Sunday saw the inaugural game for my current tabletop campaign endeavors. My sister, her husband, my wife and myself have a standing tradition of playing Dungeons & Dragons after consuming dinner together on Sundays, but after our wizard moved to Salt Lake City on us, we kind of fell apart as a group and our current campaign fizzled out. After deciding some time ago to give Pathfinder a try, we finally got some people together and made characters the weekend before last. Altogether there are seven players counting myself, who is GameMaster (GM), but I have a hard time thinking of myself as anything other than a Dungeon Master. Old habits die hard, I guess.
My wife decided to play a half-elf bard by the name of Elsbeth. My sister decided to play a gnome named Rowen. Her husband is playing a half-orc barbarian called Braxis, and his friend and brother-in-law is playing another half-orc, this one a rogue, and bearing the name Lord Grat. Rounding out the group is an elven wizard with the appellation of Anduin; an unlikely group of adventurers if ever there was one. I mentioned there was seven of us, and I suppose there is, but the seventh isn't a player, but rather the wife of Lord Grat, and Braxis's sister. She isn't playing, so she sits on the sidelines and cheers.
After running a custom campaign with some friends for a few months during the hiatus between when my sister's group stopped playing D&D, and started playing Pathfinder, I decided to run a pre-constructed module to save myself some trouble. Since I'm a start-at-the-beginning kind of guy, we decided to run the first adventure Paizo the publisher of Pathfinder printed, which is Rise of the Runelords, which starts with Burnt Offerings.
As for dinner, we decided chicken enchiladas sounded pleasing to our palates, and so I took it upon myself to make them. I started with chicken in the crockpot in an enchilada sauce (a mild red sauce made La Victoria) and cooked it on low for several hours until it was tender enough to shred. I decided twelve would be a good number, and so I rolled up the chicken with a little bit of shredded cheese inside of corn tortillas. Next I covered them in more shredded cheese and sprinkled olives over one of the pans. After that, all that was left was to melt the cheese in the pan, which we did over at my sisters. It took about twenty-five minutes at a temperature of 375 degrees farenheit. My sister cooked some refried beans and canned corn to serve on the side, and Lord Grat made a seafood salad of sorts, made from imitation crab, among other things.
We completed the first three encounters of Burnt Offerings, which sees the adventurers save the town of Sandpoint from a goblin attack during the first day of the Swallowtail Festival. The Swallowtail Festival falls on the first day of fall, and this particular ceremony was to begin with the consecrating of a new chapel to replace one which was burned down five years ago. After working together to drive back first three goblins, then four and a goblin bard, the group finally routed the last of the goblins by taking out the goblin command who was perched atop his goblin dog. The goblin commando had been threatening a local noble, and so the adventurers rescued him from peril, but not before a goblin could slit the throat of hte poor man's dog. With the goblins gone, the heroes were labelled the Saviors of Swallowtail, and were given rooms for the week at the nearby inn, the White Deer. We decided to end things there, so until next time, stay safe.
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