Archive for November, 2011

Arthur Was a Mothman, Not a Bunny

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

We find the Asmodean Knot, gateway to our recovering the Chelish Crux. Our cunning strategy of opening every door in the mansion whilst the other guests are asleep or too drunk to notice pays off. At least, once we realise that perhaps a secret door is involved, and maybe the best place to look for […]

Potentially Portentous Pit Fiend

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

There's plenty of gossip to be had at the mayor's party. We learn of a supposed deformed son of the mayor that he keeps locked in the attic, apparently the reason all guests were ejected early at a previous party when someone stumbled up there by accident. It's got to be a ruse, a cover […]

Okay, Who Brought the Cat?

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

Theatrics over, we are preparing to be the guests of honour at the mayor's party celebrating the survival of the cast of our deadly play. Getting in to the mood, Ganelon asks 'can we bring a date?' 'Do you have a date?', I reply. 'No. But the ranger's bringing his cat.' 'Yes, but is it […]

I Don't Have the Book in Front of Me

Thursday, November 10th, 2011

We're missing players, so Pathfinder is cancelled this evening. Still, at least it means we don't need to use the entirely fabricated character sheet that was given to me in order to run Afutavere in the player's absence, because he left the real one at home. 'It's probably got some bits correct', he tells me, […]

We're All Bumbling Comic-relief Characters

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

Devils vanquished, we are on the final trial that could kill us. We are to face a legion of undead, the curtain behind the stage raised to reveal two skeletal trolls. 'That's not how I pictured a legion', I say, and Ganelon agrees. Two more skeletal trolls appear, all of them large and mighty threatening, […]

Acting Competently Works on the Stage

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

The next trial in the play involves birthing devils from eggs, which sounds about as pleasant as it actually is. Each of us eats an egg from which a devil spews forth, prompting a fortitude save from everyone. 'Is a 9 a fail?' asks Brennan optimistically, but knowing the answer. 'Yes.' 'Is a 6?', I […]


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