Dice Shame - 2-22 | 'Donkey's Years'

Episode Date: January 26, 2023

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You know, I kind of wish that I had never gone into that battle, but... Yeah, it's been about a week. I don't even know how to count the days. I'm going to tough it out outside. I suppose we should be on our way. It's called cognitive dissonance. How hard did you hit him? Oh, shit, sorry.

The problem with this, it's still magic. I'm kind of, uh, wandering myself, I suppose. Wait, why is being from water people compared to summoning an imp? I figured I might as well give it all I got, because it's Doran. I have only two spells. Make flower, kill donkey. I'm all out of flowers. Welcome back to Dyshame.

This is Season 2, Episode 22, Donkey's Years. MVP this week is Dan Soul Knight from our Discord, who wrote Almost Cut Up on episode 212 and could not agree more with Alex's take on Jeff Buckley's Grace. Beautiful album. Laila Finds My Goin's My Goose. too. They also wrote any more ideas on Dyshame-branded sad song playlist? I kind of need it now. Well, guess what? We just made one and you can find the link in the notes of this episode. Despite being around for a while, we're always looking for ways to grow. If you haven't already, please consider

leaving us a positive review on your favorite podcast review site. Or hell, just share us with your friends. It would mean a lot. All right, should we do it? Yeah, let's do it. Woo! The air is close around carousing bodies of dwarves. Beer, sour, and slopped in their beards, breaths wild with liquor and roaring with laughter. It's dark, but for a bit of torchlight and a fireplace, and rain hammers against the window panes like an army trying to break its way in. The hot flame-ruled night whipped into the frenzy of a summer thunderstorm, just like the dwarves inside the longhouse.

Doran Iron Fist Face unscarred by the talon of a devil, and with fewer wrinkles from the wear of time, sits at the head of the festivities, banging his fist on the table and head nearly in his lap, desperately catching his breath from laughter at some body joke. He wears a flimsy metal crown, something wrought somewhat haphazardly and bearing the dwarven ruin for elder.

The man beside him adds another coarse sentence to the end of the joke, and the table erupts again into helpless chaos. Someone kicks over a chair. Thunder rolls over uneasily in the distance. The door slams open and rain pours through behind the dwarf that stomps in, looking for all the world like he'd just taken a swim. He shakes like a dog, spraying half the room, eliciting jeers, and then his red-rimmed eyes find Dorn.

He draws his great sword and salutes, holding the sword overhead, then slamming his fist against his chest. Commander, tonight, in honor of the celebration of your scarning, we hunt to arms. The Longhouse boils over in furious activity, dwarves pounding whatever open containers of liquor are at hand. buckling weapons to themselves and rushing out into the night. Doran is there, alongside them, happy to be amongst old friends, stupidly drunk, and yet still steady on his feet, blinking rainwater out of his eyes and looking up at the roiling clouds as the Dwarven hunting party creeps through the dark forest. The mouth of a cave is pointed out through the driving downpour,

and someone hands Doran a flask of something fiery enough to make him cough. The battalion of dwarves, stamping and muttering a chant to raise bloodlust. The weapons come out of sheaths. And then they're pounding across the last few meters towards the cave. The air inside is stale and familiar. Doran is not even fully inside yet when the first screams are ripped from the throats of the enemy. And despite being rusty from years of peace, he is ready with his axe. slashing and ripping through the horde,

sidestepping a counterattack and whirling easily to cut down his foe. Stopping a moment too long. His eyes traveling up, heads spinning from the drink, squinting to focus on a pathetic little tapestry. Some fragment of cloth scrawled with goblin text. Something Doran had only begun to learn, to read earlier that year. through the ebbing sound of combat the last gurgles of a bloody death through his bleary vision

he reads the little banner and then panic dribbles through his consciousness the sick moment of realization he uses the shaft of the axe to roll a body onto its back and recognizes their face no no and that's when you wake up no no don't wake up no don't wake up You're muttering You're... What's going on? We were all asleep And you just started screaming

Oh yeah I was having a I was having a bad dream I just Well you woke everyone up now It's barely even dawn And Doren's like Oh we're getting up

And he's pacing And kind of I'll be right back I just need I need to clear my head for a minute He kind of walks Sort of in a big circle Around camp

He doesn't really leave your sight or anything. Jack nods to Kieran to sort of chase after him and see if he can cheer Doran up a little bit as he's sitting there. Anybody hear anything? What do you say? Is he always like this?

