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Are there only 16 now?
Jan. 9th, 2015 12:34 pmWe've been in the Fabulous Unknown City for a long time - a year actually. It's been a crazy, crazy journey.
You know, they arrived by mysterious cable-car, dealt with a few of the strange alchemical-beast gangs - the Grey-Monkey-Gangsters who were made of tin & had a three tiered forge each run by a different heart- the Red Hot Iron, the White Hot Iron & the Cold Black Iron Hearts - and there? There was an Iron Taste & an Iron Smell.
They've also met a few likeable sorts, monorail pirates, ham-geysers, conga-line-snakes. They shot the icy magic heart out of a titanic walrus in its own hockey rink. It was pretty special.
Through it all, they've maintained hope & psychosis in equal amounts. There have been changes. Sure. Wincey, the mad alchemist- remember when he got addicted to all the drugs and began reproducing by osmosis? Remember when his evil twin sprang out of him? Well, differently evil.
Remember that time they installed 2 of the three hearts into the lifeless corpse of the sorcerer Eddie? And how he came back to life as a bizarre matrix of three different conciousnesses that was always on fire, floating above the ground and naked?
Remember how Ionon the man from the woods and the others all summoned up his forest mother and she slept with everyone and then vanished leaving only a baby?
You know, through it all, they've been menaced and hunted - acutally hunted by unspeakable demonic things - things that come from places of strange angles and which have unwholsome, painful names. Well, it's good. They did good. Those guys.
They took a year's worth of hoarded bombs, sacrificed their chosen-one, two of the party members & a crew of about fifty anthropomorphic rat men - not to mention their lovingly crafted pig-zeppilin - all in one grand blaze of boss-fight glory.
I've been at this for a while, and it's been a good game - but I'm proud of these fools for killing LEBEGTHELLEGO - which knows what you do when you believe you are unseen, which sees your shame & revels in its revelation. They killed that thing and so many, many other things when the mad sorcerer - just off the surgery to have his hearts replaced by a miasma of drugs and... meat... decided without much forethought to: "I command all the crew to gather all the bombs we have on board, we'll make a trap! Using this little girl who's the basis of our campaign, the macguffin herself as bait!
It went about as well as you'd think. The demon ate the Macguffin, undoing all their efforts, and then the bomb goes off and I, I turn to the Alchemist's playe and say: Not counting how many bombs you have on you, but looking at your inventory - how many bombs do you have."
It was in the hundreds. The damage dealt was enough to erase any creature that I've ever seen in any monster book ever made. How could I tell them that they didn't kill one of the 17 Unknowable presences? How could I deny?
I think I'm gonna just tear that page out of the notebook.
You know, they arrived by mysterious cable-car, dealt with a few of the strange alchemical-beast gangs - the Grey-Monkey-Gangsters who were made of tin & had a three tiered forge each run by a different heart- the Red Hot Iron, the White Hot Iron & the Cold Black Iron Hearts - and there? There was an Iron Taste & an Iron Smell.
They've also met a few likeable sorts, monorail pirates, ham-geysers, conga-line-snakes. They shot the icy magic heart out of a titanic walrus in its own hockey rink. It was pretty special.
Through it all, they've maintained hope & psychosis in equal amounts. There have been changes. Sure. Wincey, the mad alchemist- remember when he got addicted to all the drugs and began reproducing by osmosis? Remember when his evil twin sprang out of him? Well, differently evil.
Remember that time they installed 2 of the three hearts into the lifeless corpse of the sorcerer Eddie? And how he came back to life as a bizarre matrix of three different conciousnesses that was always on fire, floating above the ground and naked?
Remember how Ionon the man from the woods and the others all summoned up his forest mother and she slept with everyone and then vanished leaving only a baby?
You know, through it all, they've been menaced and hunted - acutally hunted by unspeakable demonic things - things that come from places of strange angles and which have unwholsome, painful names. Well, it's good. They did good. Those guys.
They took a year's worth of hoarded bombs, sacrificed their chosen-one, two of the party members & a crew of about fifty anthropomorphic rat men - not to mention their lovingly crafted pig-zeppilin - all in one grand blaze of boss-fight glory.
I've been at this for a while, and it's been a good game - but I'm proud of these fools for killing LEBEGTHELLEGO - which knows what you do when you believe you are unseen, which sees your shame & revels in its revelation. They killed that thing and so many, many other things when the mad sorcerer - just off the surgery to have his hearts replaced by a miasma of drugs and... meat... decided without much forethought to: "I command all the crew to gather all the bombs we have on board, we'll make a trap! Using this little girl who's the basis of our campaign, the macguffin herself as bait!
It went about as well as you'd think. The demon ate the Macguffin, undoing all their efforts, and then the bomb goes off and I, I turn to the Alchemist's playe and say: Not counting how many bombs you have on you, but looking at your inventory - how many bombs do you have."
It was in the hundreds. The damage dealt was enough to erase any creature that I've ever seen in any monster book ever made. How could I tell them that they didn't kill one of the 17 Unknowable presences? How could I deny?
I think I'm gonna just tear that page out of the notebook.
