Last night, the Gatherers ventured forth into the Tomb of Yawgmoth once again. It was filled with some mirth on my part and serious surprises. Frolicking kuo-toa, a chest-bursting xenomorph, the demise of Wrax the XXIII and golden feces were all hallmarks of the evening.
I truly hope my players are enjoying the game as much as I am.
I'll begin the rundown soon.
I wanted to extend a big thank you to Rob, John, Matt W., Matthew C., Mick, and Freddie for a great evening. Hopefully we haven't seen the last of Chris and he'll return soon.
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I enjoyed it!
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