>>41120165
And things can only get worse from there.
Now as anon may have noticed, you can usually tell how far into an evening we had gotten by the quality of ideas generated.
This one was very close to what would be the end of a session, but it seemed like such a good idea we continued onwards anyway.
Arriving at Scone, we can see flames in the distance. We can hear the sounds of battle.
The sun is just starting to rise as we arrive.
The battle must've been going on at least all night, and likely throughout the previous day as the last of the living giants defend their last redoubt (Scone Palace) against the undead hordes come to take the Stone of Scone.
The mood in Scone is sombre, death songs are sung, the living know this is the last sunrise they will see, before the day is out, they will join the marching hordes of undeath. The shieldwall has not broken, it will not break until until the last spear, until the last breath. Tears mix with the rain as a people prepare to die.
>Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see...
dumdumdumdumadum
>My mother, and my sisters, and my brothers.
dananananananananan
>Lo, there do I see...
dumdumdumdumadum
>The line of my people...
danananananananan
>Back to the beginning.
dumdumdumdumadum
>Lo, they do call to me.
danananananananan
>They bid me take my place among them.
dumdumdumdumadum
> Where the brave...SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TB_QmSWVY7o
The jalopy ramps the gates and comes to a rest by battering its suspension into the flagstones outside of Scone Palace
>We're here!