Excerpt from my Dreamwidth journal entry.
On Friday it was the last role playing session at Rob's parents' place in Sydenham Street. Perhaps in response to the need to rage against the dying of the light my rpg-ers really gave it a good send off.
My favourite part was when the Cool Cousins - young Alternate Victorian Magical London students from good families and well brought up, butter wouldn't melt, have nothing to do with intrinsic magic William and Susan come in and relate their experience of a vision to the rest of the party.
Dwarven shaman, Jory, has for the past couple of nights pushed himself to the brink with exhaustion, substance abuse and deep meditation to achieve the same thing. He intones with the deepest of righteous outrage
- bearing in mind that the Cool Cousins are well scrubbed, and fashionable, and one of them has the Collected advantage. The young shaman... is none of these things.
"*YOU* had a vision??!!!!!" Shock, disbelief, and outrage from our young shaman.
The session had a lot of good energy, and good decisions. There was the possibility that some of the party could have been very badly injured or even killed at one point, and amazingly it was the gung-ho ones (both players and their characters) who were most likely to have done something - unwise - who made the sensible decision to get reinforcements.
Sorry you couldn't be there, Steveg, we were thinking of you!
Ah well ... I have to read about it then. :)
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