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Blissful Lightning wrote:

Ah, well, I had a follow-up question, but I don't want to give you any spoilers on what ended up happening in Strange Aeons, in case you'd ever want to read it, so instead I'll ask...

Would the King in Yellow have a similar effect if it's performed in an outer plane?

Don't worry about spoiling things we publish to me. And again, while I didn't develop or write any of the adventures for Strange Aeons, I did create the 20,000 word or so outline for it, and I did write a lot of the backmatter articles, and I did invent Xhamen-Dor, so I'm pretty familiar with the broad strokes of the campaign. Just not as familiar with the details, nor as familiar with how Adam and his authors chose to interpret the mythos in their work.

Location doesn't matter to the play. Performing it links that location to Carcosa, regardless of the time or place the play is performed anywhere in reality.

"Could the King in Yellow be performed in Hell? ...asking for a... friend."

So yeah, CR18 devils are terrifying. Not to a 14th level paladin, of course. But still.

"They were DARN TOOTING TERRIFYING to my Rebel paladin dimensional twin. Heck, I wasn't there and I feel a strong urge to get drunk for a week!"

*buys Zig some spiffy boots*

Kevin Willis wrote:

Sebastian Hirsch wrote:

Those pineapple chunks give me ideas for some ... things I might do at a convention later this year.

Invite an inebriated Thursty to force-feed people pineapple chunks from a skewer without telling them the chunks have been soaking in tequila?

Because things don't always come off as they were intended online, I will clarify that my comment was intended to be funny, and it probably made more sense if you were there.

A couple of pieces of pineapple were in fact handed out without warning. However they were given to friends who the provider knew in advance would get a good deal of enjoyment from both the alcohol content and the unexpected nature of the mystery ingredient.

After that, everyone who got pineapple knew what they were in for.

*VVVVHHHHRREEEEETTTTTTT!*

"Party foul! Roughing the nibbler, three drink penalty, replay trivia contest!"

*VVVVHHHHRREEEEETTTTTTT!*

"Trust me, mint is the way to go. Especially done up Kintargo-style, with a splash of jalapeno for the infernal fires."

*raises a mug!*

Cayden Cailean's Theme!

"Breakbone! Grappler of All The Things! Want a beer?"

If this is the Breakbone that Amber was on a team with over the weekend, she fully insists on even more things for Bruno to grapple, for the Breakbone was almost looking *bored* at some of the things he was grappling!

"For real! I had t' drink three cups of ale to read a note from that Amendomenophous guy the other day, and even then I had to stop repeatedly to make sure the letters weren't trying to escape the note!"

"Perhaps with some modification of Brew Potion to bring it more in line with the Alchemist class? I totally want to do this!"

"I'm not taking any away, I'm just not supplying any more. If you're so confident, why don't you go take the test of the Starstone?" the tiefling offers in a gentle chiding tone.

"Dear, the Drunken Hero would be quite miffed if I got you into trouble from too much to drink. You've had more than a few at this point, so you're cut off, enjoy the warm buzz. If you need coffee or tea, we can get you some, or water to help ease the hangover."

The tiefling that the other Caydenite had been getting beer from stands up and looks to the rest.

"Be Good to each other, including the candidates, and remember the inherent Goodness when you vote. Beer? No, not you, kid, you're cut off." she says to the fellow who just rambled into the discussion.

"I get that a lot. Still, you'll probably want to hop down before it really kicks in, it has a bit of a chaser to it. I call it the 'Blessed Batch of Barzillai'. Made it just for him if I ever get up Kintargo-way."

The tiefling pats the fellow on the shoulder. "I'm glad you like it. Folks thought I was crazy to make a mint beer..." She holds up a clawed hand and shows it off to Grrrr. "Who needs knives? My claws are sharp."

There's a brief pause.

"Oh, hey, let's make it an incentive! Vote and you get ale! I've plenty to go around!"

*A muscular tiefling woman hands SoC a mug of mint beer that's actually pretty good*

"Here. This will help your tongue from sliding somewhere inappropriate. All Hail the Drunken Hero!"

"If you're having too much of a good time, remember that someone else is having a bad time and help them out."

"Seriously, you pick the 'Caydenite Warpriest' and you can't even get the *race* right???"