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 city of Nausopol is built on stilts. Lots of very sturdy stilts and butresses, of course, because it rises about five hundred feet from the ocean. Even the most terrific of storms is only heard in the city as a distant cacophony of blasts as waves strike the solid stonework fathoms below. It has never been attacked because of its isolation and impregnability.
It's not a place for the faint-hearted: vertigo and sea-sickness are not desirable traits. But when you are standing in the middle of the city there is no way you could tell that you were standing above an ocean, separated only by a gulf of air and a few stones.
A thousand steps lead down from Nausopol to the floating docks. These docks are pitch-coated wooden and can be raised by winches during squalls. Trade with other cities and countries is good: Nausopol is built over a sunken atoll whose minerals are still mined by divers, and it was from this that it originally derived its wealth.
But the principal method of getting to and from the city is by riding the giant sea-eagles which have been captured and bred for that very reason.