Teemo’s guys were chasing us, so we ducked into a cantina on Mos Shuuta. There weren’t many places to hide: a closet or a dressing room. We tried the dressing room. The gamorreans would have found us there eventually, so we took the fight to them in the cantina doorway. I was worried about damaging the joint, so of course I was the one to shoot an energy conduit. Also, our devoronean and our droid are pretty good fighters. The…
(Note: I missed both session 61 and 62.) In the house of the “good necromancer” dwarf raised by elves. We had his blessing to destroy zombies. Luckily, his creatures were bodies animated by water elementals or reanimated by their own departed spirits. Definitely not zombie undead. Because he’s the good necromancer. The evil necromancer was Sulring Durgul. He was in Bolgrasgrad, at the temple of Ancient Allies. We had the dwarf’s permission to take him out. Black and blue clouds…
The rain continued. As everyone was catching their breath from the fight at the guardhouse, the goblins in the watchtower shouted the alarm, “Humies!” Everyone positioned themselves, made sure they had their preferred weapon, and waited for the fallout from the alarm. Six round shapes, all mouths and legs, burst out of the barn on the other end of the farmyard. These odd creatures leaped in random directions, dragging goblins bound to their legs by leashes. The goblins uncertainly herded…
(Note: This spell is converted from WFRP 3e.) Spell Level: 1 Magic Points: 2 Range: 48 Yards Duration: Instantaneous Ingredients: A firefly A shimmering star flies from your outstretched hand and automatically strikes the target.Only one shooting star per level may be thrown per combat round. Each star must have the same target. Each star has a Strength 4, and causes d10 Wounds on one target, irrespective of armor (d10+4). Flammable targets suffer an additional d8 Wounds. Shooting Stars are…
On the morning after the great gale, the party was met by Captain Kessler who summoned them to Burgomeister Adler’s office. Kessler told them that the burgomeister had another proposition for them. What he had to say was of great significance to the well-being of every man, woman, and child in Stormdorf. When the party encountered Adler in his office, he was sitting behind his desk wearing a grave expression, although he had spruced up since their last meeting and…
We had to speak to the Vodyanoy. This was far outside of my comfort zone. Piotr took care of the summoning for us. Vodyanoy was very happy to have someone willing to fight Father Bear. He also told us we should not inadvertently hurt the bear, maybe even to the point of death. But it seemed like he wanted us to. At the very least, he was rooting for us to win. We checked out the ground set aside for…
Something Rotten in Kislev It took three days of river travel to reach Voltsara. When we got off the boat, we made sure to put on our official Knights Panther tabards. At the village, the crops had been harvested and the fields left fallow. People were scared to come out of their homes. A drunk villager met us to welcome us “to the doomed city of Voltsara.” He mentioned Tzeentch. That gets our attention. The local shrine to Taal &…
Many things were collected from the crypt of the Garden of Morr. Zarkon was able to sense the presence of magick from Lothar’s headstone. He didn’t even need to touch the item to see the barely-contained energy in the stone. From there on out, he had no trouble identifying magical items. Caius placed Lothar’s armor in a pile near the stairway. That’s also where the heavy headstone went once Zarkon had a look at it. Caius slid Lothar’s sword (which…
The Bawdy Countess II (how about the Two Bawdy Countesses?) sailed into port near Talabheim. Word on the street spoke of border skirmishes ahead. A storm gathered in the air and amongst the people. We bought some raincoats. Also, the rain is bad for armor. That has become a chore. Further upriver, we found a mutant adolescent tied to a tree. Gottlieb hunted his abuser. I cut the young mutant’s bonds. The lines between good and chaos grow dim with…
In Regensdorf, the burgomeister’s gate is open. The front door opens for us. There’s a butler standing patiently in the doorway. His Lord, our whole purpose for being there, was not at home. The butler had no food to share with us, we were quite late for dinner after all, and he expected to die just from talking to us. He did tell us the Lord had left quite a few days ago, taking 8 sets of plate armor, a…