An evening with no plans and homework done means Scarlet Heroes: Star Wars.


An evening with no plans and homework done means Scarlet Heroes: Star Wars.

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  1. Barry LovsethFebruary 22, 2016 at 7:30 AM

    How'd the adventure go?  How'd you interpret the world generation rolls?

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  2. Casey G.February 22, 2016 at 7:38 AM

    I just picked one of my old Star Wars minis game maps, which was of Ilum, where the jedis get their lightsaber crystals. The adventure took place soon after Order 66. They got a message from Yoda to go to Ilum and get as many lightsaber crystals as possible and to warn any Jedi there that the Empire might now know the planet’s location.

    Of course the Empire was already there looking for Jedi. They fought some Stormtroopers, then some bounty hunters, then rescued a Jedi and her apprentice from some Sith warriors who had taken them prisoner.

    The only thing in the book I looked at was the Foe Statistics table on page 121.

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