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Corpus Cacophonous
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: A green and pleasant land
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Scenario LR2: The Mines of Moria (Levels 6 to 8)
… Dungeon Master (DM): OK, the Orcs are all dead. All Players: We bind our wounds. Boromir: I’m searching the Orcs’ bodies. DM: *rolls dice* You don’t find anything of value. Legolas: I’m searching for secret doors. DM: *rolls dice* You find one in the centre of the north wall. Aragorn: *marks up map* I scrape the door with my sword, just in case there are any Ear Seekers, and listen at it. DM: *rolls dice* You don’t hear anything. Aragorn: Boromir, you open it. Boromir: Hang on a minute, why me? Aragorn: *rolls eyes* OK then, I’ll open it. DM: It’s locked. Merry: I’ll use my Thieves Tools to pick the lock. DM: *rolls dice* You pick the lock. Aragorn: OK, I’ll open it. DM: *rolls dice* You see a long dark passage stretching out ahead of you. Aragorn: *marks up map* Gimli: I’ll try to detect traps. DM: It’s too dark. Gimli: I have 30 foot infravision. DM: *rolls dice* You can’t see any traps in the first 30 feet. The passage continues beyond that. Gandalf: I’ll cast a Light spell on the end of my Staff. DM: You only just cast it. You need to sleep before you can cast it again. Aragorn: OK, we, we’ll all rest while Gandalf sleeps. Boromir: *rolls eyes* DM: *rolls dice* First hour – no wandering monsters. *rolls dice* Second hour – no wandering monsters. *rolls dice* Third hour – ah, you hear guttural voices and metallic sounds coming from behind the door to the south. Aragorn: I draw my sword and stand ready. Boromir: I draw my sword and ready my shield. Gimli: I ready my Axe and jump onto the tomb. DM: *rolls eyes* Legolas: I’m knocking an arrow in my bow. Frodo: I draw Sting. DM: It’s glowing blue. Legolas: Orcs! All except Legolas: *roll eyes* Sam: I draw my frying-pan and stand ready. Merry: I’ll try to hide in the shadows. DM: *rolls dice* You succeed. Pippin: Me too. DM: *rolls dice* You fail. All except Pippin: *roll eyes* DM: OK, before you can do anything else, the door opens and a band of 15 Orcs bursts into the hall. *Some time later* DM: OK, the Orcs are all dead. All: We bind our wounds. Boromir: I’m searching the Orcs’ bodies. DM: *rolls dice* You don’t find anything of value. Etc etc Last edited by The Saucepan Man; 01-24-2007 at 08:11 AM. |
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