We start a new phase of what’s now looking worryingly like a T&T campaign…
Session 1 - Her All-Seeing Elbow: The party gets back together for that most traditional of motives, money. Some need it for spells, others for vanity publishing.
Session 2 - Did You Say Toads?: On into the woods. Toads! Spiders! Brewers!
Session 3 - The Axes Of Shiny: How many subquests are there in this forest?
Session 4 - Ethereal Prog Rock Solo: All starts to become clear! Or, wait, no it really doesn’t.
Session 5 - Bravely Into Stupid Places: We try a whole new way of being Welsh badly.
Session 6 - A Variety of Plinky Sounds: Into the crypt. Maybe out again. Eventually.
Session 7 - Incentivised in a Particular Direction: They’re a bit… grabby down here. Includes a handy summary of Frustration of Purpose.
Session 8 - And That’s When You Start Vomiting Up the Demonic Bees: The RIGHT dungeon at last. Surely treasure and fame await.
You can find this adventure over on Drivethrurpg.com if you want to read along at home, run it for your players, or cheat if you’re part of Whartson Hall…
Send to the home of my friend someone who’s going to have been exposed to twenty or thirty people already that day, and who can’t afford to stop working if he feels ill? I’ll leave that choice up to him.
Fair enough, although as I understand it most people around here are operating on a “drop it off on the front step and walk away” system to minimize contact.
I was mainly referring to my attempted accent rather than the Welsh peoples in general. I didn’t mean to offend, although if you listen to my accent then… well… you’ll probably be offended.
