Tonight's game included wingless griffins with the temperaments of cats, a library with a secret door, headless badger spirits intent on mischief, a caldera lined with ice, tobogganning down a sheet of said ice on the rib cage of a steer, mighty magics sufficient to turn an entire caldera of ice into a lake - incidentally freeing the trapped heart of a primal dragon entombed beneath the ice - and for one character at least, being bent over a chamomille bower and rogered by the king.
In short, a good night.
In short, a good night.
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The problem's compounded by my urge to change systems every few months, which runs contrary to the groups general interest in longer-term campaigns with plenty of character development.
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whimper!!
:-(
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was the ribcage clean at least?
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Hey, I never said the king was Arthur himself.
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::B::
P.S. Were these the same interesting looking folks depicted on your recent Flickr posting"
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