Yeah, he's weird. Oh, you mean like muttering in his sleep? Or you mean the person sending their dog? No, I mean, Doran. You get used to it. I don't think he's been like this before. Is that a bad dream? Yeah, but he doesn't have bad dreams.

I'm usually the one with the bad dreams. Mari looks over and she's like, Believe me, you're going to hear a lot of muttering for a while from everyone in this tent, aside from maybe Jack. But even then. Do I not mutter? You're an elf, you don't sleep. You mutter, but when you're awake, and I have to hear it.

Oh, I see. It's more consciousness. Fucking red. But no, he's not normally like this. He does seem to be more intense as we're getting closer to. Well, I guess he's home. And we are camping. Jesus Christ, I take a wide step away from Jack.

At that one, Mari gets up and walks out of the tent to go check on Doran. I'm not dealing with puns this early in the morning. I'm coming too. It's a very normal time to wake up so you can see the sunrise. Jack stayed in there by himself talking. I don't know what to be his problem. Yeah. Mari crawls out of the tent and goes over to Doran,

who I assume is still pacing and muttering. Oh, hey, hey, Marie. I just, you know, I had one of those dreams. It seemed so real. It was a memory dream, you know. Not to get too personal. I don't really want to go into it, but it was. I can tell it stressed you out because, I mean, you remembered my name.

So clearly, clearly something's clouding your mind. So if you want to talk about it Well Maybe it's just the fact that Well I'm getting more used to you being around You know Well it's been

I don't even know how to count the days Neither do I I don't even know how to count half the time Red walks up behind after leaving as well Yeah it's been about a week And I'm glad it warming up to marry Where hell that dog go Yeah

Hey red Hey Yeah I haven't really been too open with you guys And girl and Maybe it's time I start being a little bit more honest and just open with you people. You know, I had one of those dreams, you know, one of the dreams that was sort of like a memory and it was a little too real. I kind of woke up thinking I was back at a place, but...

War stories kind of thing? Yeah. Hey, Jack. Oh, hi, Jack. Yeah, I was... I better go back in the tent. Everybody walked out of him. You know, I've been in a lot of battles and a lot of things.

a lot of death, and it was just one of those situations where, you know, I kind of wish that I had never gone into that battle, but it is what it is. Was it a battle? Because some of the things you were saying dictate differently. Well... You said something that makes me think that it was something you saw. It was just memories. And, you know, I know I just said that I want to be more open with you people, but they're

just bad memories and turn into bad dreams. And I think it's all just because we're in and around where I grew up, you know. Right, but Doran, if your subconscious is trying to tell you something, you know, if these dreams or memories are starting to bubble back up, I don't know, maybe an easy way to get over them is to, you know, expel them. Expell them? Well, you know, talk about them. Throw them up.

You can't really get rid of a memory, can you? Well, sometimes showering it does. I mean, think about this. Since you talked about Stunted Danlin's Peak, you haven't been plagued by that anymore when you went back to confront Chaos Hammer or who you thought was going to be Chaos Hammer and you confronted

your past you dealt with it in a way you kind of handled it you know head on and you seem like you're better for it well you definitely have something there red but putting yourself into the situation is a little different than talking about it I'm just

not ready at this time he's so repressed you know why don't why don't we keep on our way and uh time is right hey look i hear you as someone who was part of the assassin's guild

i i took a long time to share that i'm right there with you hey we all got stuff hey veranda you know you you too i'm sure you got repressed memories along with all of us marie came from water people jack summoned an imp you summoned a what it was a bad choice isn't that like really dangerous stuff yeah wait why is being for from water people compared to summoning an imp. Well, it's not that it's compared to summoning an imp.

I just don't know anything about you, and I didn't want you to feel left out. Tishay. I remember that. I remember it bit somebody's ass. Oh, it stole all of these things from all of us, and it made us blame each other, and it got real... Tried to turn us all against each other.

