Welcome a Quest Master-ONWARD


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 * Behold... a momentous day! Today, we welcome three new heroes to the historically-based role-playing scenario of their LIVES...
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 * QUESTS OF YORE!!!
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 * Oh, nice delivery, Barley! Very dramatic.
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 * Yeah, it was... uh... definitely something. So, did you paint these little action figures to look like us yourself?
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 * Okay... First of all, these are SCALE-MODEL COMBAT MINIATURES... and second, yes. I definitely did.
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 * I figure since you guys finally let me run a one-shot adventure for you, I'd make it easy and just let you "play yourselves!"
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 * Well, I appreciate it. So, all the math on this piece of paper represents what my real-life skills look like in your game?
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 * Mom, you got it! I thought Ian and I could start the quest -- give you and Colt time to understand stuff before you jump in.
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 * Yeah, I mean... I've been reading the rulebook for... uh... MOST of last night, so... I think I actually know how to do this...?
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 * Little brother came PREPARED! All right, I'll set the scene. Picture a moons-less night... DEEP in a shadowy industrial park...
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 * Suddenly, striding forth from a roadside gas station, two heroes appear...SIR IANDORE OF LIGHTFOOT AND SIR BARLEY THE BOLD!
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 * Uh... Barley? I don't know if I'm reading this die roll right, but... I think my character just got kidnapped by sprites?
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 * ... Oh. Yeah, you're EXTREMELY kidnapped by sprites.
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 * (Relax, guys -- lousy rolls like that are just part of the game. You just gotta improvise around 'em!)
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 * (See, watch: My character is TOTALLY gonna save Ian now, and it's gonna be awesome.)
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 * (Oh, and if you have any rules questions, just whisper 'em to me, like this. Otherwise, stay in character!)
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 * (Ahem--) ... Like I was saying: Striding forth from a roadside gas station... IT'S JUST SIR BARLEY!
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 * Uh... Barley? I don't know if I'm reading this die roll right, but... I think my character just got kidnapped by sprites?
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 * ... Oh. Yeah, you're EXTREMELY kidnapped by sprites.
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 * (Relax, guys -- lousy rolls like that are just part of the game. You just gotta improvise around 'em!)
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 * (See, watch: My character is TOTALLY gonna save Ian now, and it's gonna be awesome.)
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 * (Oh, and if you have any rules questions, just whisper 'em to me, like this. Otherwise, stay in character!)
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 * (Ahem--) ... Like I was saying: Striding forth from a roadside gas station... IT'S JUST SIR BARLEY!
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 * (Oh, and if you have any rules questions, just whisper 'em to me, like this. Otherwise, stay in character!)
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 * (Ahem--) ... Like I was saying: Striding forth from a roadside gas station... IT'S JUST SIR BARLEY!
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 * Welcome Barley.
 * 6m
 * 5, 50
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 * Ha HAAA! Nothing like an inventory full of Sparkle Sticks and griffin jerky to fuel two heroes on the road to adventure!
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 * Plus, I couldn't decide between Mt. Doom and Dr. Fizzard for libations, so I got a 12-pack of both. That cool with you, Ian?
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 * Uh... Ian?
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 * Uh... Ian?
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