We went over to the big sinkhole and met with the giant spider. It was ginormous and spidery, and Murmei doesn't like spiders. The spider told us to go get the "Black Heart" which is in some kind of caraffe in a tomb or something like that.
Because we're of the "what could possibly go wrong?" the spider's offer of biting us to make us immune to the Creeping Darkness's freezing touch was met with a "yes please". So now we have a pact with a spider.
We had some other people (not the Wombles) tag along to the tomb/dungeon place and curse their sudden but inevitable betrayal. Battle ensued. But because we got a trapped door open, and it closed behind us, I think we had the upper hand.
Oh yes, and there's something about a sentient, evil shrubbery that walks and attacks people. Maybe we can ascertain whether or not it says "ni!" if we get close enough and not kill it first. We make no promises.
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Two Thieves and What Am I Doing Here?
One of the group went on a well-deserved holiday and the rest of us decided to spend the following two sessions playing the boardgame Gloomhaven, which comes in what's possibly the biggest boardgames box ever. It's YUUUUGE.
We played a Mindthief, a Scoundrel, and a Tinkerer. Lots and lots of tokens. Fun game, though! :)
We played a Mindthief, a Scoundrel, and a Tinkerer. Lots and lots of tokens. Fun game, though! :)
I spent all my dice on revolutions
This week's session was cancelled due to illness, so here's something we prepared earlier.
In Soviet Russia we decided what we were doing in the time between the end of the 1980s until 1994 or thereabouts. The communist state was overthrown. A hole was punched in the Berlin wall. Hulk Hogan became Hawk Hogan. A disillusioned propaganda/brainwashing machine went to England, a communist state, only to find herself in the midst of another revolution.
An assortment of TV show hosts (Lawrence "The Upholsterer", Alan "The Gardener", Dale "The Supermarket Sweeper" and a guy from Time Team "The Archivist") showed up to kick behinds. It was peculiar, although that's pretty common in M&M, to be fair ...
Let's get back to Mother Russia, because "at least it's home".
Problem is that suddenly this big planet or something had appeared through a tear in the sky, and there were now baddies flooding Moscow. Baddies with lots and lots of nukes and stuff.
(The Truth may have died, but she might also live on, having turned Evergreen into some kind of Horcrux. Or something.)
There was a battle. Supers fought bravely. Then the flashback ended ...
In Soviet Russia we decided what we were doing in the time between the end of the 1980s until 1994 or thereabouts. The communist state was overthrown. A hole was punched in the Berlin wall. Hulk Hogan became Hawk Hogan. A disillusioned propaganda/brainwashing machine went to England, a communist state, only to find herself in the midst of another revolution.
An assortment of TV show hosts (Lawrence "The Upholsterer", Alan "The Gardener", Dale "The Supermarket Sweeper" and a guy from Time Team "The Archivist") showed up to kick behinds. It was peculiar, although that's pretty common in M&M, to be fair ...
Let's get back to Mother Russia, because "at least it's home".
Problem is that suddenly this big planet or something had appeared through a tear in the sky, and there were now baddies flooding Moscow. Baddies with lots and lots of nukes and stuff.
(The Truth may have died, but she might also live on, having turned Evergreen into some kind of Horcrux. Or something.)
There was a battle. Supers fought bravely. Then the flashback ended ...
I love it when a plan falls apart
We got the attack victims back to the little ramshackle town from whence they came. Turned out they used to live in an abandoned city nearby, Tilverton, which had fallen victim to darkness like 150 years previously. Not that this was a deterrent for us.
We went into the city with the muffin top of darkness and slew a bunch of nasty creatures, and did a fly-by to grab an amulet off a Cthulhian type creature. This made the muffin top go away, along with all the nasty critters, so the townspeople could have their city back.
We're big damn heroes now. Severely injured heroes, in two out of three cases, but heroes nonetheless.
We went into the city with the muffin top of darkness and slew a bunch of nasty creatures, and did a fly-by to grab an amulet off a Cthulhian type creature. This made the muffin top go away, along with all the nasty critters, so the townspeople could have their city back.
We're big damn heroes now. Severely injured heroes, in two out of three cases, but heroes nonetheless.
He wasn't dying a moment ago
We went into some kind of other-dimensional house with a magic lift (elevator) and got stuck in various rooms and it wasn't necessarily all fun and games. Someone came upon a chained-up vampire that he decided to free (because why not?) and another room had a booze collection and Elgar records that simply weren't up to Elgar's usual standard.
And then Florence Nightingale turned out to be a bad guy, because these things tend to happen in M&M. :D
And then Florence Nightingale turned out to be a bad guy, because these things tend to happen in M&M. :D
You do crit damage on a fumble if you crit on the damage roll
So, this is where it ends. Well, not entirely, of course, but for now.
We broke out Alistair and his Shemarrian assistant/slave from their prison, there was fighting and some of us got our heads encased in ice. Lucky for us we all had a spell on us which meant we didn't actually have to breathe, so it was more of an inconvenience than anything else.
Somehow we got out of there alive, all of us, and headed back to Magestar. But where, oh where, is our Beloved Leader of the Blackstone Juggernauts, a.k.a. John?
We broke out Alistair and his Shemarrian assistant/slave from their prison, there was fighting and some of us got our heads encased in ice. Lucky for us we all had a spell on us which meant we didn't actually have to breathe, so it was more of an inconvenience than anything else.
Somehow we got out of there alive, all of us, and headed back to Magestar. But where, oh where, is our Beloved Leader of the Blackstone Juggernauts, a.k.a. John?
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