Well, I think it successfully did. That's a terrible idea. Yeah. Why would you summon an imp? Yeah, Jack, why? And Red Light puts his chin on both of his hands and turns towards you. At the time, We had just gotten out of Grudhog, the castle of the hill giant queen,

and we just thoroughly got our asses beat, and we were searching for any kind of help or answers. And we needed... Power mostly. Yeah, that's subconsciously what spoke to me from the void, and I thought, fuck, we'll try at it, because I got feeling pretty hopeless at the moment. Wasn't a good decision. Make some bad decisions when you're feeling kind of hopeful. helpless. It's called cognitive dissonance. It basically means that he can justify anything,

regardless of his actions. Yeah. Veranda's just looking between the four of you, like, what the fuck have I stepped into? She's just like, I'm going to go and get some firewood. The point of the story is that we all have our baggage. And as much as I think it's right for you to share it, Doran, I also would agree that it's got to be right. when it's right for you, you know? Yeah. I'm no model of sharing when I should have, you know, so...

Plus, these are memories that, you know, that's already happened. There's nothing I can do about it now. Well, most memories are already happened, Doran. All memories have already happened. Well, yeah, I suppose you're right. But these ones doubly said. I suppose if you're remembering something that hasn't happened already then. That's just a lie.

Dora kind of trails. all and then heads back, heads back to start rolling up his bedroll. Jack mumbles to himself about incompetent soldiers getting whole battalions killed and assassins killing lots of people and how an imp didn't get anybody killed. Just put a lot of people out of joint. But that's fine. I'm the evil one. You're muttering again, Jack.

Jack mumbles very loudly. Since why we start sleeping in a tent inside of Liam's tiny head is just shaped like a tent today. I like it. Leamon's tiny tent. I also like the idea that Red and maybe even Mari have their own tents outside of the hut sometimes just to get the real camping experience just a just a sometimes marie just needs a little space i picture it often starts with red being like i'm gonna stuff it out outside in the

cold on these mountains and it starts out there and in the morning the tent is just on the inside of the border i would imagine that like delicately spooning one of them no he's like he's like inside it's like wrapped around one of our necks you know like a cat like a tree so doran starts to roll up his bed roll and he's getting things going. I suppose we should be on our way. I mean I know. Yeah. Mario goes over to Jack and is like, it's

actually fine that you brought up an imp. I actually have a cousin who's an imp. Like, not related, like, blight blood. Really? Yeah, yeah. How does that work? Yeah, how does that work? Family is complicated. I mean, don't have to tell me that twice.

This is an adopted cousin. So there's no imp in the bloodline, but No, I mean, with a family full of wizards, it's hard to really tell where it all came from. Yeah. I don't know. I just, I heard I heard Doran say something like, what the fuck is that? Which to me does not seem like a battle. It seems like coming across something you didn't want to find. Hey, Veranda, you want to help me hunt a rabbit?

Um, yeah, sure. I hear you don't. Jesus. Stay here there. No, no, no, I'll come. No, no, don't worry. You stay here. She's like, she's like moping a little bit. Yeah, it's okay. You stay here.

What's wrong with you, Veranda? I mean, she sits down on a log nearby. You're thinking that you've fallen in with a bunch of misquets. She sighs. No, no, it's not that. Is there a gas leak? Why is everyone so depressed? I'm fine.

I don't know. I don't want to seem ungrateful, okay? I recognize that what you guys did for me was right. by your own measure, finding me in the woods turned to stone and taking me with you and restoring me. And thank you again, Mari, for that. I really appreciate your help. I just wish that I could have, listen, I saved that mule from mistreatment, Todd. We traveled a long ways together. He was like my family. And the farther away we get from his body i just wish that i could have given him a proper burial you know like it just it doesn't feel

right that his body was just left in the snow to be torn apart by wolves or whatever scavengers and i just i would have loved to have been able to bury him and don't want to be ungrateful but i'm just feeling a little bit sore about that this morning very fair hey it's all right totally yeah i had a myself named Astor a few months back that after some trolls attacked the inn we were staying at they they killed him and it tore me up I I hear you yeah yeah sorry we didn't know I guess in the moment it's I mean you were turned to stone we just sort of on the way back down we do have to we're coming back this way I mean we we we could probably stop on the way back to give your mule a proper burial.

