I’m not sure how many people can say this, but I love spoilers.
This is true for practically every aspect in my life. When I go to a concert, I google the setlist so I know which songs area going to be performed so I can make sure I know the lyrics. When there is a movie that I’m interested in seeing, I’ll look up the plot synopsis. Even when I read, I find my eyes drifting toward the last page of a chapter before I’ve finished. While I do enjoy surprises and will hold back so I can go along for the ride, I think I enjoy being “in the know” more.
Because of this, I had an absolute blast during the last D&D session. Since Ciaran was left behind in town during the undead attack, I had a chance to know what was happening even though Basile and the rest of the party didn’t. While we were all in Dis, I was also rping via Facebook chat with Eddie to determine what was happening back in town.
To top if off, Eddie asked me to write up a summary of the events that took place before Neebs and Associates could come to the rescue.
Of course, a summary isn’t good enough. So, here’s a short story of the events from Ciaran’s perspective:
The last two sessions of D&D have been a lot of fun, but it’s unfortunately going to be a long wait for the next time we play. Approximately six weeks. Ugh, I feel the withdrawals already. You can definitely expect some additional creative content as I wait until mid-November for the next session! In the meantime, here’s the summary of what happened!
- Ciaran (LVL11) and Basile (LVL13)
- Lorn (LVL 13)
- Marven (LVL13)
- Neebs (LVL 13)
- Dwayne (LVL13)
- Rhaegar (LVL 13)
- Alkaid (LVL 13)
- Kass (LVL 12)
Upon arriving back in town:
- Dwayne visits H’rathen to show off the Colyrut head he found in the Elemental Plane of Water. He also meets with Qyburn and Chip Whitley regarding an order for 50 Globes of Trap Spring for the Fang Reserve.
- Rhaegar goes to the Fang Reserve to check and see if there are any bounties to collect on. He also sells the Formian remains and Colyrut metal.
- Marven sells the Thundering Axe and Belt of Mighty Blow to Xi-Long.
- Kass makes a new bandanna for Xylander, as the old one was burnt to a crisp when he became a thunder cat (ho.)
- A burly man with a large nose “arrives” into town. He visits H’rathen to discuss Ysgard (it’s actually Rocky, who is looking for a way to return to the plane he had been banished to for a few seconds.) The conversation devolves into an arm wrestling match that Rocky wins.
- Neebs visits the blind man from before and tells him that other humans were “complaining” about him and that he needs to be ejected off the statue’s forehead in order to follow the new laws set in place. OR, they can redact the new law to allow anyone to stay in Neebsenshire, including the “snake woman.” The man chooses to let the law be redacted.
- Basile visits Levi to show him the book that Tomas wrote, and tells him that the stories are about him and his adventures. Levi make a comment about, “if you were my son, I would be so proud of you.” Basile tells him that they are going to Dis, and Levi blesses him with a Magic Vestment spell. Before he leaves, he tells Levi that “they both know who he really is, but he’d like to keep his past buried.”
- Lorn visits Skor and orders a set of Mithril Armor for Rocky, then goes to Xi-Long to purchase two scrolls of True Resurrection. He then asks where the group can get documentation to travel back to Mechanus legally, and Xi-Long directs them to Father Teegan. Lorn and Rhaegar go to purchase the proper documents, which are written out in sapphire dust ink (fancy.)
The group goes to visit H’rathen, who can plane shift them to Mechanus. Marven and Neebs write their letters of apology. Meanwhile, Basile asks H’rathen to send a message to Tomas telling him that he brought their dad back to life. Tomas responds that he’s very excited, and accidentally slipped and mentioned that Basile was still alive. Oops.
Annette Gilson is a master of fiction. She has spent several years perfecting her craft, and it shows in her novel New Light.
It’s not exactly a romance, nor is it a philosophical or scientific work. It’s not fantasy, but it definitely doesn’t feel like it’s based on reality. New Light is a hybrid of a myriad of genres neatly woven together to create a whole new kind of novel.
Gilson takes on the awe-inspiring task of taking a mysterious and otherworldly subject – visions – and explores what makes it so fascinating by using a blend of scientific and poetic language. If any other author tried to do so, I’m sure it would have become a muddled mess, but Gilson does so with ease. She is able to perfectly balance her vivid images with scientific jargon that overwhelms and pacifies the reader into understanding.
The time has come. I am officially a graduate of Oakland University. This final article as Photo Editor (and occasional reporter and blogger) for the Oakland Post marks the end of an era of learning my passion in life: creative writing. I have met many people on my journey to getting my bachelors, but one person who has helped me the most is the one and only Annie Gilson.
I had Gilson as a professor for my Advanced Creative Writing course about a year and a half ago. My good friend and fellow author Adrian Schirr was joining me, and I felt prepared to take the class by storm. However, I was not at all prepared for the intensity that is professor Gilson and her teaching.
