Castles and Crusades: Let's Play Oddball
An serious old school game of Castles and Crusades with a noticeable sense of humor.Things were going pretty well in the tumbleweed-filled frontier town Guinton until that enormous blue dragon flew in, sat down on an old man’s knickknack shop, and refused to let anyone leave. The first person who tried to ride out of town found himself scooped up by the beast, dropped from an awful height, and mangled by the rock hard, bone dry ground below into vulture food. Wrong move.
The only thing making all of this less terrifying to those trapped in the sleepy, though well traveled-through, township is that the horned dragon appears to be more interested in talking therapy than anything else. And he’s not bashful about his past or his insecurities. He seems more lonely than evil. More bored than purposeful. This is very far from being your average, every day chromatic dragon.
A spacious and pleasant saloon houses many of the colorful travelers who have found themselves fixed here. Trapped half-orcs, gnomes, and humans alike (not to mention the dwarves, elves, half-elves, and halflings) pray to their favorite gods for protection and consider their next moves. It’s been hours already.
They all came here for different reasons, none of which feels quite as pressing now as figuring out how to escape from the place without being crunched to pieces. Compounding their bad luck, the dragon’s head lays down ashamedly on the dusty street about ten yards from the saloon’s swinging and wooden double doors, and its tail wraps around the white-painted building and keeps the back door securely shut. It knows where its biggest captive audience is.
After an hour-long pause in his conversation with himself, the dragon speaks again. “Why do you think it was that my brothers wouldn’t let me play with them? There’s nothing wrong with how I look, is there? I’m good enough to be a powerful dragon some day. Does anyone see something about me that I’m not seeing? What would make me a target of ridicule? I am very nice, after all. Why did my father reject me?” And then it eats a horse that had the misfortune of being roped to a pole down the street; no sooner, its now former owner begins to reminisce about what a good steed it was.
