Role-playing group: Broggan's
Adventure: Return to the Keep on the Borderlands
Role-playing game: a curious mixture of D&D 3rd Edition & MERP
Character: Allaire Mikháil
Character details: DĂșnedain, ranger 8th level, female, old friends with Eotara, partial spell user of Channeling
Real time spent playing: one extended weekend Ă approx. 15-20 hours
Results: disposed of countless undead, captured 4 priests in service of two fallen Maiar, ransacked and burned a Necromancer's lab, got trampled over1 by uncooperative wild pigs inexplicably allied with the Trollingar, captured 13 Trollingar while getting own face smashed up pretty good1, pondered the problems of mental influencing and addiction to drugs, watched two comrades age rapidly after being touched by an undead ghostly servant, killed even more undead, stood by and let a tribe of Goblins and one of Orks get slaughtered, transformed into birds to watch the Northeastern roads (to no avail, since the Necromancer is most likely amassing forces against us far away from here), bickered with a bunch of mercenaries, stared in disbelief when Valeria got caught twice by the enemy, desecrated two altars to said fallen two Maiar, tried to kill one of their High Priest using a inter-dimensional doorway and failed spectacularly1, had to get rescued and resuscitated1 with mere seconds to spare, fled in disarray, pondered leadership questions.
Lessons learned: Tie up the less responsible members of your group so they can't hare off on their own. As always: Never trust a necromancer. Always let the fireball pyromaniacs clear the path for the rest of the group. Don't go to sleep when the others feel like torturing the prisoners. Stop being afraid of old age, or at least, consider harakiri in case the bloody ghost should touch you and age you past your prime. Write: "Let's reconsider the whole group thing." in your calendar. Let the alchemist dig the tunnels for you. Don't try to make nice with wild pigs. Get hoofprints out of your leather armor. Stop being cynical.
1 = glorious deeds © by Allaire Mikháil
Adventure: Return to the Keep on the Borderlands
Role-playing game: a curious mixture of D&D 3rd Edition & MERP
Character: Allaire Mikháil
Character details: DĂșnedain, ranger 8th level, female, old friends with Eotara, partial spell user of Channeling
Real time spent playing: one extended weekend Ă approx. 15-20 hours
Results: disposed of countless undead, captured 4 priests in service of two fallen Maiar, ransacked and burned a Necromancer's lab, got trampled over1 by uncooperative wild pigs inexplicably allied with the Trollingar, captured 13 Trollingar while getting own face smashed up pretty good1, pondered the problems of mental influencing and addiction to drugs, watched two comrades age rapidly after being touched by an undead ghostly servant, killed even more undead, stood by and let a tribe of Goblins and one of Orks get slaughtered, transformed into birds to watch the Northeastern roads (to no avail, since the Necromancer is most likely amassing forces against us far away from here), bickered with a bunch of mercenaries, stared in disbelief when Valeria got caught twice by the enemy, desecrated two altars to said fallen two Maiar, tried to kill one of their High Priest using a inter-dimensional doorway and failed spectacularly1, had to get rescued and resuscitated1 with mere seconds to spare, fled in disarray, pondered leadership questions.
Lessons learned: Tie up the less responsible members of your group so they can't hare off on their own. As always: Never trust a necromancer. Always let the fireball pyromaniacs clear the path for the rest of the group. Don't go to sleep when the others feel like torturing the prisoners. Stop being afraid of old age, or at least, consider harakiri in case the bloody ghost should touch you and age you past your prime. Write: "Let's reconsider the whole group thing." in your calendar. Let the alchemist dig the tunnels for you. Don't try to make nice with wild pigs. Get hoofprints out of your leather armor. Stop being cynical.
1 = glorious deeds © by Allaire Mikháil

