6.21.2006
He's Gonna Get All Up In That Shit
Also, Cinder was a great man who has a lot of great magic items. Something like three magic swords, magic gauntlets, a magic robe, some good potions... it'd be a shame for that to all go to waste.
...
Anyway, Cinder's in the Tart, you all are in Grito, everyone's trained, tanned, refreshed, well-stocked on iron rations, and ready to rock. No sign of Vrill, by the way, but there's been some activity in the Potion Guild, and the few apprentices you see around town look exhausted. Off you go into the Greyhelm environs.
You drive the Tart about a day south of town, not wanting to get too close to the ruined city just yet. Then you break out the barbecue, ready the trap, sit back and watch.
After a few hours, a cougar gets in there and freaks the hell out of the bait, but the cougar is readily dispatched and works surprisingly well with said barbecue. We don't gotta RPG this one out.
Night falls. The stars come out. It's sorta nice. Calm. Quiet. You take watches, and reminisce about the days you used to take watches all the time.
Then dawn comes, and Cinder screams, waking you all up.
There's a Knight. Er, two Knights actually. One of them is cautiously approaching the Tart's open hatch, while the other stays back about twenty yards, with what looks like a large tube or pipe at the ready. Huh. You figure you have a couple rounds still before Knight One gets up in there.
Well, this is what you wanted... yes?
...
Anyway, Cinder's in the Tart, you all are in Grito, everyone's trained, tanned, refreshed, well-stocked on iron rations, and ready to rock. No sign of Vrill, by the way, but there's been some activity in the Potion Guild, and the few apprentices you see around town look exhausted. Off you go into the Greyhelm environs.
You drive the Tart about a day south of town, not wanting to get too close to the ruined city just yet. Then you break out the barbecue, ready the trap, sit back and watch.
After a few hours, a cougar gets in there and freaks the hell out of the bait, but the cougar is readily dispatched and works surprisingly well with said barbecue. We don't gotta RPG this one out.
Night falls. The stars come out. It's sorta nice. Calm. Quiet. You take watches, and reminisce about the days you used to take watches all the time.
Then dawn comes, and Cinder screams, waking you all up.
There's a Knight. Er, two Knights actually. One of them is cautiously approaching the Tart's open hatch, while the other stays back about twenty yards, with what looks like a large tube or pipe at the ready. Huh. You figure you have a couple rounds still before Knight One gets up in there.
Well, this is what you wanted... yes?
