Monday, December 26, 2011

Caves of Myrddin update

Today marks an unprecedented in the history of the expeditions to the Caves of Myrddin and the dungeons below Castle Dundagel. Abbot Wendron pays a personal visit on the guest house where most of the adventurers stay between delves. Normally he stays away from the place so he can plausibly deny knowledge of the shenanigans that go one there, but through a discreet messenger he quietly gives you one hour's notice of his visit, giving you a chance to tidy up a bit. The following is his address to all those present:

The peace of Christ and his servant Saint Emmet be upon you all.

My friends, three days ago my brothers and I had to bury one of your number, a lad named Gomma.  We are all born into this vale of tears not knowing the number of our days, but knowing that the numbering will be short. That he died young does not trouble me, especially considering the dangers he accepted in plumbing the hell-tainted depths of the nearby dungeons.

What troubles me was that he death was unnecessary and avoidable. Though slain by one of the numerous deathtraps below the ruined castle, what truly killed Gomma was foolishness.  Not his own folly, though perhaps he was not the sharpest knife in the kitchen, but rather he was slain by the folly of another.  It seems several of you have taken to bringing some chalk into the dungeon and mislabeling things, in hopes of luring your fellows away from treasure and towards deadly traps.  It was one of these chalk messages that led to Gomma's demise.

Men, this horse hockey has got to stop.  I know that there is a finite amount of treasure in those haunted crypts and each of you wants it all for himself, but ask yourself who these subterfuges really serve.  Every time you draw one of these deceptive signs the Vampire Lord of Crows licks his beak in anticipation of fresh blood.  Every time you get out your chalk in hopes of tricking other adventurers the Dragon of Dundagel laughs and counts his gold, secure in the knowledge that you are helping to protect it!

There's no point in attempting to enforce my wishes with an array empty threats.  I can't police what happens down in those hellholes. So I won't huff and puff and threaten to withhold our hospitality here or our clerical aid should my advice be ignored. But consider the words of this old man as friendly advice.  Nothing would please me more than for you to kill all the monsters, find all the gold and most of all, come back alive.  So do yourselves a favor and worry less about the handful of competitors for the loot and worry more about the horrid monsters that oppose you all.

And for Christ's sake, clean this place up a little.  What is that smell?

11 comments:

  1. Oh Noes!

    Gomma the ugly was a trusted companion of mine. I'll miss the comfort of having his blade protecting me, even though he was hard to look at.

    Is his body still down there?

    ~Vithujin the Elf

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  2. No. His companions for Friday's expedition brought it back for a proper burial.

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  3. "Horse hockey" - love it :D

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  4. And for Christ's sake, clean this place up a little. What is that smell?

    "I think it's probably the talking pig, sir."

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  5. Speak with Dead spell in action?

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  6. Was anyone there? What happened?

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  7. I've been giving this some thought myself, and when I went back to read the original West Marches writeups, I found that the sharing of (accurate) information was encouraged. I've encouraged players in my own newly-started game to share their maps (although I don't require it). The second expedition was able to avoid all the rooms that had already been explored, and make out with some great treasure, based on the first group's map. I think that's more fun.

    I've been guilty of writing trick messages and such. I may have even started the trend. I thought it was clever and fun at the time, but after being on the receiving end of it, I've concluded it's probably more fun to share accurate information and to help all the groups be successful as possible.

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  8. A little more info on this session here:

    http://peoplethemwithmonsters.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-late-and-crappy-christmas-present.html

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  9. Anonymous10:00 AM

    rest in peace harry morgan

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  10. I gave an account on my blog along with my crude maps... RIP GOMMA. You unlucky bastard.

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  11. Father Jack seems to remember kicking the abbot in the bum one time, so hides his face in his bottomless rum flask. He then swears off chalk. For now, at least.

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