Well, I decided to go for a House Stark game, and I went into the hinterlands. After several days of tracking I found the scat that led me to the den...
My players loved it when I came back with their wolf cubs.
Sadly the whole party was lost in a horrible eaten-by-wolves incident. They were delicious.
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But seriously, I really never got into props because of a horrible experience in college. We had the local irritating Eldritch Crowleyesque group who wanted me to join them to run a game. I brought my books, a couple of standby players, and a nicely planned game of Ravenloft that could lead into a cool little setpiece for multiple jumping-off points.
When I saw them all dressed up while I was in my blue jeans, hooded sweatshirt, and geeksack 'cross my shoulder I let it go.
Then there came the accents, and the various handkerchiefs and other items.
I finally tapped out when I went outside for a smoke and got to see the portly guy playing Sherlock Holmes-meets-Austin Powers come out and try to stoke a pipe. In character.
And puke across my shoes upon drawing a quarter of a bowl of poorly-packed tobacco in from a cheap big-bore pipe. I loved those comfy old tennis shoes
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Slainte,
-Loonook.