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Post by BeZurKur on Apr 1, 2008 16:28:23 GMT -6
Last night I got to play for the fourth week in a row. This is just a small highlight of the game:
The PC's and a band of brigands they managed to convince should aid them are walking down a natural passage when they realize the smell of sulfur. They continue and come across stalagmites with thick veins of gold. (Yes, I know that is geologically impossible, but hey: it's fantasy.) They ask about the sulfur and I confirm it is strong here. They examine the walls and discover natural holes with a yellowish residue around the edges.
So what do they do? What else but proceed to hammer out the gold! Shortly after they break off a chunk the size of softball, sulfur blast out from the holes / vents and covers them in a deadly cloud. They run till they are clear and I say the infamous words: save versus poison. Fortunately for the PCs they all make it; unfortunately for three brigands, they don't. They cough and small yellow puffs rise from their mouth then fall dead. The rough transcript goes like this:
Player 1: That's it? They're dead? Player 2: Just like that? DM: Yup. You guys are lucky you made it. Caller: Well, can we at least tell how much the gold is worth? DM: (rolls behind screen and rolls good) Judging by it's weight, it's worth about 150 gold. Caller: 150? DM: Yeah. Caller (to other players): So, who wants to go back?
I know that one will become a classic. ;D
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Post by calithena on Apr 11, 2008 10:16:32 GMT -6
heh. Players.
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