Ravenloft night!!! Everyone’s here tonight, and we’re stocked up on soda and chips, and the Pizza has been ordered, so it’s time we got going… as soon as we figure out where Ozzy’s character sheet is, since he wasn’t here last time and it’s missing…
Also: immersion is shot. Majere is living in the livingroom and we’re playing among piles of his stuff. Strife’s moved in to Majere’s old room and will be around a lot more, and I’m still having fantasies of Murano Glass beads to go on the new snake chain I got to hold lockets… because… OMG Murano Glass!!!! ITS SO PRETTAY!!!! Yeeeees…. can’t stop window shopping the interwebz.
So when last we left our hapless crew, they were trying to get some important documents from the guards, about dead Brian….
Ravenloft, once more. Ozzy is absent tonight, so Marco is… staring off into space… like a guy who isn’t there. Because he isn’t. The DM is sick and so am I, so immersion tonight isn’t going to really be happening, and Sam is sitting in because she’s crashing on Q and Majere’s couch, soooooo… yeah. We actually had a session in between this and the last one, back on the 16th… but it went kind of like this….
DM: So… last time, you come upon a Vistani camp…
Lew: It was arson…. give me another drink.
Sam: *Stares balefully.*
Mayo: Who… DOES that kind of thing?
Q: Screw it… lets just watch a movie.
So… we did… but tonight we’re actually going to play.
I’m… very drunk tonight. I’m warning you of that right off the bat, because, it might make things make a little less sense. It’s not a party or anything… it’s just Dungeons and Drunkards and I got an early start because Ozzy’s class ran late and we had to wait for him… hehehe…
So. . . Chell and Sam are rolling in tonight, because, well they’re around a lot now, particularly Sam, what with her being crashed on Q’s couch, and all that. Also NA isn’t coming back… for reasons we’ll politely leave out, nor as should be obvious, is his fiance the Bard. It seems the Crusader will be an NPC for a while because the DM thinks it’s silly to make him just vanish, and we all agree, but the Bard is busy playing to the diggers and won’t be joining the party.
So… picking up where we left off….
So… apparently tonight is the Superbowl. This is important to us because it means we need to order our Pizza well in advance of when we want to eat it, and for no other reason, because we’re going to play Ravenloft instead. WOOT RAVENLOFT!!!
So when last we left our terrified party, they were smashing a creepy baby skull that was left in their camp to a powder… because creepy, and most of the party was suffering under the “fatigued” modifier because of their nightmares about… creepy forest babies.
So yes… we pick up where we left off on Monday, and directly after our last session of “Heretics to the Empire” because damned if we’re gonna stop playing, but also damned if we’re going to go on without a player when they have to leave… so we woke Majere, who was napping thru Heretics, and it’s time to go see the Burgomaster the wonderful Burgomaster of Oz! (What… we were just on the Yellow Brick Road to Munchkin Land…)