I think I'll probably find my own way to mourn him eventually. Well, I named my bow after my horse, if you need any ideas. Well, that's nice. Mari has enough experience with starting to wrestle with death. So this kind of sets off something in her. She's killed so many donkeys. She's got so many don't. She fucking hates them.

She does. It's really, it's really. Going, guys, go in. I'll be a second. I'm just going to tie up the horses. Walk up to a donkey outside. Slit throat. Stab.

D drown. The worst part is like the two or three days ahead of that where she goes into them and whispers is depressing them down like two days left. That's really got to. It's not okay. I'm going to get you. Guys, you're ruining all of my character reveals. Sorry. Oh, no.

Oh, good. Can you imagine, though? I'm Mari, horse killer. I love you. Just enough episodes in for you to fall in love with me. Now we're going to reveal the real secrets. Yeah, by the way, I also kick dogs and I kill horses. No.

Just because I'm a good adventure doesn't mean I am nice to animals. Oh, no. She's like many layered characters. Yeah. Worst to druid ever. What a terrible druid, the druid who hates animals. I have to speak to animals so that I have to be. I can insult them

always. I'm gonna fucking kill you. She's just saying all these horrible things. She's like, look at you. I'm gonna fucking eat you. You know what this.

You know what this is that I'm eating? This is meat. You know how many ways there are to skin a cat? I do. And I'm gonna practice one more tonight. She's been

Druand. Oh no. No. Wah. Sorry. Anyway. veranda stands up and she's like you know yeah yeah red i'll come and help you sorry guys i don't mean to bring this whole thing down although kill an animal to make myself feel better it's kind of

the vibe around here he's like do you i know that we can't go back but if you like there is a way that we could at least pay passage that we can say goodbye are you a necromancy yes no could you imagine surprise is you donkey back kill me I'm a necromanic druid so I only bring back plants and animals if you're like guys my my fern

died and I'm like surprise it's a zombie now Mari takes out the flower dagger and like strikes it against her walking stick and there's some flowers fall out and she picks them up and she holds her hand out to veranda and just says take my hand and she casts just a small little glyph just appears

and it just appears in the snow in front of them and she holds the flowers and they just burst into flames and it's just a little it's a little it's a tiny little ritual just to say goodbye to someone it's really nice thank you can you also heal my cat oh I guess we slept so yes you know would really help if you brought my fucking cat back you know what sorry I just used my spell slot on that flower thing I'm really sad about flycatcher.

Shit, yeah, I forgot that that's actually a fifth level spell. It's like the most useless fifth level spell. It's a fifth level. Yeah, every time I do that, it like burns through spell slots. It uses six spell slots. I have only two spells. Make flower kill donkey.

I'm all out of flowers. Which one of you's making an ass out of yourself? That's really good. That's the joke of the episode. I want to give you. you inspiration for that. Can I give half? Okay, I'm giving you a shared inspiration because that punchline was half Alex,

half Rob. All meet. You have to use it together. You have to decide when you're going to use your inspiration. It's a combo move, really. That's right. Rob likes.

All right, well, let Marie bring back your little cat thing. We'll go hunting for rabbits. It sounds good. Let's do it. Do you have a weapon or something? A great point. I'll give you a dagger or something.

I have a dagger. Yeah, sure I'm sure you do. Oh, so they've gone to get some food. Let's start a little fire and make it... Your cousin has some weird stuff, Jack says, turning the tuning fork with a key with tuning fork hands and the half of the treasure map and stuff that he picked up. Yeah, he really did.

That was kind of nice to see him. Don't touch my rat. No, no, we won't. We won't. I'm going to touch the rat. Touch the rat. No, Joel Gass is, that's my mother. sisters' sons.

