While it’s fun to think that raging barbarians freshly escaped from a Capital One commercial dashed down the streets of Jacksonville, Florida, and crashed through the game store windows of Sanctuary Games & Books and burned it to the ground (save yourselves!), alas its inventory has been sold to War Dogs and the shop itself has closed it’s doors. Emi the Owner (which is fun to say for some odd reason) has voluntarily taken a position as a humble clerk and has been freed of the responsibility to keep the Santuary walls standing.

The real questions are A) where we gonna play our next game, and B) is there going to be a GrailQuest this year (or any other ever again?) Stay tuned for all these answers and to see what the War Dogs will do with their sacked loot.

So we reached the conclusion of the first adventure of our grand campaign, and the body count was a bit more staggering than anticipated. With a clever ruse to maneuver everyone below deck on a ship, a relatively medium-rank Sorcerer got the drop on the player characters, able to reveal her presence as the Vastan reached the deck. One windburst and a caved in chest later, the Vastan’s body was discovered a moment later by the over sized Merdaran, who then proceeded to throw things at the Sorcerer. A flamestrike ignited the poor fool and sent him overboard in a firey death. Only the pitiful mystic remained, and after feebly invoking a windburst of his own and tearing it asunder, the Sorcerer felt overconfident enough to allow the would-be mystic a free shot. Certain that, all alone, there was no chance of one lowly untrained mystic actually being a threat, the Sorcerer unleashed a final killing spell… and botched it. Seizing the opportunity, the lowly mystic closed quarters and unleashed a windburst at point-blank range. Looking his adversary straight in the eye a moment before she was stunned and blown back overboard, it was the lowly mystic than survived his companions… too bad he doesn’t know the first thing about sailing the ship he’s still underway on.