Time for the Tomb of Borrors!

[JRR Tolkien]

Alrighty then, As you make your way to the main road heading north, you see many folks and wagons heading south.

[Ranger Alissa]

Politely (for me) ask where they are from and where they are going.

"Who are you?
Where are you from?
Why are you on this road?"

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: The refugees continue their slow march southward, but you get a general idea that they are from boorhan. Because of your intimate knowledge of the land, you know that boorhan would be a 3 week journey past liverton i.e northeast on horse.

You pick up from your queries that they were sent south because of rumors of impending war coming to their land.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

must..resist...urge...to...make...dumb...decision...

[JRR Tolkien]

Good luck with that

[The Nasty Orc]

I want to come too sorry got lost in the kitchen. All that food. "BURP" Sorry Lordy guy I eat everything in there.

He has a huge link of sausages over his back and a wheel of cheese.

He also has his battle axe back.

"I was hungry."

"Hey Leader where are we going now?" he says to Alissa.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: As you walk away, the manor implodes in a big plume of smoke and dust.

It seems that link of sausages was a major component holding the foundation together, congratulations you have literally eaten him out of house and home.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Not even AM H or I could have spread that much wanton destruction. Wait...now how are we going to get our magic god-slaying weapon from Lord Balamos now???

[Ranger Alissa]

Nasty, you put that back now!

[AM HEALER]

WHATEVER. DID ANYBODY SEE US IN HIS HOUSE? ANYBODY THAT DIDN'T GET CRUSHED, THAT IS? YOU CAN'T PIN THAT SHIT ON ME.

[Ranger Alissa]

Oh, I don't know. Maybe half the town knew we were coming here.

[AM SORCERER TOO]

I'll try and be as charismatic as possible. Maybe entertain the children while I'm at it.

[Lord Balamos]

Nesod the Monkchinegun wrote:

Not even AM H or I could have spread that much wanton destruction. Wait...now how are we going to get our magic god-slaying weapon from Lord Balamos now???

*Emerging from the choas looking dishelved, dusty and confused, lord balamos asks you all

"What happened to my manor?"

[The Nasty Orc]

As the Lord comes out.

He sheepishly says. "Sorry I was hungry. Here is your sausage back. Not sure what happened."

"Good food. Me not as hungry as I was before. We take care of the guy whose name you don't know."

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty:The nasty I thought I knew would have swallowed him whole, is this a NY resolution

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

It's the Bard Incident.

[Ranger Alissa]

Never let them leave a bar sober or drunk.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"I think I handled that fairly well!"

[JRR Tolkien]

Happy New Year! Tomb of Booror folks!

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Huzzah!

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Happy New Year 2014 of the Dragon everybody.

[Ranger Alissa]

May we kill more enemies than last year.
One female half-orc in particular.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[Alissa's Bear]

RRAAAHHHHRRRRR!!

[Alissa's Bear]

RRAAAHHHHRRRRR!!*

*Maybe I will get a decent picture this year!

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Maybe I can gain true lichdom and conquer a kingdom this year!

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: i believe that's a big 10-4 on both counts

Bear: RRRAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRR!

Nesod: You have just become my new BBEG in some other online game.

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

I resolve to get even better at emulating the processes of the gelatinoid family of life, so I can (among other things) be a better companion to my fellow adventurers this year.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Alrighty...what do we find in Liverton?

[JRR Tolkien]

Nesod: You are still 3 days journey from liverton, would you like to start your travels?

[AM HEALER]

3 DAYS? I HOPE WE FIND SOME THINGS TO SLAY ON THE WAY.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Don't worry: in this world 99% of all sentient creatures are considered "monsters"

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Can I set them on fire?

[JRR Tolkien]

You all start heading north along the road passing by more refugees heading south. You reach the edge of doff's woods with about 2 hours of sunlight remaining.

Does anyone have knowledge nature?

[Ranger Alissa]

You need to ask?

Knowledge nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa:you never know who's going to answer

This forest seems to be in a state of decay as if the land itself is poisoned. The triple canopy forest with primarily oak and sycamore trees lets little if any light through.

Your bear is acting skittish upon approach to the woods.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Let's push on!"

[JRR Tolkien]

You move down the road and all is strangely quiet. The air is stagnant and the air smells of decay and iron. Night is fast approaching.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Let's make camp!"

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

"Ahhh, nice place!"

[JRR Tolkien]

Ok then, we will do combat as first come first serve, however I do want everyone to get a chance to blow off some steam from all this tiresome roleplaying

Whomever: Off towards the north you hear sounds of crunching leaves and grunts as what sounds like a large group approaching.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

I cast Light.

[JRR Tolkien]

Shrieking from the painful light spell, you see goblins....lots of goblins. You have surprised them.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

I use my wand of Illusion to create a GIGANTIC Dragon!

[JRR Tolkien]

Nesod: a GIGANTIC! Dragon appears 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7 alot of the goblins run away screaming in goblin about a dragon appearing.

However more press in to attack!

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Create Pit on where they're centered.

[JRR Tolkien]

1d20 ⇒ 14 some pile into the pit making a horrible squishing sound. But more come!

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

21 gone out of...how many?

[JRR Tolkien]

I want to see if anyone else wants to play whack a goblin

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

I jump into the pit and take my now real shape. The pit should be perfect to fit me, and I imagine I will burble downward as I absorb lots of goblin, stunning and beginning to dissolve any who are still alive.