A cool breeze caresses your flushed cheeks as it dances and
plays amongst the overhanging branches; you hope the noise of the
fluttering leaves can mask the sounds of you and your party members
laboring for breath. It seems like you have been running for days,
and those nasty little orcs just won't give up! It's almost as if
they were herding you towards this corner of the forest, but to
what end? Sure, it seemed like a good idea to you and your companions
to undertake this noble quest to make the forest safe again for
Her Majesty's loyal subjects; but that was long ago and in the safety
of the musty tavern, soaking up equal parts of merriment and the
tavern Troll's famous brew. Suddenly, your reverie is broken by
the crashing of heavy feet, coming from somewhere in the dappled
forest and headed your way! The party tenses and switches into battle
mode, shields and swords to the fore whilst the magician assumes
his best spell-casting stance. There! By that rotting stump! A huge
lizard rolling towards you on thick, scaly legs! Truzzark the Obscure
slips into the shadows and attempts to circle 'round the great monster
undetected. The front line fighters avert their eyes from the beastie's
murderous gaze, for to meet the gaze of the mighty basilisk will
turn a man to stone! Bravely you rush the basilisk with your eyes
askance and land a smashing blow to one of his many legs, calling
out "5!....5!" with each swing.
The fight with the great beast is just the beginning to turn
in your favor when to your horror and surprise you are ambushed!
A legion of bloodthirsty orcs begin to pour from the forest, to
surround you and endanger your spellcaster! But this is no novice
conjurer; John throws a sizzling ball of energy towards one of his
attackers "I smite thee with a bolt of earth!" and the orc is knocked
to his knees by the blow. Truzzark sneaks up on another and strikes
a blow to his skull, crying "Waylay!", and the snarling orc crashes
to the ground. One by one you pick them off, but not without sustaining
some serious injuries to the party. The sorely wounded basilisk
rears onto its massive back legs in a last-ditch effort to save
its scaly hide, but trips over a branch, falling to the ground with
a mighty crash.
"TIME!" calls the basilisk, that is, the person playing the basilisk
does. And all action comes to an immediate stop, all players freezing
in their tracks. "My glasses flew off when I tripped." Justin explains.
"Oh, here they are."
"Are you okay?" asks Truzzark, or Victoria, as she is mundanely
"I'm fine! You guys ready?" (Anyone who moved returns to their
position when the TIME was called.) "Okay, 3...2...1...Game on!"
The still-deadly basilisk roars in outrage as he attempts to
struggle to his feet but to no avail, you deliver the killing blow
personally and declare the forest safe... for now.