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Showing posts with label Bisquits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bisquits. Show all posts

Just like the French

It has been a while since we did this (don't believe the posting date, it's a month later) and my notes are a bit scant, so it's anyone's guess what we did at this point.

Something about an adult dragon being a dick, teleporting 5m up into the air, almost forgetting Booker, Jayson on the ground, and "Shemarrians here?!"

For the second session, we went to Roswell and looked at Naruni weapons and the Coalition States came to blows with the Shemarrians and Splugorth.

First encounter in the prison and one character is already unconscious

As it happened, we were a player down again – but a different one this time. Gunney woke up and promptly punched Slick unconscious for having given him food poisoning. The party then discovered that the meat he’d used for the gumbo was in fact “long-pig”, mm-mmh. So the unconscious Alchemist was tied up, because no one heard Mary’s insistence that it wasn’t Sam’s missing leg that had been munched on, but that Slick had just bought the meat from a shop around the corner.

Then it was off the Rock Island Prison, which we completely failed to blow up. Just trying to enter through the sewers made three characters fall unconscious for a bit, but at least they weren’t attacked – that page was apparently missed off on the print. Lucky us! We then discovered something akin to an old woman’s pantry in the Dreaming, which caused a couple of characters to gain a minor phobia, one aged a year and Mary … got lots of inspiration for her next dime novel, as she was the only one who didn’t fail her Guts check. (She’s surprisingly good at rolling high on those checks. It’s getting kinda suspicious.) We also managed to go the right way, quietly, and found Pete’s friend – but not that pesky diamond …

Oh, and biscuits might now count as really awesome poker chips. We just need to convince the GM to run with it.