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It knows what it did.

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2nd of Octember, 7:30 am, year 687

After a good rest to recover our strength, we turn our attention back to the statues lining room, half now dealt with. We waste no time approaching the next of the statues with the plaque the reads, “Shakak.”

Lantash, perhaps too lacking in brains to feel fear, is the first to advance. This statue, as the others before it, asks, “Whom do you serve?”

Lantash tells the statue that he serves the sword and attempts to offer up a spare short sword that he’s had on him for a while. I, for one, am impressed by his effort but not by his choice of offering. The statue, too, feels disappointed at the quality of the sword, especially considering the high-quality swords in our party.

Shakak’s anger seems to activate the statue, quite like the ones before. It starts with a flash from the large pearl on his head which sends out a beam of light that ends up blinding Tavi and Dresha. The statue quivers. For a moment, it seems that it will step down from the altar like some of the others have. It defies my expectation as it explodes into shards of icicles, all headed toward the party. Lantash and I are the only ones able to escape any damage, thanks in large part to his quickness and my small size. The rest of the party members come through alive but not without injuries.

Seizing the opportunity, I go to where the statue’s pearled crown fell after it burst and pick up the object. The others don’t take chances with Shakak, which has begun to rebuild itself from the knees up. Geyn attacks one of the feet and Kylar the other, destroying the two stumps and leaving only the feet. The statue stops regenerating and it seems that the battle is over.

In our haste, we advance to the next statue, a visage of flame with the plaque reading “Kakatal the Fire Lord.” However, already spent from the battle with Shakak, we decide to take a rest. After barring the door to ensure we are not attack from the outside, we decide on a watch schedule and take to rest.

3rd of Octember, 7:30 am, Year 687

The next morning, our newest member, Thesh, tells us of the strange happenings with Lantash’s sword the night before – a tale that would sound outlandish if not for everything we’ve experienced so far. It doesn’t surprise me in the least to know that Geyn fell asleep during his portion of the watch, but the sword’s interest in Kylar is definitely cause for concern.

Unable to act upon that at the present moment, we proceed to Kakatal’s statue. Lantash volunteers to represent us once more when the statue asks its question. This time, he claims to serve the fires of bloodlust and war and offers the statue a fire stone. However, he refuses to enter the fire lord’s service. Another avatar angered, another battle.

This avatar quickly becomes one of our most difficult battles yet as Tavi, Dresha, and Thesh are pulled in by fire tendrils. Kylar attempts to fire at Kakatal’s core while the rest of us fight tooth and nail to free our allies from the tendrils. We’re able to free Thesh and Tavi, but Kakatal retains its hold on Dresha, who is slowly being pulled toward the fire lord.

Just when I think it can’t get any worse, the fire lord breathes and arc of fire toward us which none of us, save Dresha, are able to avoid. Kakatal injures our party severely, putting Thesh only inches away from death and quite nearly the rest of us as well. It becomes clear that we need to take it down as soon as we can.

After pressing our attack against Kakatal, we defeat the monster. Tavi immediately sets to reviving Thesh while the rest of the party drinks from Kakatal’s fountain to heal our wounds. We then set to rest once more, in greater need of recovering our strength than ever.

4th of Octember, 7:30 am, year 687

The night passes without event and we find ourselves approaching the statue of Kiputytto, goddess of sickness, mother of plague, the next morning. None of us looks forward to another battle, especially after our bout with Kakatal the previous day. Another fight like that one and there’s a good chance that any one of us might die. We agree to make all attempts to appease Kiputytto before preparing for battle.

Kipputytto is the first avatar to not press us about our allegiance. She offers us the chance to leave peacefully as well as a gift in exchange for praying to her every day and spreading her word.

I struggle with the decision a little myself but ultimately decide that I’ll lie to survive this place if I have to. Tavi struggles with the decision the most and refuses the goddess’ terms.

Kiputytto steps off her platform and I prepare for battle, expecting a similar course as with the other avatars. However, Kiputytto appears to be on a different level from the others. She steps forward and swings her weapon at the party. The other members evade the attack, but Tavi and I are not so lucky. We’re struck back from the force of the blow, but more than the pain is the feeling of sickness eating away at me. We have been given whatever plague Kiputytto embodies.

