Most of the bandits defeated in the area (or so they thought), our adventurers sat down around a campfire and began thinking about further matters.
The end of this convent was that they would attack the BBEG in the northern mountains and deal with him/her/it forever.
The room was too dark and most of my homemade equipment is shown below on the photos. We played two WW2 games and a quick course of SDS (Sharpe's got beaten after shooting 4 Frenchmen, nothing to be seen) but then I dropped the camera and the memory card fell out, so no pictures to be found. Shame. The use of the camera flash, on the other hand, gives these photos a good old-fashioned look.
Arriving at the lair, a pack of cultists was beaten easily, the boss not so much. Sadly, in the moments of action, I missed the photos of the
big bird. Because, well, he was the mastermind of all this robbing and thieving and murder. As I said there.
A level 6 Magic user has a lot of tricks, especially when he can fly too. The Boss Bird knocked the melee fighters back, exchanged bolts of magical energy with the party's mage, Disoriented the Paladin, then wounded two party members in one turn... Then he took a fatal hit and fell. A short but sweaty fight.
However, a magic automatism, as soon as the Boss Bird died, blew the horns up the mountains and a large group of cultists, bandits and dentists launched their final attack on the Valley.
Here's a welcome to Mike Reynolds a.k.a. The Dark Templar, many awesome things going on his blog.
70 followers, another nice number, and so close to 20,000 hits too, sometimes I believe I achieved things.