...and I'm going to fucking give it to them. (Note: This submission is largely so I don't forget the details of this plan once I'm less pissed off.)
I can explain! Really! (Note: This is for my Demon Hunting Campaign set in 1640's Ireland, so here be campaign specific dragons.)
My take on Dracula for my 1640's Demon Hunting Game
Bishop O'hara is having a rough time after his recent trip to hell... (Violent Content, discretion advised)
The Agents are being sent to Mexico to stop a large shipment of drugs from breaching the US border.
A combination planning/game summary submission with some details about what I'm planning for the next one as well.
A journalist is preparing a story on Agency 17. Predictably, the Agency would like it if the story died...
The players are sent on their first mission for Agency 17: Stealing Sarin from a right-wing militia group in rural Texas
Messes cleaned, maintenance conducted, problems fixed.
A final update on what happened to Kingmakers.
What kind of man orders the death of the King?
Important NPCs within Machias.
Extremely terse summary- I've had my hands full as of late, and I apologize for the lack of explanation.
Combat heavy sessions make for short summaries
A charming but withdrawn noble who goes out and kills people in the name of The Locust at night.
Sadly, the first night my Antagonistic Player is around to play, inter-player drama throws things off causing a slog of a session where almost nothing got accomplished.
A thankfully rare mineral that burn's one skin as if the Devil himself had spit on you
Woo boy. Where to even begin?
Multi-session summary a-go-go.
The journey had been a long one and now they had entered the mountains. After an entire day spent on paths cut into the mountainside and through moss covered coniferous woods, they encounter a desperate young mountain tribal. He is searching for his beloved wife and his elder brother, both of whom he got separated from after an unsuccessful attempt to kill a cave bear. The last thing he saw was the cave bear in full pursuit of his wife. He could not help her as he had been knocked to the ground by the raging beast, and was struggling to regain full consciousness. The tribal will be clearly nervous and urges them to look for his wife during their travels. He will stay in his village a couple of miles to the north and pleads for assistance should they recover his wife, whether she be dead or alive.
On the next day of travel, they will journey upon a dim track in the forest and while they are preparing to ascend another path cut into the mountainside, they hear moans of lust from somewhere nearby. Upon closer inspection they will spy a young tribal woman in the heat of the act with an elder tribal male. They are consummating their forbidden love on the cold mountain moss, and beside them lay the skinned and slaughtered carcass of a huge bear.