Lavender Town is a small town located in northeast Kanto, just south of the Rock Tunnel. It’s known mainly for ghost sightings in the Pokémon Tower and as a resting place for Pokémon. The town is also home to the Lavender Volunteer Pokémon House, founded by Mr. Fuji in order to care for abandoned and orphaned Pokémon.
After a 7 year D&D campaign, we are in a literal dungeon looking for a literal dragon, and our wizard just shapeshifted into a beholder in order to disintegrate a tunnel through rock, among plenty of other things…
Little background: This was back when I started playing DnD, version 4. I was but a little noob to the game, but my friends were more experienced. We each were playing two characters, and I had a Tiefling warlock and a Rakshasa artificer. One of my friends was DM. We’ll call me Me, him DM, my other friend L, and my OTHER friend A. We were fighting a brown dragon, which is in the chromatic draconomicon of DnD 4th edition.
We come across this dragon in the middle of the desert. It’s burrowing around in the sand under our feet, by it’s not strong enough to tunnel through rock so it can only travel through sand.
We’re standing on a rock with several dead kobolds.
Me: (as artificer) I’ve got an idea. How long does it take to make a clockwork bomb and a flesh patch?
DM: uh, about five minutes each.
Me: (artificer) sweet. Pass me a kobold, L. A, keep the dragon busy.
A:*chucks rocks at the sand to keep the dragon confused, trying to figure out which are footsteps and which are rocks*
I finish making the bombs and patches.
Me: (artificer) ok, can I cut this kobold’s stomach open?
DM: sure, roll for dexterity…?
*i roll a fifteen*
DM: ok, you slice his stomach open. What is the point of-
Me: (artificer) I set the bombs for four rounds and shove them in his abdominal cavity. Then I patch the wound.
DM: you better not be doing what I think you are…
Me: (warlock) I use burning grasp to push him out into the sand. *rolls a seventeen*
DM: you son of a…
Long story short, the dragon ate the kobold-turned-grenade, kept fighting for four rounds, and then promptly keeled over. Unfortunately, the blast also partially collapsed its lair and we didn’t get as much treasure as we could have.
Tl;Dr: I fed a dragon a bomb, he blew up, but karma screwed me over anyway.
Now look at me baby struggling to do everything right, And then it all falls apart when out go the lights, I’m just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this world in wealth, I want to know if it’s you I don’t trust ‘Cause I damn sure don’t trust myself
Summary: You moved to Derry when you were 12 years old, and, to your luck, the monster that haunted the town was nowhere to be seen. However, he had been able to get a glimpse of you–proceeding in taking the chance to sneak into your dreams for the next five years. Until he opens his eyes, yours would stay closed too. And only to crimson dreams.
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You sat in your bed, your focus blurry and your eyes heavy from the sleep that still lingered. Having gotten up and scrambled to make sure the map was still safely hidden in your nightstand, a part of you hoped it hadn’t been real. That you wouldn’t see any balloons, nor have any more dreams. But nevertheless, they persisted. After taking the crinkling paper between your fingertips, you then began to stare intently at the lines that led through the town.