Owlbear Surprise

Obviously there hasn’t been a lot of recent activity here at Goblin Soup.

I just haven’t had the blogging urge.

The games do continue. We’ve managed two meetings of our new D&D campaign, as well as that fill-in game of Zombie Cinema a couple weeks back.

I’d like to write about those D&D games, about how old and new characters have come together and decided to overthrow a peaceful kingdom terrorized by ruthless mercenaries; about battles with ogres and amphibious things hiding in caves; about a vexing frog-king who held up in a bunker made from a dragon’s skull …

… but there was one particular event that has dominated the campaign to the exclusion of all else, to the point that it blots out and makes pointless any attempt to write about the campaign as a whole.

It was the Owlbears.

It was in the woods. It was a freaking random encounter! Sure, there were two Owlbears, and the guys got a little panicked, but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle. Crap, people, there are so many guardrails around character death in 4th edition that there’s truly very little competent players can’t handle within five levels of their own party.

Those Owlbears still freaked them, though, and for reasons that remain clear only to the Ulm … Ulm’s half-orc, Mungo, rolling himself in Owlbear stank in an attempt to distract one of the Owlbears.

He got what he wanted, all right, barnyard style.

It was horrible.

MUCH more horrible than this:

owlbear porn at goblin soup!

It might have ended the campaign, frankly.

But still we play. Even if the details are fuzzy. And that’s what counts.