Escape

Their attempt to sneak undetected into the castle having failed, the party found themselves once again stripped to their skivvies and thrown into a dungeon cell. Total silence reigned - obviously their captors had experience with spellcasting prisoners. The party wished their sense of smell was also magically muted, as the odor of urine, feces, blood, and death filled their nostrils.

Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Having used the Gatestone to leave Merlin's cavern, the party found themselves standing on a grassy plain, surrounded by a circle of weathered, standing stones, very much like Stonehenge. The land in front of them sloped gently upwards, and a large castle could be seen several miles in the distance. The peaceful scene before them is at odds with the sounds coming from behind them: a tumult of shouts, screams, thundering hoofbeats, and loud crashes.

The Crystal Cavern

After their untimely deaths, our party found themselves in a warm dark tunnel, with a bright light at the end. Distant music could be heard from the direction of the light. As they moved towards the light, it receded away, finally vanishing with a distant flash. The sound of music was replaced by mocking laughter, which also faded away. They floated in the darkness for what seemed an eternity.

Rest in Peace?

When last we saw our intrepid adventurers, they were at the bottom of a pit, under relentless attack by flaming bats and crystalline scorpion-like creatures. They had come in search of some information left behind by the great mage Merlin after he disappeared some 1500 years ago, but things had gone horribly wrong.

Down the Rabbit Hole

The party was in a pub in Bath, having just listened to Avalon tell them that he believed that a rebel wizard from his home world of Arcadia, named Twynillios, was behind the recent attacks on the party. While they were still trying to digest this news, Joe received a phone call. He stepped out to take it, then returned and took Ice aside for a private conversation. When they returned, Ice was looking nervously over his shoulder, and Joe was even grimmer than usual.

A Fallen Comrade

Everyone was living more or less peaceful lives, keeping your distance from your former comrades and hoping that your past would stay firmly in the past. Sadly, it was not to be. Jerry, who was monitoring a variety of government databases for any activity related to the party's known identities, suddenly got a flurry of hits looking for information on Harry. Apparently someone had queried the FBI's IAFIS database with Harry's fingerprints, and that caused all hell to break loose. Jerry decided he'd better warn Harry that someone was on his trail, but when he called the special number for Harry, someone else answered his phone. Thoroughly spooked, Jerry went on the run.

Modern Weapons

Guns have a normal To Hit based on character class and level. Treat as normal missile attacks; dexterity bonus on both THAC0 and AC apply. Guns have an attack rate (number of attacks per round), and an ammo usage rate based on the type of attack. They each have an ammo capacity, and require some amount of time to reload when they’re out of ammo. Characters need to keep track of their ammo usage themselves. Each caliber weapon uses different ammo; weapons of the same caliber can interchange ammo.

Current Character Info

In the 10 years that have passed since your escape from Area 51 and your engagement with Tesla's magic-using Nazis, each of you have gone your separate ways. You've made sure to keep each others' cell phone numbers in case of an emergency, but beyond that you've had little contact with one another - no Christmas cards, no 5-year reunions. You were each given new identities by the Qabbal, and you know those identities for each other, but you don't know if anyone has taken another assumed identity. Here's what you know of each others' whereabouts.

My First Blog

I now have a blog. I feel so ... dirty. I never wanted to be one of those people. Oh well - it's only for D&D. It's not like I'm going to go around sharing my every insipid thought on what music I like, or what I think about Brittany Spears, or what I ate. Although we did eat at this really good Cuban restaurant in Durham last night, called Cuban Revolution. I had a steak sandwich called "The JFK", that came with black beans and rice, and was ....  OH MY GOD - IT'S HAPPENING!!!