Playing Politics

5 October 2006-

It hasn't generally been our practice for the GM to provide the recap of his own adventure, but...

We gathered our griff, prepared our bowl of libations, and headed to the capital city on Masterhome, where the Godking resides. Upon landing in the city, we were met by an honor guard/assault unit of armed and armored lizard men riding what look to be long-legged alligators. We were worried at first, but they became much more friendly when they saw their treasure returned along with the surviving pirates, as well as the traditional offering of fresh griff. We received and accepted an invite to the palace, where we met a surprisingly casual Godking and his court, and saw the disposition of the pirates. We were a bit worried that they might be eaten, but instead they have been made "griff-handlers," who are the poor slobs who have to dress and then carry the griff home from the hunt. While that doesn't sound too bad at first, the real danger of "eaters" and their voracious love of griff meat probably makes this a job with a very high turnover.

The Godking revealed that the Annointed People (the lizard men) had become largely pacifistic in the last century, and had trouble believing that advanced, star-faring races could still be fighting amongst themselves. We put the best face on it we could, and explained that the Empire would certainly try to dominate them if the opportunity presented itself. We slept in the castle that night, albeit with a few visitors who tried to wheedle or steal favors and technology from us.

The next morning was better, until we received word from our ship that an Imperial vessel had entered the atmosphere, and that they were leaving for help. Sure enough, an Imperial courier landed in the city near us, and out came about a score of Stormtroopers to set up a perimeter. Small universe, sometimes.