OK, so as an aside from my usual story, I have decided to report this week’s session of role-playing. I am currently in three games: GURPS (The Generic Universal Role-Playing System), a very fun system indeed; Dark Heresy, the Warhammer 40K RPG; and Pokéthulhu, a combination of, yes, Pokémon and Cthulhu. This post will focus on GURPS.
I have been playing GURPS with my current group for a few years now, and my current GM is the one who taught the system to us all. As I am temporarily on the far side of the continent from them, I am gaming via Skype, so all the fun things that go wrong with computers and the internet apply. I would discuss GURPS briefly for those who are not familiar with the system, but any ‘brief’ description would max out my character count tenfold.
We are currently in a “Dungeon Fantasy” (DF) campaign based off of some series of books or another that my GM has read recently. Something about an army or two and some giant robo-spiders. Our party includes thus far: A Halfling Thief/Scout who steals socks as a hobby; a Minotaur Holy-Warrior; a Dragonfolk Druid with a Shoulder-Dragon Familiar; and me. Unfortunately, my Nymph Bard got turned down by the GM; something about breaking the game, becoming worshiped by everyone to see me, etc… So I was forced to play my secondary character, a Leprechaun Bardbarian; that’s right, a Barbarian/Bard. For anyone who has not read the “Wee Free Men”: Do so. Being a Barbarian, my character has colossal strength, especially given that he stands just over a foot high. He also has an ability known as “Ridiculous Luck,” a handful of magical “charms,” and a set of minuscule bagpipes. In combat, as he is not high enough to strike anything vital, he is forced to get creative. Can you guess how high the penalties for fighting with only one foot are? The answer is fairly to pretty-darn high. Those goblins should have seen it coming, surrounding me like that.
Anyway, the Escapade of the Week is probably the big fight we got into with the Metal Spider. It was as big as a very big man, made of metal, and packed a wallop. Not that I’d know, having not been hit the entire fight :n) Well, to start off, we got ambushed by this thing. It leaped out of the bushes and tore into our Big Folks: The minotaur and the druid. I happened to be riding on the halfling’s shoulder (heh, long story behind that), and when the thing approached us I cast my Jumping Charm and leaped onto its back. After dodging numerous blows from its legs (Which were rather more flexible than I had imagined [oh, and dodging the Hobbit’s arrows as well… poor aim much?]), I managed to cripple a number of said appendages, earning the ire of the beast. Well, moreso than before at any rate. It decided to get rid of me. It climbed a tree. So there I am, hanging by one hand, flailing at it with my claymore in the other hand, and I still manage to strike a crippling blow to its mechanical abdomen. At this point, it fell onto the minotaur who, enraged, threw the contraption, with me clinging madly onto its back, several yards away.
To anyone who can capture all of that on film in a rather cinematic manner, you will have my undying gratitude and respect.