State of the Lodge-December 2017
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WhiteMane
- Regional Venture-Coordinator
- Posts: 1962
- Joined: Thu Oct 10, 2013 8:18 am
- Name: O.J. Pinckert
- PFS Number: 808
- GM Stars: 5
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- GM Novas: 3
- Location: Colorado Springs
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- Been thanked: 69 times
State of the Lodge-December 2017
Pathfinders...
Starfinders...
It is my pleasure to announce that Chris Mabbut was recently promoted to the position of Venture-Captain for Denver and Northern Colorado! Chris has been a Venture-Lieutenant for 2 years now, and I am confident that he will do an incredible job as the new Venture-Captain for the region. Please join me in congratulating him on this well-deserved promotion!
Aside from that, all's quiet for now. With the holiday season fast approaching, the conventions have quieted down and settled in for a long Winters nap...
Do not fear, with the New Year, we have already started the wheels turning for two conventions in the early part of 2018! The first upcoming convention will be GalaxyFest 2018 taking place in Colorado Springs from February 9-11 2018. The next convention, a mere week later, will be taking place in Denver from February 15-18. As an incentive, we will have brand new multi-table events that haven't been played in Colorado being played at both venues! You don't want to miss it.
Since I have gotten you all are excited for the upcoming conventions, let me just leave with this little bit of merriment to get you through the rest of the year...
The Game Before Chritmas
by Law from https://www.facebook.com/dndmemes
Twas the game before Critmas
And all through the home,
Not a PC was rolling,
Not even the Gnome.
The party was resting
And so were the players,
While feasting on pizza
And nachos in layers.
The GM was hidden
Obscured by his screen,
While highlighting upcoming traps
in bright green.
They'd won a hard fight
And gave it their best,
But the battle was over,
The world was at rest.
The Drow were all snuggled up
Safe in their caves
With visions of Dwarves
Failing Fortitude saves.
No bandits did burgle,
No merchants were trading,
The Orcs all asleep
From a long day of raiding.
The temples were silent
No songs from their bells,
The Wizards had given up
Casting their spells.
When outside the game room
Came a booming reception,
That everyone heard
(If they made their perception.)
And who should be summoned
to the plane of the living?
Why, D&D Santa!
The Warlord of Giving!
With a loud cry for battle
He kicked in the door,
Our group caught flat-footed
From his initiative score.
He stood 10 feet tall
What a sight to be feared!
With an Ogre-like gut,
and a Dwarven-like beard.
His platemail was crimson
With runes green and gold,
A candy cane halberd
In fist did he hold.
In his off-hand he carried
A heavy brown bag
Weighed down by its contents
of Treasure and swag.
Our group went dead silent,
Our fear, it was stressful,
His intimidate check
Was quite clearly successful.
We dodged an explosion
Of minis and dice
As he lept on the board
and roared "Naughty or Nice?"
Lawful or Evil?
Greedy or Fair?
If it's all in character,
I really don't care.
You've solved many riddles
And slain many hoards,
Now turn in the XP,
It's time for Rewards!
With a deep hearty laugh,
And a stomp of his boot
He tipped over his bag
And dumped out all our loot!
For the Ranger:
A Longbow Composite +3
And a magical ring
That can summon a Tree
To the Bard he did hand
An enchanted War Drum,
And an ancient black bottle
of 90 proof Rum.
For the Wizard? New scrolls!
What a magical feast!
From a new Arcane Handbook,
yet to be released.
For the Rogue, two keen daggers,
One black and one white
That would keep him well hidden
As he snuck through the night.
For the Cleric, a symbol
Of the goddess of healing
To prevent all the damage
Our foes would be dealing.
And last but not least,
Our own Dungeon Master,
Neither Monster, Nor Fighter,
Nor Cleric, Nor Caster.
"For you, Mr. GM."
He said with a squeal
And he gave him new dice
Forged of real Stainless Steel.
"They're wicked and lucky,
Much more than you'd think,
And sure to roll 20's"
He said with a wink.
For they both knew the secret game
GM's all played
It matters not what they rolled,
Just the sound that they made.
With a cry to the heavens
He called out to the night
And a Dragon descended
To him from its flight.
He swung one leg over
And they took to the sky,
We all cheered and waved
As he shouted "Goodbye."
His entrance was sudden,
His exit abrupt,
We'd survived the encounter
And all leveled up.
