Homemade stone golem. Check it out. D&D LARPs are really embarassing but this is cool. Here's hoping they show up over at the SCA to raise some hell. Hi, elmgrows.
I must let you know, gentle reader, that I missed out on about forty minutes of game due to my restless bowel. This would be the one time that I'd wish Jaybird or maribou would contribute something of a rundown to the game community.
Guilt trip aside, my rundown.
Isaac the Nosferatu is stuck with an epileptic werewolf. His attempts to carry the beast to safety were for naught earning a vicious bite. Lee the Brujah has taken Joan back to her home and discovered that Joan's enchanted boyfriend was beaten and bruised within her house. He says that someone who looks a lot like Jack Stone the Gangrel, my character, is behind the attack. Speaking of Jack, he's pulled from a dangerous fracas between two werewolf factions over at Garden of the Gods. Sure, he's alive but he's really wary about the guy Fernando who has done nothing but impugne the good name of the Reina. Jack later learns that Fernando is the Reina's brother and that the Reina belongs to a clan and ideology of vampires which is antithetical to most leeches. Fortunately she has a drawback: lacking a reflection.
Lee and Isaac meet up together at John the Mage's ransacked home and get a big plot point from John. Jack is brought back to Fernando's hideaway under the Fine Arts Center, does his usual abrasive schtick that passes as skepticism and leaves his savior on bad terms.
The next night we head back up to Denver. The Reina's nowhere to be found, Stormbringer is gone and our small team discovers that the Tremere have packed and left under the cover of daylight. Now the rumor is out that the Reina is Sabbat and has been building an army in Wyoming. Lee's apartment was maliciously ransacked, the words "Sabbat Bitch" were scrawled on one of the walls. Jack Stone's meager homestead out in the high plains was burned to the ground. A stop at a nearby gas station reveals some pale kids claimed their car broke down and they bought gas for their huge cans.
Fortunately Isaac's haven was untouched, hidden underground like all nosferatu havens. The game ended there because next session is the new Prince's meet and greet in Colorado Springs.
Spot is fine. She had this weird tuft of hair on her back which I snipped off one night. A week or so ago, I attempted to rub it out with plain water and toilet paper to no avail. I was worried it was a little cowlick of pus from a spider bite. At the most innocent but implausible of causes, some maple syrup could've hit her back but there hasn't been any maple syrup opened in this apartment for quite some time.
Right now I feel too close to a personal situation. Heck, I don't know if anything has been resolved regarding it. Hopefully Saturday will show signs of hope or simply prepare me for the worst possible news.
