Gentlemen Adventurer's Boardgame Night.

[hobo_lantern]

*You see an announcement posted in front of Herb's Clubroom*

"Open for Public.

This Friday is Gentlemen Adventurer's Club's Boardgame Night! We'll be playing Castles and Cockatrices 13.5th edition game mastered by yours truly, the president. Bring a sixth level character that you're not attached too much!

Feel free to take a copy of a character sheet inside and a rulebook copy in case you need to refresh your memory about the rules!"

*Of course you know that Castles and Cockatrices is a popular fantasy pen-and-paper rpg.  The way this game still exists now in the age of virtual reality and giant robot shows how ubiquitous and popular the game is. If you read the rulebook, it's simple enough, with standard fantasy classes and races and all that jazz.*

1. Discuss about his plan?

2.The game night. It's a mingle thread. Feel free to join anytime, comment about the game, introduce your fantasy characters, and talk both uh... in character and out of character.... with your character...

Feel free to jump into the thread and comment at any time. Or act even if your fantasy character haven't been introduced.

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2. The Game Thread

[hobo_lantern]

*Herb sits at one end of a table huge enough to accomodate every players. In front of him is a GM screen and many dice. And scattered around the table are cheesy snacks.*

You all are in a tavern...

yo dawg I heard you like pen and paper RPGs...

[littleshortforanelemental]

You'd think that the large battle armor trooper would have chosen a class like the Hun or the Crusader. Yet he's playing a Fae Mage, the squishiest of the Squishy Wizard trope.

"I order a flagon of beer."

One that his character's constitution is seemingly unable to take.

[saikyocivrobo]

A tankard of finest mead for Sir Rupert the Amazing, Magic Knight!

Oh, that's not me. I'm just his squire. That's him.

[Werter points at Prometheus at the other end of the table, who looks up from his character sheet and waves.]

[foreheadboy]

I... Um... I sit at the end of the bar, trying my best to not be noticed, I think...

[...Wait, the hell is Rossiu doing here? Well, kinda bored, and he couldn't exactly hang around Simon... so he put those new fangled reading skills of his to the test.]

Uh... its one of these for a streetwise check, correct?

[Holding up a simple d20, Rossiu looks it over with a wary eye. He had what was called a... Cleric, he believed.]

[hobo_lantern]

The cute busty tavern girl came with all of your orders. She's a dwarf, you can tell from her beard.

"One flagon of beer and one tankard of our best ale!" she said.

And yes, Rossiu, that should be a streetwise check. Then you should roll the dice. Too bad that it's not a cleric's best skill though.

Meanwhile, all of you heard people whisper. "The evil dragon trio has burned another town..." they said. "And King Smith just let them get away with that..."

Anyway, Mister Nikolai, didn't know that you play board games.

[saikyocivrobo]

Seriously? First we meet in a tavern, and now a dragon? Talk about cliche...

[Prometheus waves his hands in the air.]

Cough. I mean, I order some cheap ale for myself and try to listen to the rumours.

[gurrenbrigbonded]

Matthew comes into the lounge, a freshly printed character sheet rolled up in his hands.

"My apologies for being late, Mechwarrior Herb. It took me a while to...write up a backstory."

He set several sheets of paper down in front of you, covered in typed notes with inked corrections her and there, along with a family tree diagram.

Then he places his character sheet on top. "I believe these are the technical specifications for a bard. Ah, and said bard asks one of the laborers where this dragon trio came from..."

[littleshortforanelemental]

"I secretly use my transmutation spell to turn the very large beer into water while I drink sloppily. I attempt to appear quite drunk."

Warden deviousness, Matthew.

[foreheadboy]

There's only one dragon noted so far...

[Rossiu remarks out of character to Matt, before looking back at his options.]

I try to recall whether or not I've heard anything about this... King Smith.

[That's another d20 rolling.]

[hobo_lantern]

Cliche eh? Alright then.

Suddenly, before any of your questions can be answered, zombies burst into the tavern from every windows and doors! Chaos and screams erupt as the zombies start chewing people!

[gurrenbrigbonded]

Matthew pick up a D20 and rolls it.

"I use my 'Songs of Origin' ability to sing the nearest zombies into the tavern floor!"

[littleshortforanelemental]

Nikolai sighs. He'd been hoping to get a little more information out of the locals about what they were up against.

"I overturn the table to serve as cover and cast Magic Missile."

[infinite_blue]

"Sorry for being late, I heard and I had to read the new rules. I played a little C&C in College, 7.0 edition."

[She takes a seat, with only three sheets of paper.]

=+=Following the Zombies in, a masked figure attempts to throw knives at a non occupied Zombie.=+=

"I Roll to range attack with throwing knives." [Picking up a D20 and a D4] "It's still this damage right?"

[saikyocivrobo]

Yeah, because zombies are even more original.

[Prometheus raises his finger, soundlessly declaring something, and throws some dice.]

Sir Rupert laughs at the minions of evil and charges at them with his fiery blade, swinging it for... +15 attack bonus? 3d6+15 damage +2d8 fire? Really? This can't be right. Let me see that sheet.

