winterwombat:

Yesterday marked the end of a 3 session mini-campaign run by my amazing friend Ivy, and it was a heck of a good time. So good, in fact, that I need to talk about how cool it was before I just explode from excitement. 

We had to rescue some scientists kidnapped by a bunch of flesh-eating ghouls and trapped on a river barge. We hijacked the ghouls’ steamboat with perfect stealth and subtlety, used it to sail up to the barge with the villains none the wiser, and then promptly ran in screaming and set the whole boat on fire. We blew up the steamboat’s engine in the process, but our party’s Mad Scientist ( @myrastuff) managed to modify it to run on The Ever-Burning Flames of Hell, as courteously provided by @wingedashley ‘s demonologist, so we got away safely.

In the climax, my Vampire got to confront her evil asshole sire, and then beat the tar out of him with his own damn blood. @link4422 ‘s werewolf nearly died keeping dangerous mutagenic technology out of the hands of the extremely suspicious noblewoman (who all of us seemed to have a bad-idea crush on). We ended the campaign by accepting her financial support in order to form a sort of Gothic-Victorian A-Team, because we definitely want to bring these characters back in the future. 

I don’t get to play in many campaigns, even short ones, so this little adventure has been a special treat for me. Now that it’s over, I suppose there’s nothing left to do but nerd out about how fun it was with all the other players, and start planning out what kind of shipping absolutely needs to happen in the next game. 

The Adventure of Ippswitch

My friends, I have a tale for you
Of four young heroes, tried and true;
Of war and flame and fear
And of those who are no longer here.

When half the party left to fight
A lich who swallowed up the light
Three members stayed behind to check the town for clues
They stopped inside a seedy bar in the hopes they’d find some news

Unfortunately,

A brawl they met when someone asked
To buy this little redhead’s ass
And then the dead outside came fast
And so they ran away

They came across a little inn
And once they were inside,
They saved the people ‘t were within
(The barkeeper, aside)

A greater battle now ensued,
Defensively they fought
A chanting voice the rogue pursued
As the Inn became distraught

The Wizard did as they do best
He summoned up some friends
While others fought, they took the rest
And many undead met their ends

The bard? She knocked some zombies out
while checking on a friend
But soon she’d find without a doubt
That he would meet his end

A fire soon began to rage, the wizard getting worried
A demon from below escape, and out the heroes scurried
The bard, by now, was filled with spite
Her friend and fan now dead
She set out then to set things right
(And rid the zombies of their heads)

From house to house the heroes marched
In each one saving many
The fires made the town grow parched
(Repairs would cost a pretty penny)

The war pressed on when who should show
But one who was thought dead
The Paladin some news let know,
And our crew was filled with dread

The friend, a bard and man of death
The team then deemed their foe
And since ‘twas her fault was his last breath
My heart was filled with woe

But such a mourning was cut short
Another foe approaching
A goblin bard with his cohorts
Signaled a war encroaching

The heroes from this battle ran
Too many there to fight
When the goblin brought surprise to all
And tried to set things right

With zombies gone a silence fell
And I must apologize
But…tentacles made things…unwell
(no doubt for my small size…)

Our big finale you all saw
The rioting and spite
An argument then followed on
On what was wrong and right

And now you know the tale, good friends
Of that long, noisy night