Um...yeah. There was a Troll in the mod this weekend. And you know what is good for Trolls? FIRE! And that just happens to be my forte` in this crazy, time-tripping, magic-wielding world of role-playing games I find myself in this year. Yup, it happened again- I am a rpg-junkie folks. We played two- count them, two! Pathfinder Modules on Saturday, which was a blast-O-fun, a real drama-O-Rama, thanks to our GM (thanks! ) and our table-full of brave, noble, inspired, helpful, and devious players. However, Ahem. Never go anywhere without a wand of healing. I'm just sayin.
Sunday we played another two mods of some 4e variant, which turned into a fun day of spicy food (Doritos are my downfall!), beautiful drives into the back country, scary drives in the dark out of said back country (ahem. it was a character-building experience.), kitters stories- isn't it funny how we all just adore our pets? And will tell the silliest stories of our babies if given even half a chance? And lots of fun, laughing, learning and maybe even a little pouting. And I'm not talking about the girls at the table. ahem. There might even have been a few spine-tingling tales of horror in there at the end...rats? In the trees? At the end of the driveway that I then have to drive down in the dark . . .