This week was Balazar, Al's Glorantha campaign, and I felt much more in the swing of things. Last game was our first in two months, and I was um, reacting more in D&D mode. "What can I kill, and and what can kill me?". When we are actually subsistence hunters, so our primary question is "What can I eat, and what can I run away from?" Ken called me on it, and I was a little embarrassed! But I felt more in tune this game.
It was not our finest hour, however, as we were ambushed by another set of hunters and then I badly blew the escape plan. "The hunters are distracted by a broo! Befuddle our guard and run to grab the twins!" And I roll a 4. "Okay, run to grab the twins and *then* befuddle the guard." And I roll a 2. And get a spear through my abdomen. Ow.
But Al was merciful and the reinforcements arrived before I got coup de graced. And we now have more mysteries to mull; just what ritual were the hunters trying to perform using us?