Chapter 2. Grand Melee

The tournament culminated in the 'grand melee', a capture the flag style free for all open terrain. There were 2 parties of 11 players.

At our tavern we met several other competitors, including Lady Pris, Halfling paladin and Kell a ranger. However in addition to Liana, Dar and Arnie we teamed up with ‘the Magister’, and a thief type The Piper who seemed to know a lot of what was happening in town and the tournaments.

On the way to the grand Melee, it in a town square, we saw an attempted ambush, your writer pummelled one of them with his fists, Krudd and Thorvald drew weapons, the guards there weren’t happy about this as they drew first, apparently attacking layabouts with weapons is frowned upon. The sergeant indicated charges would be laid.

The aim of the grand melee was to capture 2 flags while holding our own and then taking the 3 flags to an exit. Your correspondent with Liana was volunteered for an initial attempt to snatch a flag from a likely location, our faithful druid Deadwood filled the area with impassable vegetation and we flew to a gully where there was a flag in the process of being claimed by a team of wizards... more fireballs™! We were able to snatch the flag and fly back, however again– more fireballs™, your correspondent fell in health and was ruled out... however we got the flag.

Nearby in another gully was a third flag claimed by a team of clerics, we were able to disrupt them and also take their flag, meanwhile a team as assassins was taking down the mages – by taking down they were killing them rather than just disabling them. By now we were down 3 players and the remaining made a dash for the exit and victory!

Back to The Shieldwall Expedition.


Stupid things we've overheard...

In my present mood I could cast 'Speak with Dead' and talk to myself.

Random Quote

Stan : "Why would God let Kenny die, Chef? Why? Kenny's my friend. Why can't God take someone else's friend?"

Chef : "Stan, sometimes God takes those closest to us, because it makes him feel better about himself. He is a very vengeful God, Stan. He's all pissed off about something we did thousands of years ago. He just can't get over it, so he doesn't care who he takes. Children, puppies, it don't matter to him, so long as it makes us sad. Do you understand?"

Stan : "But then, why does God give us anything to start with?"

Chef : "Well, look at it this way: if you want to make a baby cry, first you give it a lollipop. Then you take it away. If you never give it a lollipop to begin with, then you would have nothin' to cry about. That's like God, who gives us life and love and help just so that he can tear it all away and make us cry, so he can drink the sweet milk of our tears. You see, it's our tears, Stan, that give God his great power."

Stan : "I think I understand."