I’m writing this post today looking a lot different than I did yesterday. For one thing I changed shirts 😉 For another thing I got my head shaved for Spring. Also yesterday I buffed my old Warlock7 with a few new magical items from the new campaign, one of which was a stole (like a priest would wear) that upped my Eldritch Blast from 4d6 damage to 6d6, and the new group also added 3 to all my stats retroactively, because one of the treasures they got added 3 to all party members’ stats. This raised my dex to an outrageous-for-humans level of 21 (the max for normal humans not magically enhanced is 18) as well as enhanced all of my saves because some of my saves were pretty abysmal before the upgrade (it’s a wonder Sparrow survived long enough to reach level 7). Also group rules required me to reset my HP to maximum based on the +3 upgrade I got from their treasure. This was a major help because my HP went from 37 before to 63 after the upgrade. Again, it is a wonder Sparrow ever survived to reach level 7. I was playing Sparrow way out of my pay grade. Or his, at any rate well above what his stats should have allowed him to survive.
At any rate we had another Searing of the Sheep ritual to banish Winter this morning. I’ll let the pictures tell the story.
It was a grey overcast at the start of the ritual.
Lighting the chalice and the god/dess candles.
Protecting my clothes from tiny bits of cut hair.
The first cut is the deepest.
My “barber” is having fun while my arms are trapped.
A “mow-hawk”
And now the beard is gone.
Making the final buzz
The hair piles up.
Nobody wants to see my lip
And once again we have banished Winter from Texas for another year.
PSA, Opus
Witch on a Bicycle 