And then someone was sick the session we were supposed to meet again! It was quite sad, especially considering the fact that the game I'm a player in hadn't met for two months at that time. But that's ok, because both groups managed to meet last week.
And we had some good sessions both times. My group managed to kill the horde of rats and make its way to the big bad at the end of the dungeon, and the group I'm running finally met a worthwhile cleric and had a decent info dump. And much rejoicing was had. My DM said he'd like to run some one-offs before getting back to the main campaign after we kill the big bad, and it looks like I'm going to run a little Star Wars D6 adventure for them, which will be fun. I've always really liked the Star Wars D6 system. Plus it's always good to mix things up and try different systems.
Anyways, all the not playing sort of made me not want to post anything about the campaigns, but next time I'll revisit the cave of the kobolds and we'll see the real meat of the cave.
Tired of searching for your missing companions, you sit down to rest awhile and read a bit more of the journal you found.
Finding myself in need of
some stalwart companions who won't just die because they're too silly to
wear armor, or run off because they're cowardly elves, I posted a
notice in a public area. Then I proceeded to drink.
A little while later, a big, red, scaly guy wandered in and started asking around for me. Then a dwarf punched him. And they brawled. Scaly was quite the great fighter so I moved quickly to secure his services in watching my back. The dwarf overheard, and we allowed him to tag along.
The next day we wandered over to the temple quarter, and a very rude priest informed us that we could just fuck right off. However, we met a cleric on our way out who said he'd be more than happy to help us for a not inconsequential fee, which we happily paid.
Having secured future healing services, we went back to the shithouse. It was occupied. So I spun a yarn to someone trying to come in about centipede bites, swollen buttcheeks, fever, sweating, and losing control of one's bowels. Yeah, he decided he didn't have to go that badly.
Scaly said there's a better way. And old lady came up to void her bowels, and he simply told her to bugger off in a threatening manner. She fled the scene, scared shitless. Literally.
Anyways, I then proceeded to finally show that manhole cover what's what, and tore it from the ground in a herculean manner. It was quite impressive, if I do say so myself. If there had been wenches there, they would have been all over me.
We then proceeded to wander the sewers, where we came across two separate groups of goblins fighting each other. We let them battle it out, then I went forward and, utilizing the goblinese I picked up during a misspent youth, gave them a whole line about looking for my friend who was last seen entering the sewers. They told me I had to talk to the boss, and took us to the gelatinous cube from earlier. One of the goblins tapped the brickwork, and the gelatinous cube started slowly rising from the water...
A little while later, a big, red, scaly guy wandered in and started asking around for me. Then a dwarf punched him. And they brawled. Scaly was quite the great fighter so I moved quickly to secure his services in watching my back. The dwarf overheard, and we allowed him to tag along.
The next day we wandered over to the temple quarter, and a very rude priest informed us that we could just fuck right off. However, we met a cleric on our way out who said he'd be more than happy to help us for a not inconsequential fee, which we happily paid.
Having secured future healing services, we went back to the shithouse. It was occupied. So I spun a yarn to someone trying to come in about centipede bites, swollen buttcheeks, fever, sweating, and losing control of one's bowels. Yeah, he decided he didn't have to go that badly.
Scaly said there's a better way. And old lady came up to void her bowels, and he simply told her to bugger off in a threatening manner. She fled the scene, scared shitless. Literally.
Anyways, I then proceeded to finally show that manhole cover what's what, and tore it from the ground in a herculean manner. It was quite impressive, if I do say so myself. If there had been wenches there, they would have been all over me.
We then proceeded to wander the sewers, where we came across two separate groups of goblins fighting each other. We let them battle it out, then I went forward and, utilizing the goblinese I picked up during a misspent youth, gave them a whole line about looking for my friend who was last seen entering the sewers. They told me I had to talk to the boss, and took us to the gelatinous cube from earlier. One of the goblins tapped the brickwork, and the gelatinous cube started slowly rising from the water...
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