Nice. Older or younger than you? He's about the same age, actually. Oh, nice. We're only a year apart. Yeah. Joel Guss didn't follow in the same footsteps that I did. Back in the forest. Sorry

about Doran and everybody, including myself. No, you know what, it's fine. I have a lot of experience getting to know strangers, so... Yeah, you said, you're all traveled this side of Fyroon. Why?

I mean, like I said, it's just kind of the way of chosen to live my life. You know, I'm a wanderer. I don't like to be someplace too long, you know? There's something about familiarity that breeds contempt,

some saying like that. Ah, yeah, I know that feeling. Jack, you son of bitch. And just to re-shine a spot, light on veranda because I think I sort of breezed over her being that she was made of stone initially. This halfling woman, she's short even for a halfling. She's got these fitted leather pants on their like fantasy caprice. They end like mid-calf and she's barefoot even in the snow. I think Orrin also was barefoot. It's just a halfling thing. She seems to be unbothered by the cold.

Her body is wrapped in a cozy looking deep mustard colored cloak. and she's always got her hood up, dark, long black hair hanging down out of the sides in this, like, wild tousel. She's pretty young, but she's confident looking, except when I guess you guys are worried that there's trouble on the road, in which case she will climb a tree when instructed to by Mari. She's got dark skin, freckled cheeks and gray eyes, and she's holding the dagger that you gave her a little bit unfamiliar. That's a glass dagger. I think it's dragonglass, a ghost glass or something? I don't know, a friend gave it to me. Where's your kin from? Is it there, you know, you Waterdavian down south, up north? I'm from Fyroon, other side of the sea, that away, and he points to the west. Not Fyroon, then. No, not really. I'm kind of a wanderer myself, I suppose. Came here to try to sell wares and then got in with some bad people and killed a lot of people for a long time.

time. Well, not a long time. What's a long time when you're killing someone? Anyway, and then I got together with these people, and we've been well, we've been hunting giants ever since. Where across the sea? Fyroon. Wait, what did I say? Mazdica. Yeah. It's a beautiful, sunny. You know,

it's very similar to Fyroon in the way that the far far north is nice and icy, but the down south is a lot warmer, very sandy. A lot of giant beetles. and plants that sounds terrifying i'm not going to lie what about you are you out east or um from near here just on the other side of the high moor there's a place called the misty forest have you ever been there i don't think so uh just around that area oh right can i roll inside on her sure that is the

15 um yep she i mean she's being vague She didn't give you like a specific location But from what you can tell, that's that's the truth Right, right, right Cool, well, how good are you at hunting game? I'm not super great But I'm excited to learn from you Hey, don't learn, let's have a little bet

A bet A little challenge Sure First one to spear breakfast Uh Uh Sings a song First one to spear breakfast will be serenaded by the other party.

I like the sound of that. That's pretty good. I don't have a lot of money, so I don't. I mean, she looks you up and down at all of your, like, sparkling gear and your magic arrows and your cloak of useful items. And she's like, I don't think I could, I don't have any material things that you... A song sounds great. Hell, it's worth a lot to me to hear someone's voice.

let's do it perfect and she stealths away dagger clutched in her so you guys gonna roll for it no because red's not gonna hunt he's just gonna watch her hunt because I don't give a shit about winning

I give a shit about watching I tell me she's too trusting the first mistake was thinking I was just an idiot I am but I'm not just an idiot stupid like a fox cool meanwhile back at camp okay well Jack you're gonna want to put your hand here and you got

like Mari you got to use some muscle like what is with you too come on look at this and he like taps both your arms like where's the muscle come on what is going on with enough momentum you can throw her you just put your hand here if you throw me I swear

to God I swear to all of the God he's not going to throw you you know what I don't think either you are throwing the other it's just not going to happen think cricky that you guys are both Magic users. I know that we had that little thing

where we didn't have magic, but I don't know if the best option is for both of us to learn how to fight. But what happens if you're right up in someone's face like you are to me here and let's say, let's say I start to threaten you, what are you going to do? What are you going to do?

