Message:The end is nigh. I lost count after ten+ deaths. Many soak-offs preventing more.
The Diamond Memory Stone was recovered. We found the lost party of Vikings who tried to recover the stones in 976 AD. Discovering also a ribbon forged by dwarves from impossible materials like a cat's footfall and a woman's beard, which held Fenrir until Ragnarök. We used the chain, Gleipnir, to bind Ammit the crocodile, lion, hippo monster. We still needed to face its twin (upstairs) that broke free of the weaker binds: Lædingr and Dromi.
There was only one way to escape -- someone, as Týr did, gives his arm (life). There were no true volunteers, so we went around the party rolling raconteur to convince the next guy to do so.
We used the Memory Stones to open the void. Three said yes, one said no, two abstain. Across stepped a freak, terrible to behold. The monster attacked by causing Bad Traits in players. e.g., Lethargic (to shape the epilog hereafter of character).
IronSnake slew the hideous demon of void but then died fate unknown in Epilog. He had no Bad Traits, sadly, just an unremarkable and forgotten henchman.
Demon Inflicted Final Fates of Party:
*Bureaucratic, you run the ministry of dirty tricks for the British foreign services. However, no one truly trusts you and worse finds you a pencil pushing buffoon. Decide for yourself if that was an act.
*Confounded, you open a laboratory and search for the causes of disease. Many credit your research as helpful, but you never single-handedly make a breakthrough and certainly never achieve your goal of a Nobel Prize. Yes, your family loves you, but that doesn't get you in the history books?
*Dazed, you become an academic, loved by your students. You inspire all with your poetry and analysis of the arts. Despite throngs of fans, you never fall in love. After your death, your closet is filled with skeletons that get scandalously revealed.
*Disconcerted, you join the radicals and anarchists calling for the end to the upper establishment. Your bomb making skills end the lives of thousands. In your mind, they were all worthy of destruction. This may be just a self-delusion you have in a penal asylum.
*Distracted, you write a set of encyclopedias and histories of different lands. You find lectures, interviews and parties boring. No one can match your intellect and precognition of the future. Watch the slow demise of the British Empire with a smirk.
*Faraway, you enlist in WWI, lead a company in the trenches, only to see man after man die from assault and dysentery. A day after an armistice is declared, you are accidentally killed by an artillery shell.
*Fidgety, you set sail on a round the world adventure, but are lost at sea. You were shipwrecked on an isle of sirens, the first and only man to live among them and not be boiled for stew.
*Lethargic, you are put in charge of ridding the cabals from the government civil service and elective offices. But instead, you entrench a Hidden Agenda inside the state. Die on your manor surrounded by sycophants and mean dogs.
*Mincing, you become a fine actor and make a number of movies. However, your voice is found to be unattractive when talkies start. Yet by then you were ready to work as a director for Howard Hughes, among others. You die during an aerial shoot, filming the sequel to Hell's Angels.
*Obstinate, you are made a judge and serve for an impossible ninety years on the bench. In most cases you are fair but strict. Repeat offenders who come before you are severely rebuked.
*Overcome, you open an orphanage for wayward minors, but like Fagan, send the children out to beg and steal. Die extraordinarily rich but never enjoying the true profits of your sinister activity.
*Perfunctory, you become a mountain climber and in the next fifty years scale all the world's peaks, except one. You die on the summit of Mt Everest, only to be found by Hillary in 1953. Obviously, he buries you and never reports your triumph.
*Stiff, you run for Parliament. Your ideas are wonderful, but everyone hates you. You eventually learn to hold your tongue, lest your opinion leads to something that never comes to be.
*Unmindful, you become a captain of industry, running the national power grid with your coal fired plans and hydroelectric dams. You die before the first hippy-dippy Earth Day.
*Withdrawn, you move to America, buy a farm in the frontier, spend your days as a loner, until at the age of ninety-seven, you marry and have seven kids. Sadly, you outlive all of them, never revealing the fact you are ageless.
We start Classic Flip-Card Cutlass next week, as pirates of the Mediterranean Sea.
Yours,
IronRed
01-Feb-2026