Friday, 28 August 2015

Beware the Sky! - A Groveling Finklebott Cautionary Tale - Part 1

So there I was, minding my own business just passing through town when Kobolds and Dragons!  DRAGONS!  There was like a hundred of them!  And they're all over the skies!  I tell you what, you'd never get that happening underground, nosiree.  Old Man Rockweather warned me about the perils of the surface, but someone had to warn them.  Someone had to let the people know that there was another option!  That they could escape from this deathtrap that they're living in!

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Fargrimm's Blog - Enter the Dwarf

With the end of Grimgut the Mad's adventuring career having come to pass, I will be continuing my Character Blog series with my remaining characters that I play in various RPGs.  Today I introduce to you Fargrimm Firebeard, a Dwarf with a penchant for Conjuration and a habit of seducing his way around the universe.  What follows is his abridged impressions of the first 4 gaming sessions of our Spelljammer campaign, featuring a few former gaming greats.

Life has been... interesting since the encounter with the Mindflayers.  There's a large part of my memories that are still missing, but I do know that we did something that will bring about the end of time, and now we're trying to fix it.  Or so we've been told, Mordenkainen has been a little less than forthcoming in his information.  So I suppose I should start with what I know and we can work back from there.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Grimgut's Blog: An Epilogue

So a bit's happened since I last made an entry, in the havoc that ensued following the defeat of Mad God Whats-his-face.  Figured I should start there and work my way forwards.

Me allies and I had gathered beneath an old One-Eye fortress in the plane of Shadow, the Dragons went full wizard and started casting their spells of protection on the most holy black artifact of plane sundering while leaving us with the task of stopping an enraged god of madness.  Right.  That'll cost you extra, I tells them, but they're fine with it.  So we set up for a fight, and this guy just busts his way through the ceiling like it's nothing and steps down into the cellar with us in the way.  The little ones went straight into hand to hand with him, while myself and the spellslinger gave ranged support before wading in.  What ensued was brutal, bloody warfare, and a side of Ista, our pet fox, that I had never expected to see.  Snuffles, bless his soul, was his usual immovable and magnificent self until that son of a bitch burnt him out from under me.  With a word!  He yelled at Snuffles and took the life right out of him.  Fortunately, he got what was coming to him, when Ista hacked him up so bad that he exploded.  Sadly, our little fox didn't survive the blast.