Real life has been systematically poisoning me in my sleep. Never enough to kill or debilitate me, but just enough to stop me straying too far from its embrace.
Which has struck a sickening blow to my gaming of late. The last bit of face to face gaming I did was in June when my 14 year old Nephew came down to visit. He plays a lot (a lot) of Skyrim, and bamboozles me with jargon:
I'm a high elf that's mostly magic
I have azure's star but I lost it, ring of hircine, mehrunes razor, dawn breaker, mace of molag bal wabbajack and the skull of corruption
I'm a vampire lord level 80
I have all dragon priest masks
I have no idea what about 65% of that means, but it tells me that he's ready for Pathfinder or D&D.
|My Dungeoneer character sheet|
|The final encounter in HeroQuest|
He loved it.
He played to type - A magic using Elf in all three games - and was basically a sneaky little bastard. He left my Barbarian to die in the HeroQuest dungeon, commanded a battalion of Goblins in Dungeoneer and let the Rogue take point in Pathfinder. I'll never trust him to have my back again in a game, ever.
|A Goblin lair from Dungeoneer|
Which has basically meant that I've not had much to talk about, gaming wise. It's all been a bit of a pipe dream.
Thankfully I've found a way around that, which is remote gaming over Google Hangouts. More on that in later posts.
|The Elf legs it, leaving the Barbarian to deal with the undead|