Monday, June 06, 2005

Yes Sir.

Yes I went to Nottingham. Yes I had fun. Yes I even spent £25 on a hotel room despite the fact I live about 23 miles away (though it was about midnight on Saturday before the fun finished). No there wasn't any cross dressing wierdos, but there was much immaturity (beyond the normal civilised levels at times).

Yes the hotel was pretty disgusting. Yes it was better than my house. Yes I broke my diet and went out for dinner. Yes I paid £15 for a burger. No it wasn't worth it.

Actually it was pretty good fun. The first day was a battle mission, which I suitably tactically solved, followed by a suspiciously familiar ship mission. The second day was a bit more free-form, 50 adventurers raiding the enemy capital. It didn't really work, given that it descended into farce as my group of 4th level PCs rushed across town to take on some beholders only to remember we were 4th level and went back to the vaguely safe sewer adventure, only to face a lich. But I made 5th level, and I started at 3rd.

Oh and having flying boots is bad for your health.

3 comments:

Mare said...

So do hotel staff look at you funny when you pitch up on your own, unannounced, and demand a room?

Hang on a sec......






...were you alone? Is THAT why you wanted a hotel room and expensive nosh?

You sly dawg.

Stuart Kerrigan said...

Yeah, them high-class hookers have expensive tastes and marching powder itself ain't cheap, but who's complaining? ;)

Inspector Mare said...

Nice dodge of the question there Stu, like it......