Scotley
Hero
They were rolling 'em hard and fast as the adventure neared the climax. The deepest level finally reached. The dice clattered across the Formica top and bounced off the cardboard screens over and over again as they burned through dailies. The DM matched them roll for roll with waves of minions. They were leaning in ever closer and rolling with lives hanging on every roll. The DM was upping the tension with brutes and artillery. His dice were flying in every larger handfuls as powers reset and more adversaries were summoned. Encounter powers and magic item abilities went next as the players became desperate. Soldiers fell only to be replaced by elites. The tension mounted and the dice grew hotter. At-Wills were being called out and dice crashed together as players clamored for their spot in the initiative. The players gasped in horror, a solo now? Unfair! Another wave of dice bounced toward the screens and players flipped pages frantically looking for obscure powers and desperate strategies. Message boards were scoured on i-phones in hopes of finding an unerror-ed weakness in the rules. The DM reached across the wall to topple the miniatures one by one. Those who still had a character in the game gripped the dice fiercely before making a final toss that might yet save the day. A missed save could be a death or even a TPK. The DM was equally grim as his own forces dwindled. Nary a plastic Kobold remained in the case as he called upon last ditch powers allowed by the final monster's bloodied status. The end was near as the last player rolled a flaming hot die landing in a strong drink poured to sooth the loss of a beloved character. The final result was lost in the blast and would be long debated by those who gamed that night...
Just a little flight of fancy inspired by Relique du Madde's post.
Just a little flight of fancy inspired by Relique du Madde's post.
