Friday, February 21, 2014

The Good, the Bad, and when it gets ugly.

Last Thursday, Tim of Gothridge Manor ran a one off game to try out the hybrid RPG he is working on.

Two kudos, first off to Tim whose enthusiasm really showed for his new game and campaign. How can you not get excited when the referee hands you stuff like this.

Second is to Ken, Dan, and Chris for their strong roleplaying of their characters. Even with the off-color jokes and laughter the game had a strong sense of immersion because of all of you.

So what went down. In Marricks own words.

Ah was leavin' th' Manatine figurin' t'resupply in Baludar. It was jest past nightfall when ah come acrost these fellas betchin' their boat. ah hide mahse'f an' sar thet they uncovahed an old tunnel intrance.

Th' uppity villagers like t'call us fo'ess rats but ah c'd see this hyar is no kind of trouble thet ah wish fo' them, dawgone it.

Thar six of them an' two of them had bows an' climbed up trees t'hid themselves.

Sumpin was gwine down an' it'd be bad. So ah foun' a fine spot an' climbed a tree mahse'f.

Mah legs were startin' t'ache an' th' chill a-gonna mah bones when out come three mo'e fellas.

Whutevah they were talkin' about didn't hoof it fine on account o' sooner then shit flies outta an ass ind of a shot raccon thar were swo'ds drawn an' th' fightin' started.

Even eff'n th' noo fellas were up t'no fine thet fight warn't fair. So ah plugged th' two archers outta th' three. Then started wawkin' on them on th' groun'.

It was jest like them goblins an' th' ban'it thet attacked Cleese, they went down faster than Old man Holt at th' tavahn.

So th' fight inded wif three of them givin' right up. Howevah one of th' noocomers muss had it hard on account o' he jest went an' slit th' one fella throat like mah uncle wif a pig, acco'din' t' th' code o' th' heells!

ah figgerd thet th' knight an' th' steward ought t'knows about whut gwine on, as enny fool kin plainly see. So ah climbed down an' went into th' tree line.

ah shouted t'th' noocomers thet we need take a step back an' brin' ev'rybody back t'th' gate an' let th' knight an' steward so't it out.

They soun'ed friendly an' seem like it was a-gonna hoof it all right. ah came outta th' woods an' intrydooced mahse'f. ah didn't ketch their names 'cept fo' one in robes who called hisse'f Hythom.

Jest when ah thunk we a-gonna leave, thet son of bitch start mumblin' an' gyratin' an' befo'e ah knows it a bright flash sploded an' ah felt burnin' ah ain't felt on account o' thet dadburn fool fall into th' fire when ah was 8.

ah shoot th' bastard an' high tailed it out thar. ah reckon ah got him fine on account o' he screamed like a li'l gal. Th' bastard nailed me in th' back, thet hurt like a son of a bitch.

But ah made it back into th' woods an' circled aroun' t'th' town gate. Dawgone fool guards made hoof it back. Shet mah mouth! Th' smell of burnt leather makin' me be hankerin' t'retch an' mah ribs an' kidney hurtin' like hell. Do yo' knows it too four days of oilin' an' ah had t'buy a pot of lavendar t'mix in befo'e thet smell got out.


But ah reckon ah can fo'give on account o' as it turned out th' haids of th' daid rivahmen were wo'th a lot.

Convinced they let me see th' knight an' th' steward an' mah repo't. Th' one daid guy was wo'th on over a hundred silvah. Plus th' steward was kind inough t'gimme some healin' salve.

Thet night ah barely got enny sleep wif mah ribs an' kidneys hurtin' like hell. ah tell thet mage has sumpin a-comin' t'him when ah see him next.

So ah woke th' next mo'e an' had t'repo't back t'th' knight. ah will tell ress of it af'er we finish our dinner.


Chris C. said...

Nice write-up Rob -- the accent is great!

Darcy Perry said...

Innate Power: Locate Plants. It seems more like a skill to me. Unless it's some kind of psychic ability to communicate with flora?