With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
Monday, July 13, 2009
next session!
Shortly after crossing the Kantele River, the trees start to thin. The wind seems colder and stronger without the forest acting as a windblock. Around mid-day, the cold sun hides behind the clouds and snow starts to fall. By twilight, your vision and movement are hampered by the newly fallen snow, which drifts around your knees. The cruel wind cuts at any exposed skin, and makes seeking shelter seem like a good idea.
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So, what are the Vegas odds on the missing artifact showing up at random while I'm at the inn, sipping wine before the fire?
I attack the snow with my sword!!! I rolled a 20, I roll to confirm. 20 again!!! Sweet, I roll again. 20!!! Woo hoo!! I beat the snow! Looks like clears sailing from here everyone!
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