Snow falls in the quiet country evening...
Punctuated by the jingle of bells and the pitter-patter of reindeer hooves, you hope?
You wish! No, the jangle of funeral bells is a dirge counterpointed by the hellish baying of wolves!
And what to your wondering eyes should appear?
But a black smoking sleigh pulled by eight Hell Hounds of Drear!
And sitting atop that steel-bladed sleigh...
Is a twisted old gent, and he's come to play.
He hops from the cart bearing a bloody cat-o-nine tails...
And he can't help but smile as your wretched hearts fail.
"Well, children," he purrs, "Your DM has called...
Sent me with a gift for the players - one and all."
"He'll answer one question, just ONE, about the game...
As long as it doesn't ruin any plot that he's lain."
With a crack of his whip, and a shower of blood,
The old elf mounts his sleigh as the Hounds bear it above...
Then he throws from the sled, some things much like snow...
As Hero Points sprinkle down on the poor bastards below.
But err he vanishes from sound and from sight
He laughs evilly, "Enjoy your very own slay-ride tonight!"
You each get a holiday Hero Point and you can indeed ask me a single question about the game. It could be a hint, a clarification, or a 'whatever' and I'll do my best to give you the straight skinny so long as it doesn't wreck any surprises. So, feel free to chat amongst yourselves, decide your question, and then ask it.