Our Stolen Mug

Recently the Great Run Mug of the Diggerbollox Clan was lost in a bar fight. Here is the epic song that was sung before the quest to retrieve it.

Far across the dirty alleys cold,
To basements deep and sewers old
We must away, without a hug
To find our just now stolen mug

The Dwarves of yore, made a mighty mug,
While brewers brewed, their potent beer,
In places deep, where dragons sleep,
In ringing halls, we drank our cheer

Our cousin drank, at the Fatal Wound,
He brought the mug, as was his right,
The humans craved, that mug of gold
They tugged his beard to start a fight

The fists were flying right to the crotch,
The beer was pouring from the kegs,
The fight was great, with broken bones,
The chairs like hammers fell on legs.

Far across the dirty alleys cold,
To basements deep and sewers old
We must away, without a hug
To find our just now stolen mug

One Year Anniversary!

We started this campaign - and this blog - about a year ago, and while we haven't gotten a chance to play recently, it hasn't been for lack of trying.

In fond memoriam of original gangstas Urist Diggerbollox and Pik the Acolyte, I'd like to pour one out in contemplation of their short and poetic lives in the bowels of Yem. Thusly, I present their theme song:

Urist's cousin Richter still lives on, and Yem's temple of the Blue Oyster Cult thrives (largely on the lucrative insurance returns of an army of dead acolytes). I hope this campaign (and blog) continue on for many more a year.