Guild Hall

A Gift(Curse) from the Gods

Posted by Brenton Lillie on

Reading about the idea of gifting player characters with a powerful item, with a specific purpose by a god or pantheon of gods is an interesting concept to a player who spent most of his adventuring days in the dark, misty setting of Ravenloft.

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House Rules

Posted by Brenton Lillie on

The Wookie stood on the edge of the road, discussing his next destination with the crew of the transport. The crew seemed unwilling to haggle on the price of transportation, even with a large and angry Wookie. As the haggling grew more heated, a speeder bike pulled up. A familiar looking Rodian sneered as he lifted up his blast pistol. "You made me look like a fool", he shouted before firing a round into the Wookie's chest from point blank range. Amazingly, the Wookie was unscathed from the blast, and took his own blaster out of its holster and fired...

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Getting Bogged Down

Posted by Brenton Lillie on

It had been a rough day for the group. The quartet of former white collar employees had watched from the rooftops as their city was consumed by chaos. Bloody faced, violent zombie-like people were roaming the streets, attacking and feasting on their fellow humans. At first the shock had kept them on the 15th floor of the now deserted office building, searching for answers via the internet. However, as time went on, inertia crept in. The companions argued incessantly about their next move. Scouting missions, just to go to the ground floor and back required hours of planning. A whole...

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Heroic Deeds and Heroic Fails

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The prisoner was rescued. The team was back on the transport. Enemies were hot on their trail. Lasers were blasting back on forth. The group was screaming for the last member of the party to get up the ramp and onto the ship. Do-Chu-Ma, the Wookie, was speeding through a cluster of troopers shooting blasters on a swoop, a vehicle described by the GameMaster as as "a big f%$&ing engine with a seat", not sure if he would make it before being blaster to pieces or wrecking his vehicle and incinerating himself. Unable to wait any longer, the party on...

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It Always Pays To Be Suspicious

Posted by Brenton Lillie on

It Always Pays To Be Suspicious   It was a forlorn, gray morning in a nameless duchy, and the group was invited to meet with a local man inside his appropriately creepy house. The adventurers had just trudged through a ring of misty fog surrounding the land, and one of the companions voiced his suspicion that the moisture was, in fact, poison. This particular member of the group was known to be untrusting, a loner by nature and not real well liked by his peers. So, the rest of the cadre just laughed it off and continued on through. Upon...

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