CRTF's first resident goofball animal mascot.
A burned out cop with very little to live for finds that you can't take the fight out of the dog. (NSFW language.)
And the walls came tumbling down...
Letting one of my players encounter a Raccoon might have been a bad idea... (now with PC summaries written by their respective players.... if everyone does it)
Get ready, a great deal happened.
Interrogating the suspects doesn't go as planned.
One dead, one escaped, four captured. After a late-night car chase and shootout, Team A of the CRTF are probably prepared for the interrogation. That's not to say they'll be prepared for what they might learn...
My commentary and thoughts on the session we played tonight.
My commentary and thoughts on the campaign I started tonight.
They're way over their heads...
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.