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.
Correction in comments, I'm still mad Ok, I found out the 5e allosaurus from Tomb of Annihilation was only CR2 and was outraged, so I made a comparison of a D&D character and allosaurus specimen MOR 693. Then I compared the allosaurus to a polar bear, also CR2. The bear has 5HD and the allosaurus has 6HD. So, I take it back. CR 2 is fine.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
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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