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Players wanted

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Once again Penundra is looking for players. We are a group of grognards playing on Roll 20 every two weeks on Saturday nights at 7:00 Central (GMT-6)

Penundra is a light fantasy campaign featuring oddball NPCs, dungeon crawls and the occasional feats of dawing doo. GM has over 40 years of experience.

Things do get a bit bawdy at times, because none of us have good filters. You've been warned. Our group motto is "And we wonder why we can't keep [insert group here] players."

If interested please drop me a line and I'll fill you in on the details. We are starting a new set of adventures tomorrow night.
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Mark me interested and want to know more.
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The party awoke to find themselves sans clothing or anything else in a clearing in the forest. It was then that the party realized they had somehow gotten dosed with some kind of hallucinogenic mushroom spore which was the only explanation for the strange adventures they had gone on in the realm of Monte Pithon.

A low gravelly voice shouted from the north "Wheeewee! Ah smells humans, and them's good eatin'"

A mad scramble for clothes, armor and equipment soon followed.

As they were getting dressed, a loud rumble could be heard from the south west, accompanied by music that sounded like a combination of a banjo, bagpipe, accordian, and some kind of horn.

A second mad scramble began, this time for the nearest tree. The taller members of the party helped the smaller members, as the gnomes and dwarves had trouble climbing.

A crash sounded as two huge ogres emerged from the path to the north. They were dressed in odd looking tunics which were cut to provide two straps over the shoulders while leaving the chest bare.

Ogres are never handsome, but these two were ugly even by ogre standards. The bigger one, whose name was Dorglrf was totally bald, with the exception of a topknot which was tied back with what looked like a leather thong. As he grinned at his companion, the party could see he had no teeth other than two massive fangs which sprouted from his lower jaw like pillars of greenish yellow ivory.

The smaller one, who was named Prlik, was no more handsome. His face was covered by a greasy beard, which held bits and pieces of what must have been his most recent meal. He also was bald, though his head bore a strange tatoo of a bird of prey.

Both carried large bags and huge clubs over their shoulders. Their bare feet with nails like talons, stomped along the path, raising dust with every step.

"Ah can smell 'um. But Ah don't seeum!", said Prlik, looking puzzled.

"Mebbe they're up in da trees?", replied Dorglrf. "Let's give the trees a whack and see what falls out."

They would have done so, but their discussion was interrupted by the arrival of a cart. It was no ordinary cart, as it was pulled by a huge ox, easily 10 feet tall at the shoulder. The cart was no less enormous, with wheels which were the height of a tall man across. The cart itself was 10' across and roughly 20 feel long. Two dwarves sat on a bench at the front of the cart, one holding the reins, the other holding the source of the music that had been heard earlier.

It looked like a large bag connected to a bellows, there were pipes sticking out of one end, with strings strung between them. The bell of a large horn stuck out the other. The playing of the instrument was a sight to behold. The dwarf playing the GlonkenGorfen, for that was the name of the instrument, would pump the bellows with one foot, keep time with the other foot, key the horn which stuck out the bottom of the thing with one hand, while simultaneously plucking the strings the other. (to be continued)
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