Kiputytto offers us a mercy then, a second chance which we have no choice but to take – one more swing and she could easily kill us all with her sickness. We readily take Kiputytto’s offer – whether lying or telling the truth, each of us agrees to her conditions.

Tavi wastes no time in praying to Thoth to cure us. Her prayers are answered, but only for her as the sickness seems to be lifted. I remain cursed with the sickness without any clear way to cure it.

The rest of the party advances toward the avatar Camazotz, the better to escape this room before things go from bad to worse.

Geyn attempts to appease Camazotz with some foolish string of words that slips out of his mouth. As stupid as he can be, he refuses the avatar’s offer to let the party in leave in peace in exchange for offering up one of us.

Camazotz is angered by this, and, instead of the statue coming to life or conjuring a creature to fight us, a countless number of bats falls from the statue’s body and begins to attack the party.

Fighting the bats is like trying to kill ants in an anthill with a quill. The party picks away at the bats practically one by one. During the battle, the green and red bats, which sat atop the statue motionless, retreat into the eyes of the statue. For a moment, it seems as if the statue might do something, but nothing happens, and the party eventually picks off every last bat in the air.

No danger is too great to neglect collecting the spoils – not even whatever sickness I’ve contracted – and the party splits up the treasure we’ve obtained from fighting the avatars. After that, we rest once more, all the while hoping that we’ll have the strength moving forward to get us all out of here alive.

4th of Octember, 10:30am, year 687

#i bet you somewhere in there i fucked up the tense #i also bet you that i don't give a fuck #chronicle #dramaticalnoizez #mura is so fucked guys you don't even know #none of us are able to cure her fucking plague #but maybe someone will hit the cleric level to cure her?#i don't even know if anyone reads this

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My friends and I watched the Tabletop episode(s) of Betrayal at House on the Hill and were super excited to add it to our rotation for game night. However, when we looked online, the only thing we could find was a first edition game on EBay for several hundred dollars. We were disappointed, but we kept the faith.

A month later, my friend was wandering through our local game store and what could possibly be sitting on the shelf? Could it be a box of fun and adventure? Well, no, this is Betrayal we’re talking about. It’s a box of fun and angst and death. Which we were still totally psyched about.

On our first run-through, the traitor became the Rat King. It was three on one (and his toothy minions), and when the Haunt began, two of us were already almost dead from lack of sanity, standing right in front of the Pentagram Chamber (where the traitor was trying to get to) in a dark and impossible corner of the basement, while our healthy tank was three full turns away from getting to us. The only good thing was that we were in the Wine Cellar, so we decided our characters would shotgun a few ancient bottles of merlot to calm their nerves, and then die face-down in the wine puddles on the floor. Needless to say, the two of us went down in an unholy battle of blood and rat bits, with our hero arriving approximately ten seconds after we died to kill the traitor - the sole survivor of a horrifying massacre that will haunt him for the rest of his days! So basically, exactly like every horror movie you’ve ever seen.

I utterly loved this game, mainly because everyone is always losing. You never feel like someone is kicking ass or doing well, it’s just a question of who’s the least screwed at any moment. Gameplay is really straightforward and easy, and the game itself is incredibly entertaining. Not to mention the advantage of being able to replay it ten times and never get the same story twice.

Thanks so much to Wil Wheaton and the rest of the Tabletop crew for introducing us to this amazing game. The next picture we submit will be of one of us weeping on a pile of minion counters.

#dramaticalnoizez #tabletop #tabletop gaming #betrayal at house on the hill

So you're going to FLAIL at the bats???

DM, mocking our dungeon party whilst they are doing exactly what they are supposed to be doing

#dramaticalnoizez

A game of Ticket to Ride with a few of our friends! This was the first time playing for dramaticalsamurai (red) and me (blue). Needless to say, we got our butts kicked... (Yellow was our winner!)

(black - mandiblebones)

#dramaticalnoizez #tabletop #tabletop gaming #ticket to ride #i don't know if our other friends have tumblrs?