June 29, 2013 · 5:00 PM
Kevin Paradine's House
You awoke wearing unbreakable metal masks...
Gehirn is behind you...but no way out lends itself to you. Encased in torture implements, you struggle out of a torture room into twisted passages. None seem to lead in the direction of the Executioner and his roving eye. Shall the mage teleport to your evil, craven captor? Shall you dig toward him with your helmets? Will the other members of the party other than Celestria and Otus discover quests of their own? What IS the gear you have found, and what of that poem?
Join us on Saturday the 29th of June and find the answer.
We will wait 30 minutes for stragglers, no more.