Found out later she was still following us, and may or may not have liked to hear Gorbash speaking Splugorth? We don't know. And she basically exploded in our faces.
We went back home, getting armours fixed, having the remnants of the robot examined, talking to Ixchal, trying to get Jayson a pay rise without telling him (because being all noble and "I couldn't possibly, won't someone think of the starving children in Tolkeen" or something), and oh, apparently now Splugorth wants Booker's head. Again. But for a more serious 40 million credits this time.
Courtesy of Monday 16 December 2019's Rifts roleplaying session.
GM: “You need a skilled necromancer.”
Player 1: “Do we know one of those?”
Player 2: “A necromancer? Yes. Not necessarily a good one.”
“I’m having a real hard time understanding distances here. I could really do with some kind of logarithmic scale map instead.”
“I just saw a really big cannon and I want it now.”
“Archie? Is that short for Arch Enemy?”
Booker: “I’m trying to embarrass her.”
GM: “Machines are famous for being embarrassed.”
GM: “Roll low.”
Jayson: “002.”
GM: “Why are we even playing this game?!”
GM: “The nuclear reactor is called a flux capacitor.”
And from Wednesday 18 December 2019, because let's have a double bill because 'tis the season of indulgence:
“We had a king who went everywhere, and he brought back kåldolmar and meatballs from Turkey.”
“We had a king that went everywhere as well. He came back with animosity.”
“I prefer coming back with meatballs.”
“There are options for dealing with those people.”
“Most of them are illegal, though.”
“You watched Battlefield Earth? But that’s like two hours of your life that you won’t get back!”
(to Jayson) “Random question: how good are you at making nuclear bombs?”
“Coalition States have AA batteries - that’s lithium.”
Booker: “Plot progression! One inch closer to getting rid of the people who ruined my life!”
Booker: “They made me the Chosen One! Of course they’re nutty!”
(something that has orchestrated events so that it would finally end up being found)
“That sounds very One Ring-y.”
“So, Booker hasn’t changed.”
John: “I’ve tried offering it, but Jayson hasn’t accepted more money.”
Booker: “Don’t TELL him, just do it!”
Jayson’s player (nodding eagerly): “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission!”
Gorbash: “There’s a contract for Booker’s head.”
Jayson: “Again.”
To be continued!
