GM's custom city and favoured place to set adventures, looking for a clue to a blight slowly seeping from the city.
Low level party, and the GM's been heaping up the atmospherics. Smell of a city's worth of farts, dire rats galore, etc etc.
Note the mention of farts... the mage didnt.
Cleric dies to the blighted monsters living here, some kind of undead and i forget. "I'm not going to let <Bob> turn into one of those filthy unliving things....He worships Sarenrae, he'd welcome a viking funeral" Scorching ray! <stunned silence>
....... "you are serious?" "Yep"
"Well congratulations. You just produced the biggest TPK in history. You just ignited a huge cloud of methane gas. The fireball not only killed all of you, you also destroyed half the city and inhabitants.... I have no idea how to proceed from here. Go home. Roll new characters."
Next week, when I join the party, it's 50 years later and we are investigating not just the worldwide blight, but what manner of evil destroyed half the city...... |
