How many kobolds does it take...

...to get to the chewy center of a Juggernaut? The answer is 'more than 200', apparently.

Tonight was my not-very-underdark themed D+D game. After lots of shopping, the party did some more fighting for the chaos cult, then ventured into the ruined city of Ephae in search of... well, of something. And found it.

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Snags this week were, first of all, the bait-and-switch on the caravan raid. I hadn't intended to ACT OUT 200 kobolds trying to kill a Juggernaut, I'd just sort of assumed it was going to be a horrible slaughter. The idea was that the party would either agree to do it, or the chaos cult would try and fail. Having the party refuse, and then go along with the army anyway, was the worst of both worlds as I had to ACT OUT the entire fricking battle. That took half the night, with most of the party just watching since they had no intention of helping.

Also, I said the party could barter for magic items with the cultists. The party had a *lot* of magic items saved up. Hundreds of thousands of gold worth (thankfully not 'each', at least). They managed to move most of it, even if not everything they were looking for was available. That also took a long, long, long time.

Peoplelistening

Missed the gaggle of testers I usually eat lunch with, today, so while slowly eating my traditional thanksgiving dinner (which they serve every wednesday) I listened to people chatting to each other nearby...

One lady was talking at length about a ski vacation. It was really amazing -- she went on for fifteen minutes without anyone else at her table getting a word in edgewise, wandering from what she'd done, to snowboarding, to kids' ski camp, to the lack of adult women skiing, to... well, it continued like that. Kind of interesting.

But then this man over in the other direction caught my ear. Apparently, his daughter had flunked math, and he was blaming the other kids for being unruly, and the teacher for being too harsh and too permissive and for trying to be a 'friend' to the kids and for not having a bouncer handy to beat up kids who were unruly and for smoking near the school and for everything else under the sun. His daughter, of course, was blameless, because she'd once gotten a B in math, and how was she supposed to resist joining in the hooliganism if everyone else was doing it? He accepted some responsibility -- he shouldn't have believed the teacher when she said he didn't need to come in for a conference.

His friend replied with a list of conditions he should give the school, and what to threaten them with if they didn't comply.