Orc Season! Slaver Season! Wabbit Season!
OK, Bruce invited me to do this, so it's his fault of this stinks! To be fair, I was in and out a bit last session, so this is a bit selective.
Our newly-reunited and re-armed group set about pacifying the immediate vicinity of further dangers, mostly by sending Bill and Craig (with Mike as backup) out to hunt some Orcs that had survived the storm. 175 yards seemed a good range, and the Orcs were quickly skewered and looted.
We also started to attract groups of escaped slaves from the Slaver ship, who decided that they should get while the gettin' was good. We brought them together into one defensible spot, gave them the looted weapons we didn't need, and even gave them a food supply (OK, it was a couple of the nasty flying "mantipedes" - we don't know if they're edible or not, but the escaped slaves are willing to try). We have also, we hope, taught the mantipedes to steer clear of us - again, 200 yards is a pretty good range to start shooting...
We also hooked up again with the furry blue guy who got us onto this plane in the first place (whom we've taken to calling "Bluetooth"). He told us a story about the capture of his mate/spouse/significant other/whatever it is furry blue guys have, and a bargain was quickly struck: we help spring the love of his life from the clutches of the Chaos Lord minions who run this particular corner of the multiverse, and he gets us home. Seems like a decent deal.
We heard from one of the slaves that they had seen someone else ducking behind a strange frozen crystaline 'waterfall', so we thought we'd try there as a first shot at finding the Secret Entrance to the Bad Guy's Lair. Unfortunately, that waterfall is right next to the Slaver ship, which is still populated by armed slavers (4 of whom we offed on the way there, after they briefly tried to get in a long-range firefight and ended up as toothpick demonstrators). When we left off, we were overlooking the slaver ship, trying to decide how to rescue the remaining slaves and wipe out the remaining slavers. Tune in for what is sure to be a brilliant plan!
Our newly-reunited and re-armed group set about pacifying the immediate vicinity of further dangers, mostly by sending Bill and Craig (with Mike as backup) out to hunt some Orcs that had survived the storm. 175 yards seemed a good range, and the Orcs were quickly skewered and looted.
We also started to attract groups of escaped slaves from the Slaver ship, who decided that they should get while the gettin' was good. We brought them together into one defensible spot, gave them the looted weapons we didn't need, and even gave them a food supply (OK, it was a couple of the nasty flying "mantipedes" - we don't know if they're edible or not, but the escaped slaves are willing to try). We have also, we hope, taught the mantipedes to steer clear of us - again, 200 yards is a pretty good range to start shooting...
We also hooked up again with the furry blue guy who got us onto this plane in the first place (whom we've taken to calling "Bluetooth"). He told us a story about the capture of his mate/spouse/significant other/whatever it is furry blue guys have, and a bargain was quickly struck: we help spring the love of his life from the clutches of the Chaos Lord minions who run this particular corner of the multiverse, and he gets us home. Seems like a decent deal.
We heard from one of the slaves that they had seen someone else ducking behind a strange frozen crystaline 'waterfall', so we thought we'd try there as a first shot at finding the Secret Entrance to the Bad Guy's Lair. Unfortunately, that waterfall is right next to the Slaver ship, which is still populated by armed slavers (4 of whom we offed on the way there, after they briefly tried to get in a long-range firefight and ended up as toothpick demonstrators). When we left off, we were overlooking the slaver ship, trying to decide how to rescue the remaining slaves and wipe out the remaining slavers. Tune in for what is sure to be a brilliant plan!
posted by R. William Ayres | 1:02 PM
2 Comments:
That's funny, I don't remember you guys shooting at any wabbits. Thanks for doing the write-up, anyway!
That's just where the joke took me. Heck, we shot at everything ELSE! Maybe next time, Daffy steps out from behind a stone tree with a "wabbit season" sign...
And I presumed that the invitation was intended to poke me into doing these - if you want to keep doing them, let me know!
Post a Comment
<< Home