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SATURDAY.Another weekend of gaming! My star wars group has been pushing on solving some mysteries and taking out the bastards that are getting in their way. This session was full of intense combat and intrigue and some discoveries. Lots of near-fatal moments, and a couple of amazing critical failures. There's gonna be some interesting interplay between the crew's de facto leader, and at least two other members next time we play. Should be fun in that wincing in pain sorta way.
SUNDAY.
Been hanging with d-man and shooting the shit. We heading out around 1030ish to seek a gaming store for him to buy some dice. I managed to convince him he needed dice of his own rather than rolling my cast offs during our sessions. We tried a store in the mall, but it had crappy quality dice. And we can't have zee crappy quality! NO NO NO!
Next we tried his neighborhood game store, and it had the right stuff. D-man managed to find the most OCD of the dice they had available... a pack of "dwarven metal - brass finish" dice, each with its own individual ziplock bag, and a nice pleather bag to put all the individually-bagged dice into. I admit, they are nice... a bit smaller than the standard size, but about 4x the weight (see below).
Of course, upon returning to his abode, we immediately had to test the dice. Summoning the mighty power of the gaming gods, we imbued his new dice with the properties necessary to establish a lengthy career of role-playing, smiting, improved skill checks, and other such necessary goodnesses (see below).
After we ran a few combat trials to affirm the divine nature of the dice (need there be proof!!?), he gleefully placed each into their miniature ziplock baggies, and returned them to their holy sepulcher of divine goodness (aka, the pleather pouch).
All is well with the world.
SUNDAY.
Been hanging with d-man and shooting the shit. We heading out around 1030ish to seek a gaming store for him to buy some dice. I managed to convince him he needed dice of his own rather than rolling my cast offs during our sessions. We tried a store in the mall, but it had crappy quality dice. And we can't have zee crappy quality! NO NO NO!
Next we tried his neighborhood game store, and it had the right stuff. D-man managed to find the most OCD of the dice they had available... a pack of "dwarven metal - brass finish" dice, each with its own individual ziplock bag, and a nice pleather bag to put all the individually-bagged dice into. I admit, they are nice... a bit smaller than the standard size, but about 4x the weight (see below).
Of course, upon returning to his abode, we immediately had to test the dice. Summoning the mighty power of the gaming gods, we imbued his new dice with the properties necessary to establish a lengthy career of role-playing, smiting, improved skill checks, and other such necessary goodnesses (see below).
After we ran a few combat trials to affirm the divine nature of the dice (need there be proof!!?), he gleefully placed each into their miniature ziplock baggies, and returned them to their holy sepulcher of divine goodness (aka, the pleather pouch).
All is well with the world.
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