Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m eager to dive back into the drama of Vox Machina, having last left the party in a moment of absolute crisis and defeat. Scanlan’s plan to leave an Immovable Rod (well, short sword, but same difference) inside a dragon has quasi-succeeded, while leaving plenty of room for an exciting followup question: how the fuck are he and Vax going to get out of this dragon’s stomach? And while they focus on avoiding digestion, their allies are presented with a different yet equally vexing challenge: how do you make a dragon fight you when it’d rather just fly away? Well, presumably it’s just going back to its lair, meaning our heroes will be facing off with both legendary and lair actions as they attempt to free their comrades from death by stomach acid.

I imagine Scanlan and Vax’s plan was a flourish of stupidity that even Mercer didn’t plan for, but I assume this battle is otherwise going pretty much how he predicted. The push and pull of player agency versus dramatic necessity expresses itself in some unique ways when it comes to major boss fights; you want your players to feel like they can gain a leg up on their opponents via clever strategizing, but also don’t want the fight to feel either formulaic or prematurely solved, necessitating a balance between controllable variables and chaotic in-fight twists. Mercer appears to have navigated this balance through the construction of a two-act fight: first this ambush, which the players largely engineered themselves, followed by a presumed lair fight finale focused more on his own scripted inventions.

Coincidentally enough, my own campaign is also currently transitioning between these moments, with the party’s planning of their allegedly final battle soon to give way to a bombastic scripted escalation. Our melee fighters are largely running on fumes and our sorcerer only has a single spell slot left, so I believe I’ve successfully calibrated the challenge towards a death-defying victory next session, and am eager to see how my players wriggle their way out of this one. I’ll get back to you on how that all plays out, but for now let’s enjoy the climax of Vox Machina’s second season!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m thrilled to be diving back into the adventures of Vox Machina, who most recently joined Grog in clobbering the shit out of the Storm Herd, and bisecting his Vestige-clad mountain of an uncle in the process. The battle against Kevdak saw our heroes united for the first time in half a season, flexing their powers as Grog resolved both his lingering backstory and emotional journey. It was a fine demonstration of how DnD’s narrative and mechanical elements can be harnessed to work in service of the players’ character arcs – of course, such a collaboration requires a player who’s interested in portraying a character arc, which brings us to the current conundrum of our irreverent Scanlan.

Scanlan has time and again been offered a call to grow into a greater sense of responsibility as a character, and has time and again resisted the offer to be anything more than an irreverent prankster. That’s a fine approach to DnD in a campaign where the players are intended to be static reactors to external conflict, but Vox Machina’s campaign is clearly designed around the player avatars overcoming their fatal flaws, be they Percy’s obsession with revenge, Grog’s heedless pursuit of strength, or Vex’s lingering regrets regarding her father. While most of the players have taken to this process with enthusiasm, Scanlan has time and again turned away from the brightly lit signs stating “character growth this way,” prompting the eventual introduction of Kaylie as a daughter-shaped representation of the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, I’m happy to report that my own campaign is again chugging along, with my Cloud-based player having recently triumphed in the final battle against their Sephiroth-esque nemesis. Though my initial thinking ran along lines like “how can I integrate my players’ desires into the narrative I have planned,” the course of our campaign has revealed a pretty obvious truth: player desires will always inform the most passionate and effective collaboration, so they should be built as centrally into the campaign’s structure as possible. With our next session coming this very afternoon, my mind is abuzz with further plans for paying off my players’ desires, but this intro has already run too long as it is. For now, let’s dive back into the journeys of Vox Machina!

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Hello folks, and welcome the heck back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m delighted to be returning to The Legend of Vox Machina, as Grog and his companions square off for a battle that will surely kill them. Seriously, there’s like no way Grog can fight his uncle Kevdak – Kevdak’s wielding a legendary pair of knuckles, Grog already lost this fight back in the day, and he’s currently as taut and muscular as a strip of beef jerky. As such, I’m intrigued to see in what particular fashion Mercer “cheats” for this encounter, giving Grog some productive route forward while nonetheless making it seem like Grog himself earned this victory.

Skillfully laid deus ex machina is well and good in a traditional narrative, but relying on outside interference generally strips players of agency in a tabletop setting. I’m guessing Grog’s victory might serve as a payoff for his last-episode revelation (perhaps Pike will counter his “strength is looking after the little folk” with a “sometimes strength is looking after the big folk”), but I’m eager to find out how.

