Back when I was first starting out, I decided to play a Rolemaster game. Sadly, or not considering how questionable my GMing was at the time, most of those recordings have been lost. However, a friend and on-and-off Clan member recently rediscovered one of them, in particular the one that gave us our name. Posted here, for what little posterity we manage to generate. ;)
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The party, confronted with a kidnapped child and a despondent father...proceed to sleep the night away and launch the search tomorrow. Before leaving, Theyr raids the kitchen, where he finds a large, well-aged ham, which he straps to his back. On the way, amidst the goblin footprints, they encounter strange, thin marks in the ground. Immediately clued in to the fact that there will be giant bugs in this adventure, they immediately decide to pack the spider poison.
They encounter a strange mound, with a single entrance leading out. On entering, it turns out that they could not have been further from the truth in their spider decision. It's actually giant ants.
After slaying two of the ants, Etzio the rogue and Theyr the werewolf (masquerading as Batman) scout out a room which contains two more ants. Etzio lands flat on his face, and Theyr decides that the best way to save his friend is to throw the ham at one of the ants. Despite the obvious comedic value of the idea, the ham does not cause a crit.
After slaying the ants (but before retrieving the precious ham), Theyr falls into an obvious pit trap and we get our first indicator of how gamebreaking a Rolemaster werewolf is. Theyr is transformed into a monster! Faced with the choice of either waiting for it to go away or risk his turning on them...they throw the ham at him. Cheered by this sight, Theyr regains himself and they continue on.
The party are ambushed by half a dozen goblins and orcs. After Eli reduces the toughest one in the room to a whimpering mass, another pair of ants emerge from below, and begin attacking everyone. An orc and a goblin flee, while the party mops up the enemies.
Esamon, bemoaning the fact that all his crits suck, decides to chase after the fleeing orc. in hopes of killing it single-handedly..and proceeds to fall face-first into the pit, shattering his collarbone. Theyr, with the comedic timing born of being a werewolf, asks him to toss up the ham.
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