Well no we were not in a dungeon, orc or any kind, but rather our party had gone to Hell. I dont remember the rationale that got us there, but we were either getting something, rescuing someone, looking for someone, but it was the usual fair.
I as you well know was playing Finneas, the magiker sneakthief extraordinaire, and Darin was playing his meat-packing barbarian Rhodann. Ajaxx the Cleanser was also with us as the rather low wisdom half-orc priest, and I believe Tuborg the Golden was also there taking up the main magicker role. There were two others, but there names are lost to time.
Anywho, we started out in trouble as Mike, yes the GM, was putting the screws to us. We fought a Pit Fiend on an air-ship, that killed some of our party. It regenerated via the spell and we were forced to fight it again. Mike had him equipped with a pointy sword of the severing nature, and Rhodann lost a leg before we brought down the beast.
We attempted to "fix the leg" issue, but since we were in the abyss some spells did not work as normally stated. Anywho, most of the adventure Rhodann was walking on a chicken leg. Yes you heard correctly, a meat-packing, chicked-legged, barbarian.
There is an ancient tome Mike used ... could have been Judges Guild, or maybe even something else from long ago when the earth was flat.
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