IHMN 10: Turning Back Time!
In the last episode, our brave heroes had travelled to the future. They found themselves in a dystopian nightmare ruled by the undead. They learned that the secret to reanimating the dead, first discovered by the Society of Thule, had been augmented by the nefarious schemes of a mad scientist by the name of Herr Doktor Kobalt. In an attempt to ensure the longevity of its instigators, the Doktor had procured an elixir of life. Those who had established the Thousand Year Reich would live to see every year of it.
However, there were two problems.
Furst, the elixir had been obtained from the fell Draugr. You'd have thought that would have served as a warning to the Doktor. But it didn't. This, of course, adds further weight to the theory that being a Nazi twat is detrimental to your brain cell count.
Second, the aforementioned Nazi Doktor twat hadn't counted on the tenacity of Sir Rupert Utterly-Barkinge and the ever-faithful Private Gathering. They had witnessed their friends and companions Count Otto, Goonda and Sergeant Reynolds pay the ultimate sacrifice to ensure their escape from the hellish future they had travelled to. And now, nothing was going to stop them driving to the past to ensure the elixir, and Herr Doktor would never make it back to the future.
Iron Mammoth's Studio. When we placed it on my modular terrain board you'd honestly think it had been built with this boat in mind!
In contrast, Sir Rupert needed to kill Herr Doktor and the jagers. Of course, the Jagers had revivicators which would make this a bit of a problem. However, since a Zeds only interest in brains is in relation to the main course on a menu, we decided that as long as they were killed in life, it wouldn't be necessary to have them killed in death as well. Of course, those Draugr had very good armour values. Holding back the tide might not be very easy...
No dice rolls would be fudged in the telling of this story.
And this was the moment the pluck roll decided that the Nazi Zed had been knocked down! Not as good as a kill, but Derek and I agreed that it would allow Sir Rupert an opportunity to take the shot at Doktor Kobalt...
As the Doktor's body fell limp to the floor, the Nazi Zeds beside him collapsed. Sir Rupert rushed forwards to check his handiwork and to crush the vial containing the elixir under his shoe. He stepped back in surprise, for everywhere the liquid spread, it turned the grass grey.
"Right," Sir Rupert said, "Let's get back to our own time. I'd very much like to see Count Otto, Goonda and Sergeant Reynolds again."
"And then what, Sir Rupert?" asked Private Gathering.
"Then? Then, my good friend, it's back to Blighty. I haven't had a good cuppa in weeks..."