[Struggle between Werter and Prometheus, proceed!]

By the way, feel free to jump into the game as if you've been there from the beginning

[hobo_lantern]

Matthew's bard's songs takes effect. The zombies closest to you begin to dance!.

With that distraction, all of your attacks managed to kill most of the zombies. There are still some stray zombies chewing people, but none of you are in immediate danger anymore.

But suddenly! You hear a load roar. The tavern suddenly start to catch fire! And the roof is collapsing! Oh no!

[infinite_blue]

=+=The Masked hunter pulls the knife out of the zombie and braces under a table. "What is that?" the rogue asked.=+=

"Nice singing there."

[Said with a smile to Matthew.]

=+="You guys need to get out of here, now!!"=+=

[saikyocivrobo]

Well, that was fast. I pull out some meat from my backpack, throw it to the zombies as a distraction to let everyone get away, and quickly escape from the tavern!

[Prometheus gesticulates wildly.]

Sir Rupert the Amazing smashes through the wall while yelling "oh yeah". I can't believe he actually bought the ability to do that.

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"The Bard uses 'Stage Voice' to rally all the surviving civilians and get them to retreat out through the back!" Matthew declares, rolling a semi-decahedron dice.

"He also finishes off the remaining zombies that are grappling people with a bodkin."

[hobo_lantern]

Most of you manages to survive from the collapsing roof without more than bumps and bruises. And moreover, you manages to survive some civilians too! Nice going! But...

[hobo_lantern]

One side of the tavern has almost totally collapsed. Not counting the roof that's basically gone too. And from there, you can see the source of the previous roar.

It's a giant dragon, its blue scales gleam under the moonlit night. And on top of it, stands a person clad in full plate armor.

"This town has been infested by undeads. By the right granted to me by King Smith, I, Spencerius the Paladin, the Rider of the Land Dragon, will cleanse this town.... with FIRE!"

And the dragon starts to spew fires at the buildings around it!

[saikyocivrobo]

[Prometheus points forward.]

Sir Rupert challenges the other knight to a duel.

As for me, I pull out a pie from my backpack and throw at him.

[Prometheus just stares.]

[gurrenbrigbonded]

Matthew picks up another dice.

"Jace the Bard raises a shaking finger at the Paladin. You! You were the one who killed...My Father! he says."

Matthew grimaces at the mention of the word 'father'.

"I should make a composure roll to keep Jace from attacking the dragon rider head on, quiaff?"

[littleshortforanelemental]

Nikolai looks a little peeved. Zombies, then a dragon, then a rival? Was Herb just going to keep introducing new enemies every time he realized he hadn't thought through what to do after introing the first set?

"I surreptitiously prepare a Buff and Light spell." He says, rolling his dice for his very low target number Deception check.

[foreheadboy]

Um... I... I call upon Ezpar's blessing. Might as well get all our saving roll's ready...

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[over_under_being]

[Does everyone know about C&C? No, not everyone apparently. Have this go-to person as far as ignorance about human culture is concerned, for example.]

What are you talking about?

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[hobo_lantern]

Role playing games! You know, this is a make believe game that you play with your imagination and some dice, where you pretend to be a knight or a wizard or something and do adventures.

[over_under_being]

So it's another form of storytelling, is it not?

[hobo_lantern]

Yes, it's collaborative storytelling combined with throwing dice around! Basically it's like friendly gambling, but more violent, and with more wizards.

Do you overbeings tell stories too?

[over_under_being]

More violent? How dangerous can these "dice" be?

Over Being have limited contact with each other, but there are at least some stories they tell. Mostly related to the race's past.

[hobo_lantern]

It's not the dice that's dangerous, it's the users.

So you overbeings also have stories. Do you overbeings do make-believe though? Do you even have fictiions?

[over_under_being]

I don't know. Probably not.

I doubt storytelling is something my race encourages participation in.

[hobo_lantern]

Then you should try it! Come on, make up something. Let's try it. Continue my words. Once upon a time...

[over_under_being]

Once upon a time?

[hobo_lantern]

Come on, continue that sentence! What happened or lived once upon a time? Made up something. Is it a family of pig? Was there a kingdom?

[over_under_being]

Hmm. Very well. I can do this, too.

Once upon a time, there... was...

[Texotic looks around, as if searching for something to serve as a source of inspiration.]

A door.

[hobo_lantern]

Oh man, you're killing me. Continue it! Such a cliffhanger! What's up with the door?

[over_under_being]

It is a door... to elsewhere. It takes you somewhere else.

[Pause as Texotic realizes that most doors do that.]

No, to another dimension. Yes - a dimension that is... black and empty.
[She seems to be probing the words carefully before forming full sentences.]

Almost completely empty. Almost.

[hobo_lantern]

...almost?

[over_under_being]

That universe has something in it.

[Quick, describe it! But how...?]

You cannot describe it. You cannot see it, but it is watching you.

Always watching, in the darkness.

[hobo_lantern]

Wow. This is... quite a story.

[over_under_being]

It's based on fact.