You're going to punch me in the face. Come on, give me a whack in the face. Mari, come on, come on. Mari grabs her walking stick and she spins it. And when she spins it, you see that all of a sudden, all these carvings turn a light blue color and she cracks Doran across the head

with the helmet and there's just this shower of like little like blue sparks shoot out of there. Okay okay okay okay and Doran like falls on his butt and he stands up he's like yeah but the problem with this and he yanks the thing out of your hand

he says the problem with this is still magic and he throws it off to the side as soon as it leaves her hand the blue disappears yeah goes Jack do you want to try All right, Doran, and Jack puts up his fisticuffs and his best impression of the, the, you know, shadow thief of Waterdeep or whatever from a story because it's definitely not, but he, he throws a punch. He does not, it does not land. It doesn't come anywhere near.

He's a little off balance. Okay, all right. See, Jack, you're going to want to put back foot there, front foot here. Now try again. Come on, I'm right here. Come on. Come on. Connect with me.

Connect with me. Right here. He points at his jaw. He points at his own jaw. Despite your best efforts, Jack connects. Yeah. Lanz a solid one. But almost, it's like it drops a little low

and he like punches your throat and not your jaw. It's like it's a good hit. Oh. Oh shit. Sorry. Whoa. Also, Betty hit low on a dwarf. Okay.

Yeah. Well, he knew he had to go low. He just didn't great calibrated how low he needed to go, right? I remember that. I remember that one, Jack. I remember that. Are you all right?

Oh. Give me that one, Jack. How hard did you hit him? I mean, I figured I might as well give it all I got because it's Doran. All right. Okay. So that's it.

Go for the neck. And now you, Mari, let's go. Come on. Come on. I'm not going to punch you in the neck. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Marie is not much of a fighter. But she does. She does have three sisters, and she's the second, and she's the second oldest. Give me what you got. Let's see your fist. Let's see that fist. No, come on, make it tight. Make a tight fist.

And Dorn's like grabbing your hand. She sort of like fakes, like she's not going to do it. And then she just, not as hard as I think she would normally, but she just cracks him across the jaw. It's still not very strong, though. She's quite, she's very nudely. Okay. I know, I get where you're going for there. I didn't.

Why does anybody hit anyone? This hurts your hands so much. Oh, God. But you got to do it a few times. We need our hands for our work. I know. How can I? Just as you are cradling your injured hand, Mari, you hear a howl in the distance.

Back with Red and Veranda. Red is perched on like a. birch tree still as anything his eyes as slits scanning the snow looking for veranda are you using pass without trace yeah i've cast pass without trace and i can rule stealth all right it's a 37 okay great because i rolled 27 and i have passed the truth it's it's a trivial feat red is so fucking silent he doesn't even know he's there whoa scared myself he's like oh oh veranda passes underneath a tree close by you and you have a great vantage point red and she drops to her knees in front of what turns out to be a rabbit burrow the opening to a warren

and she does something with the glass knife that you don't quite see behind the folds of her robe hidden from your view she's kneeling and then she drops something on the ground just on the outside of the burrow and in a moment or two the sniffing curious head of a rabbit protrudes from the hole she raises this glass dagger up high and plunges it down into the spine of this rabbit and then gathers it up by the ears this dripping carcass now looks around and begins to walk back

in the general direction towards where the camp is and then you hear the howl. Red turns in the direction of the howl watches her until she's out of sight slides down and begins walking towards her

and like in a real cool guy move he like pulls the ball of his back and like fires an arrow to the side and, like, kills a rabbit, skips over and picks it up, and then jogs after her. Thank you once again to our wonderful Patreon supporters,

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Thank you so much. Oh. No. No, I love the idea of the necromanic druid who only brings back plants. But what a life in the city for all of the, like, people who can't care for their houseplants, but still want something tropical, just to be like, no, no, I'll give you a zombie ficus. Oh, yeah. She's sought after. This seems doing really well, although it's pale.

It's too. And looks dead. Just the two drops of blood a month. All you got to put in that. So I let's go. Vines coming up from all the other plants, just like snaking over. Don't let it bite another plant, though. That's where it really gets in trouble.

Double zombie. Yes. Yes. What was I doing? Character moment? I don't remember. You said we were going to go. Pay passage.

Oh, oh, yeah. Pay passage. That's right.