NEW CONCERT: OMNI EXPO!
Saturday, March 16th, 2019
Panel Room 1, 8:00 PM
I'm making a GLORIOUS return to Omni Expo! This is my first con set of 2019, and I'm really excited to be back, since it seems like they leveled up everything since the last time I was there.
RPG PALS CLUB!
I'm part of a new DnD 5th Ed. Actual Play Podcast called "RPG Pals Club", and I play Oi!, a punk drow monk.
You can listen to our first two episodes here:
Episode 1 - Bar Fights!
Episode 2 - Dock Danger!
It's DMed by Luke Herr, aka Koltreg, a long time internet friend of mine, and while we're realllly far ahead of the episodes released right now, I look forward to every play session :)
Anyway, here's the backstory on how both A. Got into punk music and B. Left the underdark
Every night, as he’d check on the slaves in their quarters, Oi noticed something odd developing. It started off innocently enough: a slave would bang out a beat on their walls, but then others started joining in. Eventually one of the slaves fashioned a guitar and bass out of some enchanted webbing and various bits of wood. It was crude, but it was incredible how it all came together. Normally it was Oi’s job to keep these people in line, but he couldn’t help but be enraptured by harmony of it all.
And then they started singing.
They sung about their pain, they sung about their feelings, they sung about those from the surface they had missed after being brought down to the underworld. Each night, a different tune of loss and hopelessness and while most drow would revel in such pain, Oi only asked them this:
“Could you do it faster? And louder?”
For a while, the band of slaves acquiesced to Oi’s requests. The music filled Oi with raucous energy; he could move twice as fast, lift twice as much and when he was on “errand boy” duty, he, uh, ahem, provided much better “service”. While the slaves didn’t mind so long as Oi didn’t cause them any trouble, they still longed for the lives on the surface world.
“You know,” said Pubrin, a half-elf bard from Waterdeep, “I used to be part of a band before I was captured and brought down here. If you let us out, I can reunite with them and you can join us.” The offer, while incredibly tempting to Oi, was bittersweet: the Underdark was all he knew, and he had heard that most surface dwellers despise the drow. “I’m sorry,” he said with a frown, “but this is all I know…”
To which Pubrin replied, “Have it your way”
The next night, there was no music.
This continued on for at least another week. With each night of silence, Oi could feel himself slipping more and more; his mind was always somewhere else, his body not quite working right, as if it were only a puppet. The high priestesses kept scolding him on his shoddy work and he knew if this kept going on, he could be executed or worse, relegated to clean up duty.
Purbin awoke from his usually frenzied slumber with the sound of his cell door being ripped open. Oi was there in the doorway, covered in sweat and his Mohawk in shambles atop his head.
Shit yeah! I get to do self indulgent writing again!“We’re leaving tonight.”
JAM OF THE WEEK: "The Man" by The Killers
OK, after the overwrought bombast of Battleborn to this, it feels like The Killers are going "WELL FINE!". It manages to be both simpler then what they usually put out, but still has all this largess to it.
The music video is great as it shows Brandon Flowers, lead singer of The Killers, failing over and over again in different hats. The video does reflect the intention of the song, which is "Yeah, all this machismo bullshit has to go away eventually".
Nothing too grand about it, sometimes you just want something to make you boogie.
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