Lizard and Lunk

The continuing GURPS adventures of eight men who really should find better uses for their time.

Friday, January 11, 2008

We Gotta Stop With These Late-Night Parties

Having successfully ended the whole Freeport mess - cleaning out the cultists, exposing various corrupt nobles, making money - our brave band returned home to the mainland for some R&R. Money was spent, spells learned, skills improved, and a generally good time was had by all, with energetic discussion over the finer points of weapon enchantments (that costs HOW much???)

Then, suddenly, the party awoke to find itself face-down in the middle of a field. To one side stood a seashore, to the other an old, abandoned-looking temple. We all agreed that, while odd, this beats the heck out of waking up in chains on a slave ship, which we've done before.

Checking our stuff (because what do gamers do first but check their stuff?), we discovered that everybody had been gifted with a new and spiffy item of some sort. There were electricity-charging morning stars and shields, an axe sharp enough to do brain surgery with, a Knife From Hell, a spiffy bow, powerstones and other goodies. Each of us, it seems, is now a bit more loaded for bear than we used to be - which was bad enough.

We also discovered that each of us had been branded with four tattoos (I knew we shouldn't have gone into that parlor...) One was a picture of the nearby temple; one a medusa's head; one a crude stone face; and one an eye floating in a bowl of blood that seemed to want to call itself "Hesper". Not what any of us would have chosen for fashion statements, and not especially helpful either - yet.

Oh, and the centaur got a bracelet that will change her from centaur to human and back again. This has the comical effect of making her fall over almost immediately, which the rest of us found amusing.

Not knowing what else to do, once we finished playing with our new toys, we headed up to the temple. There we found a statue of a man-like thing with the head of a vulture, which appears to have been placed there on a pedestal that originally held some different sort of status. Pondering this minor mystery, we noticed the large pile of garbage nearby, and the five pony-sized rabid dogs emerging from it to greet us.

So we got a chance to try out our new toys, which for the most part worked admirably - eyes were poked or shot out, throats slashed, feet removed, spines crushed, spells thrown, all in good order, though the centaur's new barding was not enough to stop a friendly nibble from one of the welcome wagon pooches. They were otherwise well dispatched, and we sat down to rest and consider our next move.

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