Last night, on D&D.

Last night, on D&D.

The party came to the largest settlement of humans they had ever seen outside of the City State. It was run by a man called the Lanista. 

After a few threats, the first of two firearms discharges and unwillingness to question an individual seen in a vision. The party is taken to the villa to meet with the Lanista. 

He's a good old fashioned Roman pig. He offers to buy the elf of the group to make her his 3rd wife. That got him a knife to the nards. They then blew his head off.

Peewee died, again, from falling.

So my attempt to get them into a bit of political intrigue was meet with some good down home murderhoboism.

Yet again why after 40 some odd years D&D is still the most popular RPG on the market.