The B team went to find Tanith, the Child of Baal we've befriended, to warn him that ascending to godhood would mean someone else would piggyback on the divine power-giving and things would go very badly indeed.
Found the guy up an elvish mountain. He did ascend, in the end, after we fought off some dracoliches and such.
Packed with potions of greater invisibility and clarity (... this will make one of the quotes below make more sense) we took the air ship to the floating "island" in the sky aaaaaand CUT to the A team! Who finally made it back to Faerûn! But it's now three weeks later, and Things Are Seriously Wrong.
We could only get a faint sense of our higher-up gods, not of the B team - except for Aumen, who we found severely (and I mean SEVERELY) injured in the catacombs below. The sky island thing was a trap, and quite possibly our friends/minions are dead and we're all going to hell in a handbasket.
And this is the last session for this part of the adventure!
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I’m Nyarlathotep and so is my dog!
When you begin an adventure, you first have to create characters, which it took us a little time to do, so there's not a whole lot of text this week, but chances are, there will be plenty more next week. These characters are tremendously quotable, as it turns out. Populating Victorian London and trying to investigate the occult, in alphabetical order:
The story begins in London 1891, the first tube line has just been opened, and we've all ended up at a party to celebrate this momentous occasion. There's a buffet and everyone's having a jolly good time, even if one of Lord Bath's children try to force-feed a handyman peanuts and oysters, and another keeps being called "Kiwi" by a strongman.
Lord Bath leaves the party early, only to be found in the Underground station a while later with his throat ripped out, which the men of the party discover, much to their horror.
Back at the party, the lights go out, and a lieutenant asks the governess to meet with an eccentric professor to pick some things up on behalf of her employer ... although she has no idea her employer is no longer alive.
Let the investimagation commence!
- Abigail Duckworth: Confirmed spinster (she's 24) and governess to the three children of Lord Bath.
- Harold "Boaty" Boatman: Chain-smoking police officer who would rather retire, but the Victorians didn't retire, they worked until they died. Which might be sooner than expected!
- Hubert "the Deadly Hummingbird" Smythe: Renowned moustachioed strongman and keen balloonist, except his balloon is currently held by the police.
- Michael Brown: Handyman who gets accosted by anything from small children to scary monsters, and who'd rather they left him alone. The only one yet who's lost Sanity points ...
The story begins in London 1891, the first tube line has just been opened, and we've all ended up at a party to celebrate this momentous occasion. There's a buffet and everyone's having a jolly good time, even if one of Lord Bath's children try to force-feed a handyman peanuts and oysters, and another keeps being called "Kiwi" by a strongman.
Lord Bath leaves the party early, only to be found in the Underground station a while later with his throat ripped out, which the men of the party discover, much to their horror.
Back at the party, the lights go out, and a lieutenant asks the governess to meet with an eccentric professor to pick some things up on behalf of her employer ... although she has no idea her employer is no longer alive.
Let the investimagation commence!
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