The question 'Has anyone taken the Heal skill?' gets a chorus of negative replies from around the table, hearing which has our GM delighted to inform us that our NPC companion, Heathor, has the skill. 'Our NPC traitor, you mean. Oh, don't look at me like that. With you running the adventure the NPC's betrayal […]
'Are you a straight Harrier?' 'No. Harrier 3, Executioner 1.' 'And how would you describe your character?' 'Flamboyant.' Definitely not a straight Harrier, then.
At last we encounter the Blood Angel, our current nemesis, bent on destroying the whole world. The cultists that summoned it all lie dead, circled around the Blood Angel, and a demon companion taunts us whilst throwing mystical balls of fiery energy towards us. Two of us engage the demon dogs, one keeps the demon […]
It takes a few hours of travel through overgrown terrain to get to the ancient temple of blood red clouds swirling ominously overhead, but thanks to Dexter's excellent survival abilities we don't get bogged down along the way. As we approach the courtyard we are impressed by the intricate design that went in to the […]
Heading towards the town that is our only remaining clue turns out to be a good omen. Well, perhaps not for the town itself, as it is almost completely on fire, but this seems like a good indication we're on the right track. With a couple of buildings not quite on fire yet we hustle […]
Wandering through the countryside, having killed the commander of the Boratian army and our main contact, nowhere near any sites that have offered clues about the Red Hand Gang, and stumbling towards a town that was vaguely mentioned, we are quite sure we've lost the plot. This is not a good position to be in […]
The noise outside the barn that wakes us up in the morning after our day's rest was Amelia, commander of the guard in Borat. Amelia breaks the stillness of the morning by calling out, 'Dexter! I know you're in there!' 'And I know you're out there', shouts back Dexter, behind the pulled slightly ajar barn […]
'Make a listen check please.' <rolls a D20, adding his Listen skill modifier> '27.' 'Morning's coming...' 'Blimey, that was a good listen check.' '...and you hear a noise outside.' 'Hark, fellow adventurers, I think I hear the sun rising!'
Not keen on being tortured any more we burst in to action like a well-oiled machine! Despite a dozen guards and all being behind locked cell doors, we break out and defeat our captors. Of course, our captors are the town guards with whom we were working not five hours previously, but they are now […]
Having saved the town from the murderous threat of the marrowbreakers we are summoned to appear before the king. An honour indeed! It's a little peculiar that fifteen guards come to Dexter's home in the middle of the night to summon us on personal orders from the king, but one does not question the king. […]