We then went to heaven (?) or something like that, which looked like an old, decrepit building, and fought some angels. They were hard enough, and we essentially fought the minion version. We really don't want to meet their superiors.
Courtesy of Monday 4 February 2019's Godbound session.
Player: ”You’re really making my character like them a lot.”
GM: “You’re supposed to hate and despise them.”
Player: “You’re succeeding!”
GM: “Suddenly you hear an angelic, celestial screech.”
Player: “Those things sound mutually exclusive.”
Denethor: “That’s interesting. They’re bigger in person.”
Elani: “This isn’t the time, Denethor!”
Elani: “Trojan horse? What’s that? Some kind of unicorn?”
Gunda: “Possibly.”
Umberlee: “Have we met before?”
Elani: “Yes, it was a brief encounter.”
Player: “It was certainly final!”
“Is Oghma male or female?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Maybe Oghma is gender fluid?”
“Once they’ve run out of juice, angels are just big, winged things.”
Player: “What could possibly go wrong?”
GM: “Oh, everything.”
“I’m getting myself killed here, but that’s life sometimes.”
GM: “It’s you to act first.”
Player: “Act Hamlet. That’ll keep them busy for about four hours.”
GM: “So you’re catching a snowflake in glass, but with an angel’s feather? Okay then.”
To be continued!
