Gravestorm victorious.


Gravestorm victorious.

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  1. Joe CwikFebruary 14, 2016 at 3:38 PM

    Please be sure to let me know how adventures 8 and 9 work out for you. We had some rules issues with one of them...

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  2. Casey G.February 14, 2016 at 3:38 PM

    I'll have to leave you hanging! This was the last game we could manage for the weekend.

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  3. Joe CwikFebruary 14, 2016 at 3:52 PM

    No worries! I'm just curious how those work out for others. It has been a while since I've played that game, but I remember there being an issue when we did not explore a new tile, and what the heck was supposed to happen at that point.

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  4. James LaMannaFebruary 15, 2016 at 7:34 AM

    Get some paint on those minis already!

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  5. Casey G.February 15, 2016 at 7:37 AM

    I could have dug out enough painted minis to play. Except for Gravestorm.

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  6. James LaMannaFebruary 15, 2016 at 7:44 AM

    Primer black, drybrush white. Done.

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