Last night, the Friday gaming group met up for its regular, weekly roleplaying game session. DavidM continued on with his Sixcess Core fantasy game, and it was a lot of fun. You can read the report on the second session by following the link.
The players and DavidM showed up at my place around 7:10 pm, and after we chatted for a bit while everyone was getting set up for the evening, DavidM called us to order, and the evening's gaming session began.
Herna of Morspell (Kathy) - Swordswoman
Safira Markas (Angela) - Sorceress?
Adara Theniss (Ellie) - Thief
Barak Thar (Mark) - Caravan guard
Haven Randar (JohnK) - Forester
I woke up some three days later, to find myself lying on a make-shift bed, pain wracking my body, and my entire chest area bandaged up. "He's awake," a female voice said. I looked up to see a young girl of no more than six years watching me, even as a figure from the shadows moved forward and was revealed as Herna of Morspell. Accompanying her was a dark-haired man of indeterminate age wearing what I took to be a tunic with a healer's symbol on it. Herna introduced him as Javrikiss, and she told met that we were at one of the healing halls in Karakoram.
Javrikiss said I was lucky to be alive, and Herna told me what had happened. The forest troll had attacked me with the tree (I remembered that much!), and almost caved in my chest, breaking at least two of my ribs. The rest of the characters would have also perished, had not a Karakoram patrol chanced on the scene, and the two groups were able together to defeat and kill the creature. They had gotten me to Karakoram as quickly as possible after that, and Barak Thar knew of this particular healer.
I tried to get up, but the body just wasn't able, and coming to sit by my side, Herna told me that I'd be all right, but I'd just need to rest and recover. In answer to my question, she said that my belongs were all accounted for, in the large chest that lay against the nearby wall. Except for my bow... She told me that it had been broken in two by the massive fall I'd taken striking the tree after the troll had hit me. I lamented the destruction of my bow, which had been with me for a good 20 years, but she said, "What is a bow, compared to the life of a...friend?". She gave me a knowing look, but I fell back against the bed, and was sad. I slept again.
[Suffice it to say, my character, Haven Randar, was seriously injured, but didn't die after the fight with the forest troll. For the rest of the game session, I got to play a character named Chell Franden, a city courier and something of a scout, in a little adventure that took the characters into the underbelly of Karakoram. Several days went by, and at the end of that time, my character appears to have been healed enough to get out and about.]
Overall, I had an enjoyable night of gaming, and felt that DavidM did justice to the game. He ran a variant of an Atlantis: The Second Age scenario that I had run back when (based on his own notes, and the fertile creativity he seems to have), and though I didn't get to play my own character, Haven, he had Chell Franden ready to go for me to play (since he expected Haven's injuries to keep him out of the action on Friday night). So I'm looking forward to the next session of David's game, to say the least.