Bar-Hopping
10/27/2005: In terms of real-world logistics, tonight was not a display of our best work. Our GM/host had decided to call it off but had forgotten to notify the players -- only three of whom showed up anyway. And needless to say, tonight was not the debut of remote gaming with Virtual Bill from Indianapolis; we had neither the required laptop nor our best techie guy to pave the way. Nor was Analog Bill in place on his end of the webcam connection, as far as I know. And if by chance he was -- sorry, dude.
("Virtual Bill from Indianapolis" is an awful lot to type. Maybe "VBI"? No, wait, I've got it: eBill.)
But anyway, we made do with three players, so back to the story. After we mopped up from the bar fight, we were persuaded by one of the NPCs to accompany him in the direction of a nearby elven tribe. Craig and Tony, as elves whose village was wiped out by orcs, were certainly game, and the rest of us came along for lack of anything better to do.
Our stopover along the way took the form of another tavern, this one owned by a jolly (and unusually bright) half-ogre. Local rednecks didn't much care to see a successful business run by, for lack of a better word, a monster, so he was dealing with sporadic low-level harassment. The stakes were raised by an arson attempt aimed at the inn's stables, which was being used for lodging by our centaur friend. Coincidence, in this town without pity on non-humans, or a deliberate attempt against our semi-equine friend's life?
("Virtual Bill from Indianapolis" is an awful lot to type. Maybe "VBI"? No, wait, I've got it: eBill.)
But anyway, we made do with three players, so back to the story. After we mopped up from the bar fight, we were persuaded by one of the NPCs to accompany him in the direction of a nearby elven tribe. Craig and Tony, as elves whose village was wiped out by orcs, were certainly game, and the rest of us came along for lack of anything better to do.
Our stopover along the way took the form of another tavern, this one owned by a jolly (and unusually bright) half-ogre. Local rednecks didn't much care to see a successful business run by, for lack of a better word, a monster, so he was dealing with sporadic low-level harassment. The stakes were raised by an arson attempt aimed at the inn's stables, which was being used for lodging by our centaur friend. Coincidence, in this town without pity on non-humans, or a deliberate attempt against our semi-equine friend's life?
posted by B | 5:02 PM
3 Comments:
Hey there-
It looks nice.
Cool! eBill it is - now lean on Bruce (and Dave) to get this up and running!
Question: who is the NPC leading you back to this tribe of elves?
Also, what are the odds that a Monster Squad party would end up in a xenophobic town? (answer: pretty high...)
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