Hi, I‘m sorry! I was pretty busy at work today and forgot to post: since there wasn‘t anybody signed up for my table until this morning I planned on cancelling and now wouldn‘t be able to make it in time.
Hopefully you‘ll find space at another game. Happy to see you any other week though.
Per popular request, the LEGO depiction of our table’s ( @BufoBufo as DM, hope I got that username right ) tale of a mid-city sinkhole entry to a dungeon turning into three popular establishments after vacating the included Lich : The Watering Hole (restaurant), The Dive Bar and The Fighting Pit.
Pictured, left to right: library scrolls, a chandelier (not really in the adventure), a wall mural (somehow I understood stained glass), the fighting arena (including ghost audience + 4 players in the audience), the dungeon’s lighting system (center , above) powered by the Lich’s philactery (queen’s chess piece, not to scale) thrown into the magic generator (center left) that powers the previously mentioned lighting system.
The mummy lord thanks (you) the elven priest of Ninmah for helping him. How you as well as Sehanine Moonbow will feel about a Grave Cleric helping an Undead high priest of a Death god remains to be seen …
Telling the Sphinx about your hellish trauma stirred something about your hellish past. Also Ammit the Devourer has not forgotten that you have declined him.
Thank you all for joining me last night, it was a blast and looking forward to the next one already
Your Rewards: (optionally):
480 gold pieces each
+20 Downtime Days
One magical item from the list below:
Gauntlets of Ogre Power 1
Dragonhide Belt +1
Shield +1
Session epilogue:
The ring lies broken. The legends have fallen. The lights blaze down upon you as the crowd—half in awe, half in disgust—erupts into chaos.
You are no longer prospects. You are no longer challengers. You are the faction that runs the place. The night ends with your hands raised high, the final image burned into history: the greatest heel stable of all time, standing tall over legends.
But outside the spotlight, storm clouds gather. Fans who once roared with passion now groan with exhaustion. Tickets rise. Merch costs more than gold. The shows feel longer, louder… hollower. Whispers spread that the WWF has sold its soul to profit, and the people demand something new.
As the belt grows heavier on your shoulders, one truth becomes clear: the future of pro wrestling—and of this world—cannot survive on the same old show forever. Somewhere beyond the arena walls, a new wave is rising.
How will the greatest heels in wrestling history respond when the audience turns against them?