I have a few that I've bought. But I will look around.

Okay. I will prepare something. It might be better if I buy a module or something. I had lots of time to make adventures when I was 17 but not so much time now.

Yes, I guess starting again next year would be okay. Would you mind if we started a new adventure? Same characters, of course. Dreganor, what do you think?

It looks like Stik is busy with his new job and can't participate. I don't really want to recruit new players so perhaps we should just stop the game. Thank you for both for playing and I hope your new employment is working out well, Stik.

"Yes," says Kenelm. "Let's move into the next room when Darius here tells us what gems of interest he can pick out of the princess story."

"It's me, Kenelm."


(sorry)

"Have some respect for the Missing, Presumed Dead"

Kenelm says, "I wonder if the girl who wrote the diary spoke the same language as us. This place is obviously very, very old, but the food in the dining room was edible and these clothes are almost new. The diary looks like it might have been written in last night. Who's going to read it? Well,...

You manage to pry open the chest and inside you find the carefully folded clothes of a young woman or teenage girl. On top of these clothes is a leather-bound diary.

The axe strikes the lock and two things happen. One, the lock breaks and the lid of the chest comes up enough to maybe wedge something inside and pry it open. Unfortunately, the blow needed to smash open the lock has revealed a fault in the manufacture of your axe head. It splits and is now more or ...

Kenelm says, "Hit it again. It might pop open if you hit the lock."

The lock is built into the chest and might be weaker than the rest of the chest. But it looks very sturdy all the same.

You've put a dent in the chest but it doesn't break open. Try again? Try until you get it?

"Well, just a thought. Let's have a look at this chest. Any way to open it without ruining your axe?"

"Old magic, perhaps?" says Kenelm. "Maybe the place was owned by a wizard and the table setting was part of a spell he used to feed himself. Hmm, I hope he didn't set any traps that might still be active . . . ."

The next room appears to have belonged to a young woman, possibly a teenager. There is an old, rotting bed with flowery sheets. At the foot of the bed is an iron chest. It appears to be locked.

In the pouch are 9 gold pieces, 21 silver pieces, and 18 copper pieces. You will divide the coins equally amongst the party members, I assume?

After cutting and digging around a bit, a leather pouch falls out of the mattress with a nice clinking sound.

It sounded like it came from the mattress when you flipped it over. But you can't be sure.

Fortunately, when you overturn the bed there are no more nasty surprises. As the bed frame and mattress hit the floor, you hear a jingling sound.