What I Did On My Holidays in Westeros

[bunn]

1) saved Westeros from overwhelming Wildling attack and the Squidly rule of Balon Greyjoy!

This was a followup roleplaying session to the adventure two years ago, when, it is becoming increasingly clear, we probably doomed the world.  But only in the longer term,  so that's all right.

Here are some snaps :

We land North of the Wall by moonlight.  We were being ultra-sneaky, so the best swimmer went ahead in the water to check things out.  Unfortunately, the water was very, very cold, and the best swimmer kept rolling 1's.   Incidentally, the swimmer's weird eye is not my drawing, but a Character Feature.   In the boat, various party members, non-player characters, and Gelert the Mastiff.

We arrived at the shoreline and found a couple of Wildlings, sadly wearing ridiculous hats to try to protect their ears.    The Master of Arms, followed by Gelert the Mastiff, leaped out to give them a taste of Good Cold Steel, although he was forstalled by Edmun Blackadder Darnell, who gave them a taste of Good Cold Arrows.  We later discovered that the corpses were likeable men, much beloved of their many children.

The only enemy in this picture is Horny Helmet Guy, who attacked us after I spectacularly failed to hide from him, hiding behind a tree which noisily collapsed.   It turns out that Horny Helmet Guys are a load of trouble.   I think I might have given this drawing more movement if I hadnt' essentially taken the composition from the Lego figures used to model the battle.

My character needed to climb a tree.  I rolled a natural 20.   I *strolled* up the tree, to the amazement of other characters who had tried and failed.

To be honest, exactly how we saved Westeros is already starting to go a bit fuzzy in my head.   But I do remember the tragic death of Gelert the Mastiff at the hands of a Horny Helmet Guy, a lot of sneaking around woodlands, and some sort of Mighty Sea Battle at the end.

While we were adventuring,  we ate an enormous amount of... well,pretty much everything.  Less good:  Brythen tore a dog bed into many tiny fluffy fragments.   Then he went outside.  I confidently observed 'it's nice that he is so good about entertaining himself outdoors, and there's not much damage he can do out there."   Later, I went out and found that the ancient blanket that covers the compost bins had been ripped into 999 fragments, and the garden decorated with the results.  Sigh.

Comments

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

But was the tiger okay?

Poor Charlie and Dave!

I didn't notice you drawing the tree climbing. Natural 20s are such nice things. It's such a shame that they seem to crop up only about a tenth as often as natural 1s. I think d20 manufacturers are in the pay of the League of Evil GMs, and produce dice that are strongly skewed towards catastrophic results.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

The tiger was... not greatly more injured than he has been on other occasions. He's getting to the stage where he's becoming un-stitch-up-able though.

I drew the Natural 20 TreeWalk after you'd gone, I think, and very hastily!

[chainmailmaiden]

Brythen did look like he was having a lot of fun outside. I didn't see the blanket shredding though, or I would have probably commented on it at the time.

Nice pictures, I do like your strolling up a tree one :-)

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Most of the blanket was up around the orchard, where it could not be easily observed from the window. I shall have to go to a charity shop and see if I can find another manky old compost-blanket, they are great for keeping the weeds from settling on top of the heap.

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

It occurs to me that your haziness about how we saved the world is probably because you were walking the dogs during the pivotal scene. You missed an urgent Council of War at Eastwatch (By The Sea), in which we narrowly managed to stop the Dragonstone fleet and northern armies from rushing off into a trap, and therefore ensured that they stayed at Eastwatch to thwart the wilding attack. At the same time, we sent out urgent ravens to the Tyrells and Lannisters, warning them to protect their shores from the coming Greyjoy attack.

Presumably your character was out walking spaniels at the time, and missed all this.

I still fancy seeing a picture of Jared and the maester having their girly battle, while the raven waits patiently in the background, and Vikings with baguettes pass by outside, oblivious. :-)