratory tea.

“I haven’t climbed trees since I was six, so I’m trying to get over that hurdle.”
“Have you spent all these years wanting to climb a tree again?”
“Well, I look at trees a lot, and I think about it. Now I feel like I finally did it.”
“Oh, you think this counts?”
“Yes, I do! That was it.”

Boston, MA