The cold's stiff as corpses and the only thing stiffer than corpses is the door to the inn. Between the pounding gale and the slightly warped doorframe, it takes all your strength just to get it to creak.(visual)
Suddenly, the door gives way, announcing your presence as it slams open. All conversation ceases and you're met with a long stare from from all the inn's occupants. All of them are of remarkably Ulfen persuasion and not the kind of men and women you'd want to to cross. The stares begin to linger on just a little too long...
Until a tall, middle-aged woman with golden hair calls out, "Shut the damn door, this cold's stiff as corpses!" Instantly, the vikings spring to life, jovially ushering you in and relieving you any wet coats and the like. Promises of hot food and drink are made while a place is cleared by the fire. And before you can take even another step towards the warmth, the inn is already filled once again with laughter and conversation.
Welcome to World's End.
No worries, come join the fun!
Oh, and just to clarify because I mentioned the whole half party consensus rule in recruitment - this is a case where I want individual answers from everyone which can certainly be contradictory.
Hopefully my entrance was acceptable, kind of an awkward point to fit myself in.
This is kind of key to what Ynjan dose next GM,
Ynjan presented Byggvir with a second drink as his team has answered another question, Has Byggvir also drink his second drink?
Ah - the woman who answered the question took a drink, but Byggvir did not.
Please read my post.
Ynjan did not drink that rounds drink, that went to the woman with +2+2gold,
then! Ynjan took another drink to Byggvir and is waiting to see if he drinks it.
I take it Byggvir dose not drink the drink Ynjan is holding out for him to drink.
Apologies for the slow response, very busy weekend for me - we'll say that Byggvir did quaff the drink you handed him.
Sorry did this in a rush words and spelling wrong, should be this.
"You and fellow townspeople are in an inn drinking,
Playing games of stamina and moral thinking.
Then from the bad weather slips in a hidden doom,
Slowly dread and fear fills the room.
Unstoppable, inevitable death is here.
All cease playing and drinking of beer.
No eyes this dread, but hearing true,
So in silence all hid knowing what to do.
But with you is a baby small a laying.
Who soon for mother will start crying.
You could silence this baby once and for all,
Throw mother and baby to doom let them take the fall.
Or all fight this doom with your inevitable death.
Now doom is waiting for your choice with baited breath."
So how dose the small fat man wezal out of this one?
Pardon me friends, I've been awol too long - life stuff. Post will be up when I get home.
Everything okay, GM? Are you still interested in this game?
Its all pointless why even bother
All things end,
they say,
This can be a sad thing,
but it also means sadness itself will pass.
One day sad will be gone and I will remain.
I live for those days.
I am going to take that as an exit.
Good luck to everyone in their future games.
I'm sorry to hear that. I hope your life situation improves. For what it's worth, this looked like it was shaping up to be pretty fun.
My sincerest apologies folks, I'm not quite in the best shape to continue the game. It was a pleasure playing with you all, and I do hope your future endeavors go well.
No worries GM
Rest destresss and have fun
No worried indeed. I thank you for telling us, and I had fun while it lasted.
Could you please close up the thread?