R.I.P. Horus Nimblefingers
Today was the third adventure of an ongoing Dungeons & Dragons campaign I play on occasion with author David Wellington (as the DM), comics writer Fred Van Lente, Orbit Books' sales and marketing guru Alex Lencicki, and my girlfriend.
These campaigns are brutal. Lethal, even. I guess that's what you get when your DM is a horror novelist. My character, Horus Nimblefingers, was the only remaining character from the first adventure. All the others died, and most of their replacements did too. Unfortunately, today Horus finally bit the big one, impaled twice by the scimitars of some underground (and possibly randy) lizard people, and then thrown against the wall like so much spaghetti by their giant stone god--after poking out the god's ruby eyes, of course, thinking that a statue couldn't possibly come to life. Good times.
Anyway, Horus' teammates then looted his still-warm body, the bastards, and discovered among his possessions--a police badge! Horus was undercover, sent to infiltrate the Thieves Guild and bring the head of the guild, Cutbill, to justice! Not that it matters anymore, since all the other thief characters are already dead. I think that whole plotline is going by the wayside now.
Oh, and my girlfriend's halfling character, No-Face McButt, got turned into a crippled and mostly headless zombie. But she's still one of the good guys.
Anyway, Fred Van Lente live-Twittered the game again. Check it out if you like.
"Currently dueling to the death in the Sex Palace of the Lizard People. Film at 11."
These campaigns are brutal. Lethal, even. I guess that's what you get when your DM is a horror novelist. My character, Horus Nimblefingers, was the only remaining character from the first adventure. All the others died, and most of their replacements did too. Unfortunately, today Horus finally bit the big one, impaled twice by the scimitars of some underground (and possibly randy) lizard people, and then thrown against the wall like so much spaghetti by their giant stone god--after poking out the god's ruby eyes, of course, thinking that a statue couldn't possibly come to life. Good times.
Anyway, Horus' teammates then looted his still-warm body, the bastards, and discovered among his possessions--a police badge! Horus was undercover, sent to infiltrate the Thieves Guild and bring the head of the guild, Cutbill, to justice! Not that it matters anymore, since all the other thief characters are already dead. I think that whole plotline is going by the wayside now.
Oh, and my girlfriend's halfling character, No-Face McButt, got turned into a crippled and mostly headless zombie. But she's still one of the good guys.
Anyway, Fred Van Lente live-Twittered the game again. Check it out if you like.
"Currently dueling to the death in the Sex Palace of the Lizard People. Film at 11."