Last night’s NGR game was… a wonderful clusterfuck.
There’s a slight case of civil war going on, caused in part by the party (when I wasn’t involved).
We decided we would travel south to Basilisk Lake to find the (rich) refugees who hauled ass out of town when they caught wind of the insurrection. They are waiting for rescue by Imperial troops from the south, but it seems the Empire is pretty much unaware of them.
But then the dice… The dice decided we were going to be the victims of this excursion instead of the refugees (we hadn’t decided if we were going to help or fleece the refugees once we found them).
The first day out from town we ran into a group of pagan forest folk who took offense to our Imperial outfits, southern accents, and townie ways.
They killed one of our crew, as well as…