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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rafael Ceurdepyr" data-source="post: 1886829" data-attributes="member: 16566">I think one of the most memorable has to be in our ongoing Leviathan campaign.  It contains not one speck of combat, actually--all role playing, which to me are the most memorable times anyway.Our party had managed to locate an artifact we'd been hired to recover--the death mask of one of the city founders, ancestor of the mighty Heinter family.  We made our way back to return the artifact to our "handler" Tolver Greyjoy--"Mr. G", a man who'd started us off on our first adventure in that world (this was after probably nine months' of gaming in real time).  He wasn't in his quarters.  We were told that he was in an important meeting but that we should go in.We found Mr. G in a sumptuously-appointed room along with the most important men of the city, including the Admiral of the Fleet and the son of the recently-deceased head of the Heinter family.  Mr. G. was leaning on the mantle, staring into the fireplace.  He looked quite somber and glanced up at us without saying a word.  Also there was a man we'd done errands for who turned out to be on the side of the lizard men--and who revealed himself to be one himself.  We--or rather, I--gave him the mask--we were outnumbered at that point.They used the mask and two sorcerous rubies we'd also recovered to resurrect the head of the Heinter family.  We were congratulated for being so helpful and allowed to leave.That was bad enough.  The next day, the Heinters declared martial law in the city.  Will, the NPC we tended to think of as one of our party--as well as Mr. G's protege, broke the news to us that he'd just seen Mr. G's body.  He'd been hanged as a traitor, and that we had to leave Krakensfort or we'd be next.That was the end of the session and the end of "season one," as our DM (the amazingly talented Stormborn) called it.  The three of us players sat for a bit and stared at each other.  We couldn't believe he'd actually killed off Mr. G.  Rafael's complicity in his death (handing over the mask, for one) haunted me for days.(Sometimes I take roleplaying a bit too seriously.)  But I felt kinda like Luke in Star Wars when Obi-wan died.  "NO!"Whew.</blockquote>

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