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Yeehawgust Day 25: Sea of Dunes

Group chat between Arthur, Hosea, Sadie, Molly, Mary-Beth, Lenny, and Javier

AM: So I know we did one shots to help pass the time during the worst of the pandemic and had fun with it, and you all said you wanted to run an actual campaign.

LS: As long as it still fits with my classes, yeah.  Law school loves to try to kill you.

MG: So call it a brain break, Lenny.  You need them!

AM: You know how picky Hosea gets and says he won’t run a game unless it meets his standards.  

HM: The likes of “Hoard of the Bunny Revenant” was funny for a one-shot.  And what’s wrong with having standards?  Things go haywire if the plan’s terrible to begin with.  

SA: Oh God, is this going to turn into “Back in my day when DnD wasn’t cool…I have seen things you children can’t imagine”

JE: Careful, Sadie.  Your character might die in the first session.

HM: The horror is called 4th edition, and yes.

MO: I don’t know…

MG: Come on, Molly.  You never had time before for anything because of DUUUUUTCH.  

LS: What kind of guy calls himself Dutch anyway?  Was he even Dutch?

AM: He was Dutch.  Or at least, his last name was.  His ancestors were here for a while, since his great-whatever died at Gettysburg.  

SA: Which he always liked to remind us about.  

LS: But that’s like you calling yourself ‘Welsh’, Arthur.  

JE: Have to say it now that you kicked him to the curb, Molly.  He wore a *fedora* and called you ‘m’lady’.  That should have been a sign. 

MO: Ugh, if you’re all just going to make fun of me, you can bloody well find your own cleric this time!

MG: She’s right.  We’ve all made some terrible decisions in dating.

AM: So if anyone brings up Mary right now, I swear I’m leaving you a bag of flaming horse crap.  We broke up before we got married, all right?  I was twenty-one.  We haven’t gotten back together and we won’t.  Sue me.

HM: Children, children.  So about that.  I found a campaign.  It’s called “Sea of Dunes”.

LS: And it involves…spice and giant worms?

MG: I don’t know about you, but I’m excited for pumpkin spice season.

MO: Absolutely.  Fall is the best.

HM: It’s a 5e fantasy Western, set around the turn of the century.  There’s a ragtag gang of travelers, and the overarching story is about the march of progress and the rise of the new gods of technology and super-wealth.  But it’s a really open concept.  Depending on how you want to take it, I could write content for you to be a band of thieves in a world that clearly doesn’t want you.  Or for you to be bounty hunters trying to protect the innocent.  Or revolutionaries against the rise of the gods of so-called progress.

JE: Sounds cool.  Lots of possibilities.

HM: There really are.  I could do a lot with it.

LS: You sonuvabitch, I’m in

JE: Is Rick and Morty still cool?

LS: Is your mother still cool?

JE: (a string of emojis, including angry faces, table flip, knives, and a middle finger)

HM: SO AS I WAS SAYING

AM: Everyone shut up and listen to Hosea.  Can’t take you people anywhere.  Even online.

HM: I’ll run it.  But I want to challenge you all.  You can’t play your usual character type from our one-shots.  Arthur, you can’t be a barbarian, because I know you can do more than just hit things.  Molly, no cleric or bard.  Lenny, no wizard–in fact, no sorcerer or warlock either, because those are pure casters too.  Sadie, no ranger, but druid is OK, since yours died so unfortunately.  Javier, no fighter.  Mary-Beth is the only one of you with any character imagination, apparently, so she gets to play whatever she wants.

MG: Yay!

HM: Get in touch with me privately to discuss character concepts, and I want you to think about what kind of gang you want to be and discuss that here.  Let’s plan on trying to be ready to get the gang’s wagons rolling in two weeks.