Text by Paul O'Connor, Dungeon Master
Rubar's sudden, tortured scream alerts even someone as thick
as Snafu that something is up -- leaping across the tavern, he slashed at Mac,
who evaded behind the bar. Brutus came bursting into the tavern, knocking out a
good chunk of the doorway along the way, and leapt into a life-or-death
struggle with Dog, the wolf, while Frank grabbed Lissa and held a knife to her
throat!
Mac gave Snafu the old one-two, a punch on the button and a
hook to the temple when Snafu got the jelly-leg; the would-be King of the
Western Goblins was dead before he hit the floor. Mary started babbling on
about frequent visitor points and treasure and fresh linen and anything else
that came to mind to convince Frank to let her daughter go -- the crack of
Brutus snapping the wolf's spine was the punctuation mark, and all that Frank
needed to hear before throwing Lissa aside and making a break for it, evading
Mac and running for the hills.
Frank's tales spread wide and far, particularly among the
goblins, of a wolf-killing demon that lives in the basement of the Fyre Wytch.
Even if the goblins overrun the whole damn island, they will certainly give the
tavern a wide berth. Mac & Mary are safe (though they've killed any
business they might have gotten from goblins!)
It almost goes without saying, but LEVEL UP for Mac &
Mary!
(and that concluded one of the top RPGs I've ever had the
pleasure of playing ...! We almost should end the campaign here, we have hit
our zenith)