Dec 19, 2020 2:12 pm
OOC:
I don't want to hijack "Twas" - Were you looking for the game T'was the Week Before Christmas ...?Not a hero was stirring, not even their sword;
The star maps were out and handled with care,
In hopes that lucky stars soon would be there;
Thieves' guild were nestled, all snug in their sewers;
Dreaming of taverns, secret doors to the brewers;
Xanathar's in his sanctum, Sylgar, his bowl,
Nar'l Xibrindas is reading a scroll,
From Trollskull alley there arose a great call,
Red flame a'blossoming - a huge fireball!
In through the windows there came a brief flash,
Tore away shutters in splinters and ash.
Gnome lying dead. Cloak burnt and black,
Hin blown apart in the vicious attack.
Drow disembowelled. He was ever so scrawny,
Requiescat in pace, my sweet bardic Donnie.
Killer escaped. We just couldn't foil her,
Changing the script. Can't have a spoiler.
We peered at the sky, seeing nothing but griffon,
Looking for killers, but they must be hidden.
"Now, Stagat! now Yagra! now Durnan and Bonnie!
On Uisce! on Threestrings! Forget about Donnie!
Halvard dead, fell off Mount Waterdeep
The DC was insane. Is it really that steep?
CRs being ignored? The DM wouldn't say,
I'd swear all she wants is a tough TPK.
I packed up my dice, my pencil and pad,
A game made of death saves - I wasn't that sad.
I went on the web, one cold autumn night,
Looking for games, I found this great site.
Qralloq invited me in - my dwarf joined as guest,
A chat with a dragon and on with our quest!
Plague struck the world. We were all in lockdown
Real life games cancelled - can't travel to town
What to do? How to get RP mayhem?
On to GP - it's time that I DM!
A crinti, half-drow, she was ever so naughty,
Loviatar, the villain of my Waterdeep Story.
Then weird controversy as I DM 'Uncaged'
American politicals getting outraged.
Play Omega Zone, apocalyptic the scene
Kinda like the world after Covid nineteen
Baldur's Gate noir, then cold Icewind Dale
For a snowy campaign in blizzard and gale
On this midwinter's night (Faerun calls it Simril)
Braving Auril's cold, her frost, and her chill;
You look to the heavens for your lucky star,
Now comes my ruling so weird and bizarre
If you are playing in my Dale campaign,
Your PC is rewarded with item arcane
After seeing your star, you dig in the snows
Tymora blesses you, an item bestows
Why there in your hole, what do you see?
Find out, by rolling Magic Item table B
But don't tell the others. There's a good troll.
Happy Simril to all, and to all a good roll!
