Sword loser, taking a fence

A swashbuckling report inspired by the array of fencing paraphernalia we found last night ...

On an evening like this with the moon sitting majestically in the sky as it was, magic can happen.

“Emmaus, Emmaus!!!” was the chant as our adventurers gathered, as if channeling the energy of the almighty Calippo to look over us on our journey into the summer heat. We welcomed new and old and set off on the short gallop to fulfil our destiny.

Xanne, our Dungeon Master told us of our quest, the treasure that awaited us and the dangers we may face. “How about this?” was a cry so often heard this evening. But we needed to focus, there be dragons in these parts and they like to hoard. We must keep ahead of them. Luckily we had our two guards out front to protect us.

After what seemed like no time we had revealed the Boots of Squishyness, many Gauntlets of Ooh! and a lot of memories were unearthed and made. We were done. All that was left was to make our way into the night and tell tales of our deeds over a drink. Until next time.

D.I.S.M.I.S.S.