As for my own campaign, the bustle of moving furniture out of our old apartment and searching for a new one has made it difficult to schedule any new sessions, so I’ve instead been hard at work plotting out the last act of the campaign. This is of course an inherently fraught proposition, as player agency and a fully scripted narrative are naturally at odds, but we’ve fortunately journeyed far enough into the campaign that it’s essentially all payoff from here, meaning I can at least script the broad beats of the upcoming adventures. To be honest, it’s actually quite similar to a common strategy for writing novels: establish the big structural beats so you can be thinking long-term, but allow the characters to surprise you as you’re filling in the individual scenes and sections. This whole process has been so invigorating that I’ll likely start working on some original fiction again once this campaign wraps up, but for now, my mind is abuzz with final boss concepts worthy of the time my players have invested in this rambling tale. Now enough of that, let’s see what Vox Machina are up to!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m eager to dive back into the adventures of Vox Machina, who most recently secured a fresh vestige for Vex in their search for fantastical superweapons. The vestiges have so far proven a highly efficient binding agent for Vox Machina’s rambling journeys; not only do they give the group a Dragon Ball-style incentive to explore this world’s diverse landscapes, they also serve as a natural fusion of narrative drama and mechanical payoff, with each victory offering the tangible reward of a character-specific signature weapon in the wake of that character resolving some aspect of their emotional journey.

Last episode concluded one of those trials while setting the stage for another; Vex has now asserted her value outside of her father’s recognition, while Grog is on the way to answering the question “what does strength mean in the absence of physical power?” Mercer’s setup is so convenient that I’ll probably be stealing it for my next campaign (except maybe hunting down unique enemies instead of weapons?) – as for my current campaign, I’m happy to report that my Bridge Over the River Kwai mission went over fabulously. My players successfully infiltrated a city under occupation, met up with an old ally to discuss strategies (I basically stole the Inglorious Basterds bar scene for that), and then sabotaged a critical bridge while riding off into the sunset. It’s a little hard to schedule sessions with all of us scattered in temporary lodgings, but I’m determined to carry this campaign through to the end. In the meantime, let’s see what nonsense Grog and the gang are getting up to!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I must confess I’m still a little shell shocked, as my apartment caught fire early yesterday morning, resulting in one of the most exhausting days of my life. Fortunately, I’ve still got a bed and I’ve still got my laptop, so goddamnit, the show must go on. Nonetheless, I’ve decided to at least treat myself to a comfort food project: a fresh episode of Vox Machina, wherein our heroes last found themselves stranded across multiple planes, the gnomes and Grog muddling through the mortal plane while our other heroes braved the Fey Realm.

With Grog having lost his strength and the twins nearing a transposed elven city, it’s clear we’re pushing forward on a variety of personal arcs in satisfyingly character-appropriate ways: Grog must learn how to define himself outside of his power, while Vex and Vax must grapple with whatever regrets still linger regarding their flight from home. As for my own campaign, things have been proceeding more or less smoothly through the second act finale of my overarching storyline.

With most of a year’s worth of sessions behind them, my players have now developed all sorts of bonds with the various NPCs of this world, facilitating sequences like an in-game wedding and a teleporter-facilitated pan-continent siege defense. It’s an odd thing to say, but it’s nice to have reached the point where killing off a particularly well-liked NPC prompts some legitimate fury and despair from my players. They care! They really care! Anyway, I’ll have more to say on that soon, but for now let’s get back into the drama of Vox Machina!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m delighted to be diving back into The Legend of Vox Machina, and seeing how our ragtag heroes are faring in the wake of their battle with an active volcano. Keyleth’s literal trial by fire proved an excellent vehicle for improving her confidence, with the distinctions in form between this task and the Briarwoods arc demonstrating the importance of tailoring your conflicts to the players they’re prioritizing.

Percy’s trial spanned a full arc, involved a massive amount of active roleplaying, and resolved in more of an emotional victory than a tangible, mechanical one: an ambitious demand for any player, and thus a challenge that could only be set before a particularly confident one. In contrast, Keyleth’s victory was more sidequest than main arc, its challenges mostly involved performing well in combat, and its conclusion was marked by the super-tangible awarding of fire mastery, all choices better-suited to a player who needs some encouragement, and perhaps doesn’t want to be put on the spot for big speeches. You can theoretically apply a generic adventure to any party, but the best adventures involve meeting your players where they’re most comfortable, and giving them the tools needed to shine in their own way.

