After phasing into a strange land much like the one I am from, the acolyte and I went overland via caravan. It appears it is run by heathen Gypsies. The acolyte, following my orders, accompanied me and several other adventurers to the ruins of Castle Nicodemus. It is my experience that such ruins contain many things of potential interest to the Holy Father and to the Inquisition, so I willingly went with my strange companions. It was hard to tell the nationalities of each, as they appeared vaguely like the pure strain of my lands, but not exactly the same. Nevertheless, I treated them with respect, as befits the conduct laid forth by the Rule of my order.
After creating an entrance into the ruins by pickaxe, we entered into the darkness. Of interest were some writings and embellishments in the ruins of the castle, which I had Nodger dutifully copy for later examination. I appropriated two tarnished candelabra for restoration and possible donation to a chapel, should I ever find or establish one bearing the name of Mother Church.
We encountered some bear-like humanoids that a few of my companions seemed to recognize. They conversed together in a foul tongue that is nothing like the beautiful language of the holy liturgy. I crossed myself several times, in case evil influences were about the place. The bear-creatures accompanied us, but since I did not understand what was happening, I dismissed my reservations for the time being and continued on with the party. They led us through passages to the lair of monsters known to me only in childhood folktales. I heard their name spoken: trolls! I knew them when I saw them, because they resembled pictures of such creatures in children's tales and bestiaries of fanciful beings.
One brave warrior and I set fire to the first troll with flaming flasks of oil I had readied for the occasion. The burning hulk stood at least ten feet tall. I must admit, I was extremely frightened, but praying for courage I continued to press the attack with my comrades. Humbly, I also report that I smashed the arm of the first beast and made several other strikes upon it with my holy mace, as my companions helped deal with it and the other devil-spawn. Eventually we vanquished the monsters after a fierce battle, in which one hired hand died. I tried to save him, pulling him from the savage blows of the first troll and pushing him back to the acolyte, but he was dead before we could render any other assistance. May God have mercy upon his soul. +
Acquiring a share of the treasure found in the lair, I have decided to donate it all, as is my custom, for the glory of the Church. As I am away from her protection and unable to give it into her safe-keeping, I have decided to give alms and food to the poor with it…"
[Jeff: At this point, I had to roll on the equivalent of the Carousing Table to gain XP for my character's good deeds. I totally failed the roll, fumbling the saving throw with a "1" !!!
Michael Moscrip, the GM, is having to make a special table just for my character to see what befalls him in this mishap. Needless to say, I am a bit nervous as to what will befall Brother Damien. ;)
It was a really fun FLAILSNAILS session and my first time in Castle Nicodemus. Please check out Michael's blog for more info: http://migellito.blogspot.com/
My favorite part of the evening was using the Arduin Critical Hit Chart for my natural 20 against the troll and another player doing the same to the other. I am glad i had my copy handy when Michael said he wanted to use that :) I haven't rolled on that chart in over twenty years! ]
EDIT:Failing your "Good Deeds" roll
1.) Donate a cursed coin to the church
2.) Try to feed the hungry and end up giving them food poisoning
3.) The candelbras you brought back only emit smoky light
4.) In trying to give alms to a poor person you unwittingly gave them to the daughter of a local VIP.
5.) You were an unwitting participant in a crime most foul.
6.) You went out with the guys to celebrate good fortune and woke up in a bed next to a naked wench. You have no memory of the event.
7.) You went out with the guys to celebrate good fortune and woke up in a bed next to a naked wench. You remember all the details vividly.
8.) You tripped over your only robe ripping it badly. Now you must go around naked until you fix it.
9.) As you were chasing a thief down the street you got your cross caught on a post and it yanked you off your feet, wrenching your back badly.
10.) You found a temple to give the candlebras to but because you were all sweaty, smoky, and stinky from the caves they thought you were a beggar and threw you out on your head.
- UGH! If that is the one that is use for FLAILSNAILS, I am afraid to roll!
HAH! I rolled #10... it figures. In FLAILSNAILS games, no good deed goes unpunished.