We didn't have enough people to play D&D, so we tried out this boardgame touted as "DMless D&D". Well, the DM was actually an app on a laptop, telling us how to place new tiles on the map, along with interaction tokens and enemies. It also told us how the enemies fight.
We assumed the roles of Aragorn, Bilbo, Gimli and Legolas and dove in.
In an RPG that is somehow even cuter than the One Ring hobbit adventure, we quickly rolled up mouse characters hanging out in a tavern, drinking mushroom wine. We were approached by junkie mouse-Gandalf who needed special black sunflower seeds from an abandoned giant's settlement.
I rolled the most WIL and decided to try and talk to everybody. This despite me being a black mouse with glowing green eyes and 1 HP.
It's the season! We are primarily here for this picture, and its breakdown just below. More report on the state of the hobby after that, along with goals and new year's pledges.
More monsters that I primed by airbrush and decided to paint.
A random commission that started out as a joke. However, I got really into it and decided to base the color schemes on real mushrooms. The minis are mostly Bones with some metal, all primed white.
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Picking up from last session[1], our intrepid participants found themselves having acquired large amounts of currency and a singular quest: retrieve Excalibur from the Vikings. First of all, they healed themselves back up, earning the displeasure of the citizens of Hounslow due to all the touching involved.[2] The participants were swiftly expelled, and they did start on their journey northwards.
Their first stop, at a small hamlet, led into every shop available to spend their currencies and acquire accoutrements instead. At the tavern, Bark helped three bare chested Germanic gentlemen in lederhosen decide whose bratwurst is tastiest.[3] Afterwards, the participants could trade currencies, needing Whizzo Butter to buy a lucky rabbit's foot. Another village woman selling a sturdy looking ladder needed her husband located. Once again, Bark smelled out his trail - to the tavern and back - and located the fellow, well and truly dead, in the basement atop some plague dead bodies. This new form of currency was liberated and tied atop their draft horse, and also they took the guy back upstairs pretending he was dead drunk instead of just dead, long enough to buy their ladder and split.
In our most ridiculous iteration of this not a game yet, we assembled a team of: Saint Stephen, king of Hungary; Phat Dandelion, the bard; and Bark Howlbert, a catholic cleric, who is secretly a werewolf. Completely new characters because, ah, I forgot the sheets at home.
