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Major Rules of The Stone Soules 1. DON'T SPLIT THE PARTY. 2. Assassins will be killed without provocation. 3. Good parties don't work with Fire Giants! 4. Hideous, trapped evils? No problem! 5. Don't use the Wand of Wonder unless it really doesn't matter what happens, but we still want it to be different from how it is now. 6. Left is right and right is wrong, so always go right. Useful for making decisions on direction. Similarly: When in darkness, look to the north. West is best and east is dumb. South is Ralph. So, in order of choice: North, East, South, West. 7. Don't use magical items without getting them identified, except in dire circumstances. These situations should be even more dire than those allowing use of the Wand of Wonder. A Party Theme Song Something The Boy Said by Sting When we set out on this journey There were no doubts in our minds We set our eyes to the distance We would find what we would find We took courage from our numbers What we sought we did not fear Sometimes we'd glimpse a shadow falling The shadow would disappear But our thoughts kept returning To something the boy said As we turned to go He said you'll never see our faces again You'll be food for a carrion crow Every step we took today Our thoughts would always stray From the wind on the moor so wild To the words of the captain's child Something the boy said In the circles we made with our fires We talked of the pale afternoon The clouds were like dark riders Flying on the face of the moon We spoke our fears to the captian And asked what his son could know For we would never have marched so far To be food for a crow Every step we took today Our thoughts would always stray From the wind on the moor so wild To the words of the captain's child Something the boy said When I awoke this morning The sun's eye was red as blood The stench of burning corpses Faces in the mud Am I dead or am I living? I'm too afraid to care, I'm too afraid to know I'm too afraid to look behind me At the feast of the crow We spoke our fears to the captain And asked what his son could know For we would never have marched so far To be food for a crow (song is copyright Sting and no ownership is implied) |
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