“SANS! WHY HAVEN’T YOU CALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES?”
Sans was suddenly standing back in Snowdin. It was as if his death, and the death of everyone around him had not happened. 1,238 more words
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Every player, and more importantly, every PC, who is participating in an RPG is a member of a team. That team can be constructed to form an idealized “machine” if the players collaborate on their character designs, but more normally, things are looser.
Rising slowly from their camp outside the gates, the party are awoken by tradesmen arriving for the final day of the Festival. A party of workmen singing a jaunty tune as they traipsed north out of the gates, laiden with tools, made sure the sleep was definitely at an end. 1,915 more words
Our heroes wake in the security of the temple buildings.
The Monk, Ramas Zolis, sat upright meditating as the others stirred from slumber. Still bewildered and confused by the rapid shift in their lives, they each desired a chance to touch base with the familiar. 1,965 more words