The party - like it's 1979

Dave, Fist of Odin is a cleric. Of Odin. Dedicated to his god by divine command.

Brogg is a fighter/cleric of Grisbane, god of half-breeds. He's also got some shit to deal with, but it seems to be more political than direct divine commands.

Cinder used to be a thief, but now he's not.

Mike this Zombie 1k was a thief, and then a zombie, and then off on adventures of his own.

Marivhon's a monk, and a little scary.

Renwick's a mage, but might be off on some sort of mystical journey.

Moth's a fighter/thief/mage, yes? Holding his own, fire stick, mad skilz to pay the bills.

Schmektor's a fighter, straight up, and he and Dave, Fist of Odin share a basic philosophy towards combat and getting things done.

King Tut's of uncertain lineage, it appears, but also appears to be fairly crazy. Dave, Fist of Odin can respect that.

Did I capture everyone?

And hey - Rob, the bit on the dust devil at the bar? Fucking magic. I laughed my ass off, and not in a LMFAO kind of lame way.

So my campagin is close to wrapping up - and has been for several months. We can't seem to covene all the players for the final adventure - the party did some shit, and then instead of continuing, decided to go after the big bad guy directly. It's really a campaign-ending move, and everyone knows it, and it'll be a good ending, one way or t'other... but, like I said, the principals have divergent work schedules. Sigh. Paul does not think my campaign was a success, but I'm very happy with it.

And, that's it.

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