Saturday, 12 November 2016

Man Cave Campaign Diary Part 2 - And the Clowns rode to war...

"To wage a war across the length and breadth of the land, I'm going to need mobile, aggressive troops.  They need be swift, yet festive.  Jolly yet brutal.  I call forth my mighty chariot legions, clown automata at the helm, majestic beasts taking the charge." ~ Mr Tumbles, on the raising of the Joyous Convoy

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Man Cave Campaign Diary - Enter Mr Tumbles

"I have been mocked, I have been ridiculed.  I have been laid low by my oppressors and have seen the malice that resides within humanity.  Well no more!  They thought me mad, they laughed me out of the circus.  But I have my own circus now, my automatons fashioned in my own image.  They will rue the day they cast out Mister Tumbles!"

Friday, 28 August 2015

Beware the Sky! - A Groveling Finklebott Cautionary Tale - Part 1

So there I was, minding my own business just passing through town when Kobolds and Dragons!  DRAGONS!  There was like a hundred of them!  And they're all over the skies!  I tell you what, you'd never get that happening underground, nosiree.  Old Man Rockweather warned me about the perils of the surface, but someone had to warn them.  Someone had to let the people know that there was another option!  That they could escape from this deathtrap that they're living in!

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Fargrimm's Blog - Enter the Dwarf

With the end of Grimgut the Mad's adventuring career having come to pass, I will be continuing my Character Blog series with my remaining characters that I play in various RPGs.  Today I introduce to you Fargrimm Firebeard, a Dwarf with a penchant for Conjuration and a habit of seducing his way around the universe.  What follows is his abridged impressions of the first 4 gaming sessions of our Spelljammer campaign, featuring a few former gaming greats.

Life has been... interesting since the encounter with the Mindflayers.  There's a large part of my memories that are still missing, but I do know that we did something that will bring about the end of time, and now we're trying to fix it.  Or so we've been told, Mordenkainen has been a little less than forthcoming in his information.  So I suppose I should start with what I know and we can work back from there.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Grimgut's Blog: An Epilogue

So a bit's happened since I last made an entry, in the havoc that ensued following the defeat of Mad God Whats-his-face.  Figured I should start there and work my way forwards.

Me allies and I had gathered beneath an old One-Eye fortress in the plane of Shadow, the Dragons went full wizard and started casting their spells of protection on the most holy black artifact of plane sundering while leaving us with the task of stopping an enraged god of madness.  Right.  That'll cost you extra, I tells them, but they're fine with it.  So we set up for a fight, and this guy just busts his way through the ceiling like it's nothing and steps down into the cellar with us in the way.  The little ones went straight into hand to hand with him, while myself and the spellslinger gave ranged support before wading in.  What ensued was brutal, bloody warfare, and a side of Ista, our pet fox, that I had never expected to see.  Snuffles, bless his soul, was his usual immovable and magnificent self until that son of a bitch burnt him out from under me.  With a word!  He yelled at Snuffles and took the life right out of him.  Fortunately, he got what was coming to him, when Ista hacked him up so bad that he exploded.  Sadly, our little fox didn't survive the blast.

Friday, 19 December 2014

Grimgut's Blog: You want me to do what?

So me and my mercs, we were hanging out in this town, had a bit of downtime on the Tharrashk coin.  So I took some time out to try my hand at Gunsmithing.  Took me a solid month, but I managed to crank out a small unit's worth of Musketoons, should do me for a firefight.  Now the Necromancer was in his "lab", or so we referred to the cellar that he had rented from the fine establishment that we were to find ourselves in.  He kept muttering about needing "Bigger fee mors".  I completely agree, we definitely need to start charging larger fees if he's going to go around renting people's cellars.  But that's also no way to use the King's Common I told him.  Bloody wizards, don't know what's good for them.  He should get some sun, maybe see a priest.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Lord Sechnaill's Crusade Continues in: Warriors of Chaos. In Tzeentch we trust.

"Lord Sechnaill looked around the peaceful landscape, dotted with trees and the rubble of a long burned out tower.  The grass was green and there was a hint of Spring in the air.  He was about to signal the column to halt while the Peasants catch up with that ungainly war machine of theirs when, through the trees, he spotted heavily armoured figures advancing with malign purpose through the peaceful valley.  Not waiting for the stragglers, Lord Sechnaill signalled his men to form into their battle lines.  A command met with much groaning by the "Pilgrims", who had taken advantage of this opportunity to tap a fresh keg of ale.

The Damsel led the men in a swift prayer to the lady, the Barman - I mean Pilgrim Leader - poured a fresh round of medicinal beverages and the fight was on"