I sat alone in my home, elbows on my knees and head in my hands at the edge of my bed. I'd never been more humiliated in all my life. I found a smile somewhere at the bottom of the third bottle. Not a normal smile, but one of those smiles where you can't help but chuckle a little at your own terrible luck.
I was finally given a chance to make a big name for myself, then Mr. Jesus Christ shows up and steals the show– thinks he's so perfect. But how did he do it? I ran through the possibilities over and over again in my mind. None of it made any sense. It was like watching a miracle unfold before our very eyes.
I threw the bottle at the wall and one of the shards cut me across the cheek. I grunted in pain before hopping off the bed and letting out a long pent-up scream. I knocked everything off my dresser and leaned against the wall for a moment of self-pity before hearing my late father's voice in my head.
>Son. If you've got a problem and there's something you can do to fix it, why worry?
I opened my eyes and ran my hand through my beard as I thought about it. After a moment of reflection, I was out the door. I asked around and it wasn't hard to track him down. I found him down at the meat market surrounded by adoring fans and couldn't keep the grimace off of my face. I pushed through the crowd to catch the end of his little seminar.
"Do not be anxious about tomorrow," he said with a smile. "For tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day."
Everyone ooh'd and ahh'd before writing in their notebooks. I looked around in disbelief.
"Oh, c'mon!" I yelled. "That? That didn't even make any sense!"
He looked at me with the kind of eyes one would make at their lover and smiled, "Oh. You're the talented magician from earlier. I was hoping I would see you again."
I stood there with my mouth open. The unbelievable chutzpah of this guy. I felt my face turning red as the crowd struggled to stifle their laughter behind me. I balled my fists as I gathered my words and stuck my finger in his face.
"I need to talk to you privately. NOW!"
His expression never changed as he turned and walked toward a nearby storefront. I looked around at the crowd for a moment before following him into the nearby building. It was a small room filled with carpets and spices, and it smelled of travel and intrigue.
"Adam," Jesus called to the burly bearded man at the counter. "I need of your stall to speak to my friend privately."
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So my wife to be has been ridiculously supportive of my transition into Hellenism, so much so that she purchased "Hellenic Polytheism Household Worshiop" by LABRYS (highly recommend getting this book if you are new to Hellenism or just want to add to your current information caché). Just by reading this book, I have finally gained an understanding of Libations and what it means to the Theoi.
So, in an even more supportive move, she has purchased a clay jug for me that will become my oinokhoë just after talking about what I have read. Although I have get to get a skyphos just yet, I wanted to see what ideas our community may have in terms of what designs should be painted onto it. Traditional depictions of the Theoi are preferred (what you might see if you googled traditional Greek pottery) but I am open to new school designs.
Thanks everyone.
This is the story of a jug.
Or, more accurately, a character who looked like a jug.
As a forever DM, I've run numerous campaigns for roughly 30 years or so. I've been playing with most of the people in my present group for around 8 - 10 at this point.
One of my favorite traps to use is one that sets off a randomly-determined spell. Could be anything... magic missile, fireball, prismatic spray... naturally I adjust any damaging spells to make them appropriate for the party level. Well, this time around it was a chest with a Permanent Illusion spell as the trap. My player, Todd, accidentally set it off trying to open the chest.
But what to make him look like? A kobold? A dragon? A striped ass baboon? I decided to roll on the charts in the back of the 1st ed DMG. Quite useful for randomly determining (mostly) mundane items that can be found in a room. And I rolled a jug.
This wasn't a polymorph mind you. It was just an illusion, so Todd looked like a jug but was his normal self otherwise. He spent roughly the next six months walking around being a jug. To maintain the illusion the group's fighter would carry him around in public. But if they were in a dungeon or wilderness, he would just walk along, looking like a happy jug just... jugging along.
After a few months of this, the party faced a wizard and cleric, along with their underlings. During the fight, Todd was casting spells and it didn't take long for the wizard and cleric to realize something wasn't right. Like getting hit by a magic missile that didn't come from any of the other party members - it didn't take a genius to realize the party had someone who was invisible/disguised/etc. So the evil cleric cast a dispel magic and rolled well enough to cancel the illusion.
And I felt terrible about it. Because everyone was having a good time with it. But I don't like to run my master villains like complete idiots. Especially not spellcasters. But for a while there, Todd was the best damn jug he could be.
Doing a stripping run but going to run out of glass jars. I ferment in HDPE Jerrycans because I know they are safe to store pretty much everything in.
This stripping run isn't going all that well due to foaming and there isn't a lot I can do about it apart from run it again. I do have a few 2L HDPE jugs because I made a mead with store brought juice and it came in HDPE jugs. Do you lot think it will be fine to keep my low wines in? It won't in in there for very long as it looks like I am going to have to strip it again.
Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine
by Li Bai
translated by William Acker
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine–
I pour alone lacking companionship,
So raising the cup I invite the moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
Because the moon does not know how to drink
My shadow merely follows my body.
The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and the moon begins to reel,
I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
While I’m still conscious let’s rejoice with one another,
After I’m drunk let each one go his way.
Let us bind ourselves for ever for passionless journeyings.
Let us swear to meet again far in the Milky Way.
Drinking Alone under the Moon
by Li Bai
tr Xu Yuanchong, 1997
Amid the flowers, from a pot of wine
I drink alone beneath the bright moonshine,
I raise my cup to invite the Moon who blends
Her light with my Shadow and we’re three friends.
The Moon does not know how to drink her share;
In vain my Shadow follows me here and there.
Together with them for the time I stay
And make merry before spring’s spent away.
I sing and the Moon lingers to hear my song;
My Shadow’s a mess while I dance along.
Sober, we three remain cheerful and gay;
Drunken, we part and each may go his way.
Our friendship will outshine all earthly love,
Next time we’ll meet beyond the stars above.
