In retrospect, this process has been so laborious, unusual and occasionally embarrassing that perhaps the best I can offer is a cautionary tale.

The players presided over an absolute blood bath, which included the bare-handed slaughter of a dog and the murder of three unarmed men who, while clearly up to no good, had not actually been witnessed committing any crime.

There are enough clues to point to the murderer, but little agency available to bring him to justice, legal or otherwise. Instead, there’s just a big scary floating wizard head in a house full of Egyptian artifacts. Or Bhutanese. Not that it matters.

This hate machine does not even care about being pretty.

Like most people, I must now publically confess to having queued to get Neil Gaiman’s writing advice.

Sincerely, these scenarios are some of the best stories told in this universe since 1986, but they can be a Queen-sized bitch to GM.

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