I was writing an article recently when I discovered my musings had wandered off on an intriguing tangent. I felt compelled to turn it into a freestanding post.
At the end of the last session, we left our heroes after they had triumphantly weathered a terrible storm.
At the end of the last session, we left our heroes battling against a ferocious storm. Without warning, disaster struck.
Struggling figures swarm over the doomed ship’s deck as huge waves break over its side. Caught on barely submerged rocks, which have ripped its bottom out, the ship begins to break up as the PCs battle a group of monstrous, depraved cultists struggling to open an extra-planar gate through which their be-tentacled master will enter the world!
At the end of last session, we left our heroes triumphant after having slain a pack of giant rats and a ferocious spider. Luckily, Vilimzair had been present to keep morale up. It had been a hard-fought battle but luckily none of the Bards had suffered any ill effects at all…