We gathered at HQ around the usual time. Ned was there first and together, he and I re-arranged the table and couch configuration for the first time. A miracle. We had more room on all sides of the table and all were more comfortable. Silverwind was second to arrive – without advertised guest – and all were relieved. The very idea of guests at nerd night went over like the “Voice of Munin.”
Ned made Brattle wursts and I brought condiments – and after three or four sausages all were ready to get to work. We resumed where we’d left off…but Felkin was absent as well as Lilia – so we were down to a meager five players. But such players!
We rolled through room after room, traps, monsters, and obstacles dire. Our heroes leveled to two – many took a level of fighter. And onward again. We crushed packages of coconut oreos, ice cream sandwiches, and still more sausages. We bathed in victory – and Silverwind’s turbo-bug-zapper flared and flashed in the darkness – all foes cowered in despair.
The team descended to the lower level of the crypt where things got wet. Giant frogs were vanquished and some horrible exploding Margh-bull corpses. A room of gently wafting purple molds was bypassed, and still onward. Until, at last, three of our group nodded in exhaustion table side. The beer and cookies and ginger and sausages and fritos and slaughter of mosquitoes and waves of experience points was all too much – we called it a night. We stopped just as the group threw open giant bronze doors leading to Kassen’s crypt.
As we gathered in our line of cars, we sat for a while and reflected on our night of victory. And reflected. Nobo was the last to arrive and was so deep in reflection that we waited a really long time. It turned out that he lost his keys and his phone – and we were trapped. A few failed perception rolls for those who tried later, finally, Silverwind succeeded and Nobo allowed us to leave into the still night air. All in a line, all at once, our cars carried us back to the world from which we came.