|Chartreuse, by Angel Urena|
Chartreuse, my 5th level wood elf ranger died last night at approximately 11:45 pm in Crazy-ass Tim's 2nd edition AD&D game.
It's been at least 30 years since I played a character enough to reach such a high level. Actually, Chartreuse was only 52 XP away from being 6th level. Dammit.
I played Chartreuse as a ranger with an emphasis on 'range.' She talked a big talk and rained horrible slurs down upon her foes, but she was allergic to melee something fierce. If she was 20 yards away from combat, she was too close. If she could be up in the tree branches, far above the party, she would be there. She even slept in the trees. She had a very nice hammock. Any excuse to be away from potential physical harm was a good one. I really enjoyed playing her.
Early in last night's session, Chartreuse has finally convinced Serendipity to go off and retire from adventuring. Perhaps it was the new found sense of not having to babysit her sister - perhaps it was just something wrong in the air - but this one night, this one dungeon delve, Chartreuse wasn't as cowardly as she needed to be.
A room had been found containing a pack of beetles and an sadistic ogre assaulting said beetles with a whip. Torvalds, the suicidal mage, dropped two burning hands spells on the roomular inhabitants, assured that he would clear the place out in a hurry. Regretfully, the DM didn't have time to mention that these were 11 foot friggin long beetles. And now, they were angry beetles. I had decided to start calling them John, Paul, George, and Ringo, because that's the way I roll.
Two heals from the cleric gave her a whopping 3 hit points back. That's when the ogre magi appeared. Well, she was an invisible ogre magi, so appeared isn't quite the right word. The hidden ogre magi sent a cone of frost down the hallway. Chartreuse failed the save in a major way and suddenly found herself at -25 hit points. She turned blue, iced over, and shattered into a million little fragments. In my mind, at least.
What's even more poignant is that Kaye, who has been trying to purposefully get Torvalds killed, survived with flying colors. Of course, he had help. When he was at -9 hp, the cleric maliciously saved his life. Out of spite. Really. Torvalds has actually become one of the more useful and productive members of our party, but that hasn't stopped Kaye from hating to play him.
One big problem is that I have this alternate reality Chartreuse in my Rather Gamey Comic. The intention was her to be a major character in the story. Yeah, she's not the 'real' Chartreuse, so it really shouldn't really matter what happens in the game - but it does. She's dead. Right now, I dont' have any interest in having her in the story or even drawing her. I just want to mourn her and move on.
So here is to the characters that we play and how they inspire us to try on different personalities for other people's amusement - including our own.
Rest in Peace, Chartreuse.