Ah, the memories ...
Scenario LR2: The Mines of Moria (Levels 6 to 8)
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Dungeon Master (DM): OK, the Orcs are all dead.
All Players: We bind our wounds.
Boromir: I’m searching the Orcs’ bodies.
DM: *rolls dice* You don’t find anything of value.
Legolas: I’m searching for secret doors.
DM: *rolls dice* You find one in the centre of the north wall.
Aragorn: *marks up map* I scrape the door with my sword, just in case there are any Ear Seekers, and listen at it.
DM: *rolls dice* You don’t hear anything.
Aragorn: Boromir, you open it.
Boromir: Hang on a minute, why me?
Aragorn: *rolls eyes* OK then, I’ll open it.
DM: It’s locked.
Merry: I’ll use my Thieves Tools to pick the lock.
DM: *rolls dice* You pick the lock.
Aragorn: OK, I’ll open it.
DM: *rolls dice* You see a long dark passage stretching out ahead of you.
Aragorn: *marks up map*
Gimli: I’ll try to detect traps.
DM: It’s too dark.
Gimli: I have 30 foot infravision.
DM: *rolls dice* You can’t see any traps in the first 30 feet. The passage continues beyond that.
Gandalf: I’ll cast a Light spell on the end of my Staff.
DM: You only just cast it. You need to sleep before you can cast it again.
Aragorn: OK, we, we’ll all rest while Gandalf sleeps.
Boromir: *rolls eyes*
DM: *rolls dice* First hour – no wandering monsters. *rolls dice* Second hour – no wandering monsters. *rolls dice* Third hour – ah, you hear guttural voices and metallic sounds coming from behind the door to the south.
Aragorn: I draw my sword and stand ready.
Boromir: I draw my sword and ready my shield.
Gimli: I ready my Axe and jump onto the tomb.
DM: *rolls eyes*
Legolas: I’m knocking an arrow in my bow.
Frodo: I draw Sting.
DM: It’s glowing blue.
Legolas: Orcs!
All except Legolas: *roll eyes*
Sam: I draw my frying-pan and stand ready.
Merry: I’ll try to hide in the shadows.
DM: *rolls dice* You succeed.
Pippin: Me too.
DM: *rolls dice* You fail.
All except Pippin: *roll eyes*
DM: OK, before you can do anything else, the door opens and a band of 15 Orcs bursts into the hall.
*Some time later*
DM: OK, the Orcs are all dead.
All: We bind our wounds.
Boromir: I’m searching the Orcs’ bodies.
DM: *rolls dice* You don’t find anything of value.
Etc etc
Last edited by The Saucepan Man; 01-24-2007 at 08:11 AM.
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