Last night’s game of Swords without Master featured three rogues returning to town with treasure, only to fall asleep and awaken in chains.  A harrowing escape into a crowd becomes a celebratory feast which becomes a frenzied ritual of death.  

Here are the threads created during the game:


  • What glimmers within this wretched refuge?
  • What strange plant was the sleeping powder derived from and
    why is it so hard to come across?


  • Don’t trust kindness in dark places
  • Let others speak, lest you be silenced.
  • When you are the object of unwelcome attention, don’t act out.

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