To put it simply, she is a powerhouse of creative writing. Her energy was never less than 150%, and her passion for writing was even higher. She didn’t hold back with her critiques, and I admit that I left class with tears in my eyes after having some of my work ripped apart. However, it was the critiques I needed to hear, not the critiques I necessarily wanted to hear. That was one of the most important values I learned after taking Gilson’s course. I needed to develop a thick skin when it comes to revising and critiques. My writing isn’t perfect, and I need to know and not let my feelings get hurt when someone says “this makes no sense!”
The best part is that Gilson applies everything she teaches to her students to her own writing, which I learned when I interviewed her about her novel New Light, which was first published in 2006, and reprinted in 2010.
FINALLY. After a month of waiting, we were finally able to play D&D again! Here’s the summary of what happened during this wonky, RP-heavy and battle crazy session:
- Ciaran (LVL10) and Basile (LVL12)
- Lorn (LVL 12)
- Marven (LVL12)
- Neebs (LVL 12)
- Dwayne (LVL12)
- Rhaegar (LVL 12)
- Alkaid (LVL 12)
After all of the sudden visitors at his home, Rhaegar decides that he needs to put wards up to protect their base. Lorn says he can hallow the home, cast Discern Lies, and put up a Symbol of Persuasion. However, he can only do so for a small fee. Rhaegar trades the Horn of Gondor to Lorn, who then sells it to Marven for him to use at his new club.
Rocky then decides that he would like to visit his keep, and invites the others to join him. Sbeen runs out to find “Not Friend,” to bring him along. Sbeen asks people around town where “Not Friend” Marven is. They explain they heard his name being called out that night at Ashisa’s shop. Sbeen runs into the shop to find in Ashisa’s room. He picks up Marven under his arm to carry him out, but Marven kindly requests that he at least put on pants first. After finding them he allows Sbeen to carry him back to Rhaegar’s. Sbeen skips the entire way back singing. When they arrive, the party notices that Marven is covered in black scales and is “ripped like Jesus.” His wings and horns are also larger. No one seems concerned.
Basile allows Ciaran to go with them, but chooses to stay back to talk with Levi in private. As Lorn teleports everyone away, Basile confesses all of his sins (minus the devil stuff) to his Dad. Even though he knows that Levi already figured out his identity, he’s still too ashamed to tell the truth. To atone for his sins, Basile has to find a Tomb of Clear Thoughts and donate it to a Temple of Ioun. Basile says the only one he knows of it back in Modelheim, to which Levi replies he’ll have to find a different one.
Professor Edward Haworth Hoeppner reads poetry from his collection “Ancestral Radio” during his farewell reading on Tuesday, Nov. 10.
After nearly three decades of working at Oakland University, English Professor Edward Haworth Hoeppner is retiring. On Tuesday, Nov. 10, he had a farewell reading in Dodge Hall, where nearly 100 students and faculty — both past and present — came to listen to his poetry and to bid him farewell.
Hoeppner’s Early Life
At 64 years old, Hoeppner has done a lot in his life. He grew up in Winona, Minnesota on the Mississippi River and studied for a year to become a priest at St. Mary’s University. When he decided that wasn’t the right path for him, he started to focus on English and Creative Writing.
“My high school English teacher first got me really interested in writing. It was illegal. We used to go to his house and drink beer and talk literature and that continued through college,” Hoeppner said with a laugh.
Last week I was bored at work and felt like writing. Ever since our last session, I had been thinking about everything that took place after the tournament: specifically how Basile handled seeing his mentor and father again. So, I wrote a short story based on what happened! (At this rate, I might end up writing another novel…)
Basile lay in the middle of Rhaegar’s home with his eyes closed. He was too exhausted to keep up his invisibility or to silence the internal and external voices of his friends as the slowly made their way to the house. Rhaegar was arguing with Dwayne about something unimportant, while Lorn watched him and jot down his thoughts about Ciaran’s performance in the tournament. He knew that he’d have to explain everything to the nosy druid soon. Meanwhile, Ciaran sat beside him on the floor, recounting every moment of his fight.
“I had to fight Roger Lord Mortimer, Neebs, and that new guy!”
“Yes, I know. I was there.”
“I kicked them all in the dick, like you told me to. It really got them all mad.”
“You did a good job.”
“I know I was protected by our bond, but I can’t believe my arms didn’t come off or that my eyes didn’t get gouged out!”
Basile grimaced. “Before a mark can be made on your skin, I’ll have to die first.”
“I’m sorry you had to get hurt for this to work,” Ciaran murmured, laying down to rest his head against Basile’s shoulder. The tiefling held in a whimper of pain. His shoulders still ached after having his arm ripped off and regenerated. “I wish I was stronger.”
“I can handle it. You’re very strong, and Lorn was there to protect me,” Basile assured his brother. “It will all be worth it in the end.”