Something wicked lurks in Ankh-Tor – the city’s best are on the case. Best being a relative term, of course.
We have it all this episode: swordfightin’, punchin’, rooftop chasin’ and witty back and forthin’ with a nefarious villain
We finally make it to Ankh-Tor, city of dreams! City of mystery! City of a confusing amount of dukes!
The downhill derby slides to its conclusion. One player’s luck takes a turn for the worse.
The Dewitt Slopes Derby starts off with a bang, a crash and sweet, sweet pyrotechnics.
With our barely living boys out of immediate danger they head out in search of adventure and a place to stash a King’s corpse
The classic who will win: a bunch of peasants with the power of music and magic on their side, or unfeeling flesh-eating zombies. Also Midori tries to swing his sword.
Our story kicks off to dead royalty, undead hordes and a bard just trying to get his guitar, man.
What’s this podcast about? Where should I begin?