“One after one by the star dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.”
- Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Nine in the morning approaches on a late winter’s day in New Jersey. On the shoreline a short way north of Blüdhaven, the brightening sky is mildly overcast. The tide is coming in.
The masked mystery men are going to go down, down, down…..
Comments
((OOC note from the GM:
CONGRATULATIONS, gentlemen!
You have once again skipped an entire 2 chapters of my notes, and caused me to slightly rewrite the remainder of the adventure. In the process, you may have made Saving The City a little more possible for this band of Masked Mystery Men!
This will definitely be reflected in the number of Standard Awards included at the end of the adventure.))