I Usually Don't Call For WI Checks As Often As I Would For Table-Top Because It Tends To Slow Down The Game Okay, you guys prepare to stake out the zombie-wolf-thief thing tonight. Mike the zombie, or 'Z1000' as he likes to be called, will stand out in the orchards. Brogg and Cinder (and presumably Dave and li'l Marivhon) will hide in some nearby hedges, downwind.

Garlic and silver, huh? Okay, well, buy what you need. Silvered weapons, recall, cost x10 the normal PH retail value. Garlic, well, whatever, you can find some cloves in SO's garden if you want. "Aw shit, kid," says Gregolas. "I was gonna make a killer garlic stew, you know, get some rigatoni goin."

Cinder, you try talking to Abby. Her dead eyes stare at you and it's really pretty creepy. You don't know if she's listening or not, but then her eyes roll back into her dead head and she intones:

"A... good... man... will... die... tonight..."

Hmm. You back away slowly.

Everybody gets in position. Okay, hours slip away, and you get pretty tired and sick of waiting in the cold and the dark... what happened to your goddamn R&R?

Then...

(Everyone make a WI check...)  ¶ 3:21 PM