Rise of the Runelords, II and about prioritizing

Oh yeah, the next session came and went. Well, in fact. The adventure is very good and they're pretty much on script, so I'd made a list of things to remember and I think I gave everybody a time to shine.

They levelled up - or rather, they did in the days following the game. I just have to make sure everyone's done their homework and adjusted their character sheets. And the next session's a Friday session! So we're going to the CEO's place. He's even said he's got guest rooms. We'll see. They continue to be a very rewarding bunch to GM, so that's good.

In less good news, I put the teenage campaign on hold. The Asperger player will be introduced into my increasingly inappropriately named family campaign instead of my wife. She (the aspie) has some great ideas for a character, so it'll be fun.

And naturally I feel like a huge failure, but when I'm facing a weekend with nothing to do except do laundry, go to a restaurant with the daughter, and run, then it feels pretty a-ok.

Recap for tomorrow's game

The sun was gone. The distant ridge of the Tors of Levenies hid the sunset, but the sky was still a bright riot of pinks and blues, which made it easy to see the main structures of the fort. The trip through the town - village almost - of Varnhold had been strange. A monster at the river crossing. Dead animals. The ominous murders of crow sitting on some of the buildings. And always the dark, empty windows glaring down into the streets.

There was a faint rotting smell in most of the village. Stale. You'd think nobody had been there for quite some time. But what, then, was the deal with the faint column of smoke from the keep in the south end of Varnhold?

The entryway into the keep rose to meet the palisade. Beyond, a wooden ramp sloped down into the dark courtyard. A two-story keep loomed at the far end. There were some other buildings, maybe an enclosure of some kind.

Mutt growled.