Guild Hall

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...

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...