You could hear him call out
From the dragon he'd tamed:
"Merry Critmas to all!
And to all a good game!"
Starfinders...
It is my pleasure to announce that Chris Mabbut was recently promoted to the position of Venture-Captain for Denver and Northern Colorado! Chris has been a Venture-Lieutenant for 2 years now, and I am confident that he will do an incredible job as the new Venture-Captain for the region. Please join me in congratulating him on this well-deserved promotion!
Aside from that, all's quiet for now. With the holiday season fast approaching, the conventions have quieted down and settled in for a long Winters nap...
Do not fear, with the New Year, we have already started the wheels turning for two conventions in the early part of 2018! The first upcoming convention will be GalaxyFest 2018 taking place in Colorado Springs from February 9-11 2018. The next convention, a mere week later, will be taking place in Denver from February 15-18. As an incentive, we will have brand new multi-table events that haven't been played in Colorado being played at both venues! You don't want to miss it.
Since I have gotten you all are excited for the upcoming conventions, let me just leave with this little bit of merriment to get you through the rest of the year...
The Game Before Chritmas
by Law from https://www.facebook.com/dndmemes
Twas the game before Critmas
And all through the home,
Not a PC was rolling,
Not even the Gnome.
The party was resting
And so were the players,
While feasting on pizza
And nachos in layers.
The GM was hidden
Obscured by his screen,
While highlighting upcoming traps
in bright green.
They'd won a hard fight
And gave it their best,
But the battle was over,
The world was at rest.
The Drow were all snuggled up
Safe in their caves
With visions of Dwarves
Failing Fortitude saves.
No bandits did burgle,
No merchants were trading,
The Orcs all asleep
From a long day of raiding.
The temples were silent
No songs from their bells,
The Wizards had given up
Casting their spells.
When outside the game room
Came a booming reception,
That everyone heard
(If they made their perception.)
And who should be summoned
to the plane of the living?
Why, D&D Santa!
The Warlord of Giving!
With a loud cry for battle
He kicked in the door,
Our group caught flat-footed
From his initiative score.
He stood 10 feet tall
What a sight to be feared!
With an Ogre-like gut,
and a Dwarven-like beard.
His platemail was crimson
With runes green and gold,
A candy cane halberd
In fist did he hold.
In his off-hand he carried
A heavy brown bag
Weighed down by its contents
of Treasure and swag.
Our group went dead silent,
Our fear, it was stressful,
His intimidate check
Was quite clearly successful.
We dodged an explosion
Of minis and dice
As he lept on the board
and roared "Naughty or Nice?"
Lawful or Evil?
Greedy or Fair?
If it's all in character,
I really don't care.
You've solved many riddles
And slain many hoards,
Now turn in the XP,
It's time for Rewards!
With a deep hearty laugh,
And a stomp of his boot
He tipped over his bag
And dumped out all our loot!
For the Ranger:
A Longbow Composite +3
And a magical ring
That can summon a Tree
To the Bard he did hand
An enchanted War Drum,
And an ancient black bottle
of 90 proof Rum.
For the Wizard? New scrolls!
What a magical feast!
From a new Arcane Handbook,
yet to be released.
For the Rogue, two keen daggers,
One black and one white
That would keep him well hidden
As he snuck through the night.
For the Cleric, a symbol
Of the goddess of healing
To prevent all the damage
Our foes would be dealing.
And last but not least,
Our own Dungeon Master,
Neither Monster, Nor Fighter,
Nor Cleric, Nor Caster.
"For you, Mr. GM."
He said with a squeal
And he gave him new dice
Forged of real Stainless Steel.
"They're wicked and lucky,
Much more than you'd think,
And sure to roll 20's"
He said with a wink.
For they both knew the secret game
GM's all played
It matters not what they rolled,
Just the sound that they made.
With a cry to the heavens
He called out to the night
And a Dragon descended
To him from its flight.
He swung one leg over
And they took to the sky,
We all cheered and waved
As he shouted "Goodbye."
His entrance was sudden,
His exit abrupt,
We'd survived the encounter
And all leveled up.
You could hear him call out
From the dragon he'd tamed:
"Merry Critmas to all!
And to all a good game!"
Last edited by WhiteMane on Tue Dec 05, 2017 8:07 am, edited 1 time in total.
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