Group was in a lighthouse where I had repeatedly and explicitly mentioned the many rooms full to the ceiling with fifty-gallon casks of lamp oil, the other rooms full of sand (to control any fires) and the two massive metal containers full of the stuff in the room they were in (with piping leading up to the lamp itself).
Spellcaster laid down a wall of fire that passed straight through one of those canisters on the map. No one so much as raised an eyebrow while he did it.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Pre-gen from Frank Mentzer's module, The Needle , 1987. I knew this was insulting and gross when I was 14. At the time I didn't know who Frank was, since I only played AD&D. I found this module again when I was going through a box of old stuff and was surprised he wrote it, because I thought it was a pretty shitty adventure.
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The PCs were fine. The passengers strapped into their seats near the hijacker... Not so much. Total Recall-like civilian body count.
ReplyDeleteHad something similar happen in a DnD game once.
ReplyDeleteGroup was in a lighthouse where I had repeatedly and explicitly mentioned the many rooms full to the ceiling with fifty-gallon casks of lamp oil, the other rooms full of sand (to control any fires) and the two massive metal containers full of the stuff in the room they were in (with piping leading up to the lamp itself).
Spellcaster laid down a wall of fire that passed straight through one of those canisters on the map. No one so much as raised an eyebrow while he did it.
Only TPK I've ever GM'd. Worth it.
Verhoeven'd is such a great term. This whole campaign is Verhoeven'd.
ReplyDeleteHIS NAME IS MY NAME TOO (almost)
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PnqgmzDc0k
ReplyDeleteI was waiting for that.
ReplyDeletethe in flight meal was pork chop sandwiches.
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