Friday, August 19
True Dungeon: Assault Atop Castle Greyhawk
True Dungeon was a lot of fun. Matt was the wizard, a veritable death-dealing machine. I, on the other hand, was a bard. Which means I had to sing.
Nobody's surprised, I know.
What's funny is that you need to DO things, like memorize what certain runes mean, to emulate your class skill. When it came to my bardic lore, I completely screwed it up, triggering a gas trap that poisoned half the party. Amazingly, no one died.
Then we got to the end, couldn't figure out the riddle, and us along with all of Greyhawk blew up.
The End.
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posted by Mike Tresca at 7:37 AM
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