Anyone Need a New Set of Luggage?
15 March 2007-
We picked up where we had left off from last week- hardly past the first stairwell, and with the entire system alerted to our presence (see "A Han Solo Moment", below). We decided to let the bad guys come to us this week, and they did, sending a team of reptile men to finish us off after the zombie attack. This time, we waited in ambush at the top of the stairs, after first sending down a concussion spell to even the odds a bit.
The reptile men charged up the stairs into a serious melee, where they were eventually beaten, shot, stabbed, burned and zapped into submission. When the last of them fled, Craig's elf warrior charged after him, and the two of them had a brief duel mano a mano (actually, I always thought this phrase meant "man to man," and was loathe to use it, but Babelfish translated it as "hand by hand," which I imagine we would translate as "hand to hand," so it's alright. Maybe. Maybe mano a la garra would be better. Maybe if our former English teacher and original "humble chronicler" chronicled more, there would be fewer of these long, rambling expositions on questionable fantasy grammatical constructs.) Suffice it to say that in less time then that tangent took to explore, both Craig and the reptile man were down and out, having beat each other to pulp in no time at all.
We ended the night with the PCs wanting a rest, but hearing a distant, muffled scream from somewhere deep in the bowels of the complex. There might be no rest for the wicked.
We picked up where we had left off from last week- hardly past the first stairwell, and with the entire system alerted to our presence (see "A Han Solo Moment", below). We decided to let the bad guys come to us this week, and they did, sending a team of reptile men to finish us off after the zombie attack. This time, we waited in ambush at the top of the stairs, after first sending down a concussion spell to even the odds a bit.
The reptile men charged up the stairs into a serious melee, where they were eventually beaten, shot, stabbed, burned and zapped into submission. When the last of them fled, Craig's elf warrior charged after him, and the two of them had a brief duel mano a mano (actually, I always thought this phrase meant "man to man," and was loathe to use it, but Babelfish translated it as "hand by hand," which I imagine we would translate as "hand to hand," so it's alright. Maybe. Maybe mano a la garra would be better. Maybe if our former English teacher and original "humble chronicler" chronicled more, there would be fewer of these long, rambling expositions on questionable fantasy grammatical constructs.) Suffice it to say that in less time then that tangent took to explore, both Craig and the reptile man were down and out, having beat each other to pulp in no time at all.
We ended the night with the PCs wanting a rest, but hearing a distant, muffled scream from somewhere deep in the bowels of the complex. There might be no rest for the wicked.
posted by Brucifer | 5:09 PM
2 Comments:
OK, I'd like to stress that I've just sat down to write the entry for last week's session. Punctual? No. Granted. But here I am, and there are still 48 hours before the next time we play, too.
I'm just saying.
Nice job, by the way.
Oh, and Welcome Back to eBill!
Thank you, I look forward to calling my own eye shots this week.
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