Well, that’s the theory, anyway. I’ve been doing my best to apply that logic to my own campaign: my lore-focused player has been deeply integrated into the political tides of the region, my mechanics-focused player has been given lots of flexible combat abilities to express himself with, and my shy player has been afforded more skill-based abilities so they don’t have to roleplay as much. My only real problem at the moment is the player who thinks DnD is a comedy improv hour, and we’re, uh, working on that. But enough about me, let’s get back to Vox Machina!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m eager to dive back into Vox Machina, wherein Vax just received a grim premonition regarding some world-ending calamity. With the continent already beset by a horde of dragons, adding some additional apocalyptic threat just seems like poor sportsmanship, but I’m sure Mercer’s got a plan here. Either way, last episode also provided plenty of useful lessons regarding both hiding the inevitability of a conflict that’s largely on rails, as well as splitting the party between two simultaneous conflicts, so I still had plenty to munch on.

As for my own campaign, I am happy to report that we’ve had two outstanding sessions since last I checked in, as my party journeyed west to gather allies for their own calamitous conflict. The first session was a uniquely tricky one, as it involved the party stopping by the family estate of one of my player characters, thus necessitating a fair amount of side prep with that player. I was worried introducing a whole family at once would be too busy and that some characters would get lost in the shuffle, but the event turned out to be a total hit, and we actually ended up running long just because people wanted to see the ending. I think I’m generally getting a better handle on the exact degree of prep writing necessary to smoothly direct a quest, and am thus able to channel all my energy into crafting atmosphere within the moment, making my prepped work land with that much more impact. But I’ve rambled enough about my own efforts – Vox Machina have a quest to finish, and I’m eager to see them through it. Let’s hunt some dragons!

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Hello everyone, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m eager to grab my dice and roll back into The Legend of Vox Machina, wherein our party are currently facing potential tragedy in the Tomb of Purvan. Having established both our seasonal character conflict (Vax’s overprotective feelings towards his sister, and her resultant frustration), as well as the fact that we’re exploring a monument to the Goddess of Death, we concluded the last episode by entwining those two threads. Vax got fussy, Vex got angry, and one hasty tomb check later, it appears our half-elven heroine has gotten herself killed. Maybe your brother had a bit of a point, Vex?

All in all, Vox Machina’s new adventure is proceeding swimmingly. Beyond that, I’m happy to report my own house campaign is also going well, and we’ve run through three successful sessions since I last checked in. With the party traveling through a particularly post-apocalyptic territory, I ran through first a Seven Samurai-style base defense, then a good old-fashioned battledome, and finally a riverboat gambling scenario, wherein my party had to dispose of a hijacker and ford a river brimming with flesh-eating manatees (“maneaties”). All of these adventures served as experiments in encounter design – first an encounter that’s being fought on two fronts, then an encounter with limited sightlines, and finally an encounter comprising both a normal battle map and a larger ship to be navigated. All three experiments were a success, and I’m eager to apply all this new technology to future quests, but that’ll be a story for next time. For now, let’s check in with Vox Machina, and see what can be done for Vex!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m eager to return to The Legend of Vox Machina, and see how our heroes are fairing in their quest to regain the important magic doohickeys. From a point of initially, emphatically demonstrating that Vox Machina lack the strength to fight these dragons, Mercer has steadily guided the party from “we need to gather an army” (Whitestone) to “no army is willing to assist you” (Vasselheim) to “only the Vestiges of Divergence can stop these dragons” (Slayer’s Take). By splitting these directives among multiple characters and separating them by travel and trials, he’s effectively masked the inevitability of this quest, arriving at that sweet alchemy of the players collectively “choosing” to do the only thing you had written out for them anyway.

It’s a good thing I’m taking notes, as I’m at roughly the same point in my own players’ campaign. Just a few hours after I write this article, we’ll be conducting our second session since picking back up, wherein I plan to guide my party through a destroyed city and into a riff on Seven Samurai. I’m not sure my party’s feeling quite the same sense of urgency as Vox Machina, so I’m eager to see how Mercer maintains momentum and perspective as the gang wanders off on this new adventure. Let’s get to it!

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