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The Prancing Pony never saw such a group
Jan. 17th, 2019 10:01 amOur gaming group is starting up a new game! Yeats discovered Adventures in Middle-Earth, which works with fifth-edition D&D rules, and has been jonesing to play it with our local gang (a remote game played via Google Hangouts on weekends has bogged down a bit due to RL). Since Yeats is a Tolkien fanatic, we all know he'll run it beautifully and keep it true to the source material. So we quest! It's our usual group who've been playing together for nine years now, plus New Guy and our friend Tall, who participates via Hangout due to work and distance. Highlights of the first two sessions include:
Me, Asantir the Mirkwood elf: I attempt to sneak up and survey the bandits' hideout.
Yeats: Roll stealth.
Me: *rolls* That's a natural 1.
Yeats: You forgot that your magical headdress is still set to "glow".
G, Rivendell elf: I always knew you Mirkwood elves were airheads.
Me: I tear it off and jam it beneath my cloak!
Yeats: Too late. Roll initiative!
Yeager, hobbit scribe and healer: I'm not entirely sure what to do in this situation.
Me: You could write the bandits a sternly-worded cease-and-desist letter?
Yeager: Arrows keep hitting my writing desk! This is an heirloom!
*Bandits having been subdued, we are taking three of them back to Bree for justice*
Yeager: Behave yourselves!
Evaristo, dwarven fighter: Aye, we have wicked punishments in mind.
Tall, Dunedain ranger: We will...make you listen to the Rider's stories!
A, Rider of Rohan who failed a Charisma check early on and has made it a character trait: Now, my uncle--this would be Aethelforth the Third as opposed to Aethelfred the Fourth--was hoping to gain grazing rights to the Western side of the Eastfold moors, which as you know has excellent forage for horses, just the right balance of grass and--
Bandits: Please submit us to Bree justice, we beg of you.
Yeats: In the bandit camp, you find some coin, lots of looted and stolen goods, and travel supplies such as rations, rope...
New Guy, Dunedain fighter: Rope! That was originally why I came into Bree, seeking to purchase rope.
Yeats: Well, now you have some.
New Guy: MY QUEST IS OVER. Bye guys, have fun killing the bandit overlord!
Tall: Write if you find work!
G: I hope you and the rope will be very happy together.
New Guy: I do an '80s fist-pump against the setting sun with the rope in my hand.
*Fighting the bandit overlord*
Me: I roll to smite a mook with my sword. *rolls* That'll hit!
Yeats: Roll damage.
Me: Lessee, one D8 plus one D6 for sneak attack plus four...17 points of damage!
Yeats: You sidle up behind him and slit his throat with one graceful gesture, and his fellows watch in horror as red spills from the gaping wound that appeared out of nowhere.
Yeager: I vomit discreetly into a corner.
J, hobbit treasure-hunter: Oh, she's that kind of blonde.
Me: What, it's, like, hard?
Everybody is having fun so far, and it felt really good to smite some evil after a couple of frustrating days at work.
Me, Asantir the Mirkwood elf: I attempt to sneak up and survey the bandits' hideout.
Yeats: Roll stealth.
Me: *rolls* That's a natural 1.
Yeats: You forgot that your magical headdress is still set to "glow".
G, Rivendell elf: I always knew you Mirkwood elves were airheads.
Me: I tear it off and jam it beneath my cloak!
Yeats: Too late. Roll initiative!
Yeager, hobbit scribe and healer: I'm not entirely sure what to do in this situation.
Me: You could write the bandits a sternly-worded cease-and-desist letter?
Yeager: Arrows keep hitting my writing desk! This is an heirloom!
*Bandits having been subdued, we are taking three of them back to Bree for justice*
Yeager: Behave yourselves!
Evaristo, dwarven fighter: Aye, we have wicked punishments in mind.
Tall, Dunedain ranger: We will...make you listen to the Rider's stories!
A, Rider of Rohan who failed a Charisma check early on and has made it a character trait: Now, my uncle--this would be Aethelforth the Third as opposed to Aethelfred the Fourth--was hoping to gain grazing rights to the Western side of the Eastfold moors, which as you know has excellent forage for horses, just the right balance of grass and--
Bandits: Please submit us to Bree justice, we beg of you.
Yeats: In the bandit camp, you find some coin, lots of looted and stolen goods, and travel supplies such as rations, rope...
New Guy, Dunedain fighter: Rope! That was originally why I came into Bree, seeking to purchase rope.
Yeats: Well, now you have some.
New Guy: MY QUEST IS OVER. Bye guys, have fun killing the bandit overlord!
Tall: Write if you find work!
G: I hope you and the rope will be very happy together.
New Guy: I do an '80s fist-pump against the setting sun with the rope in my hand.
*Fighting the bandit overlord*
Me: I roll to smite a mook with my sword. *rolls* That'll hit!
Yeats: Roll damage.
Me: Lessee, one D8 plus one D6 for sneak attack plus four...17 points of damage!
Yeats: You sidle up behind him and slit his throat with one graceful gesture, and his fellows watch in horror as red spills from the gaping wound that appeared out of nowhere.
Yeager: I vomit discreetly into a corner.
J, hobbit treasure-hunter: Oh, she's that kind of blonde.
Me: What, it's, like, hard?
Everybody is having fun so far, and it felt really good to smite some evil after a couple of frustrating days at work.
