(TFT) I knew this guy

["David Michael Grouchy II" <david_michael_grouchy_ii@hotmail.com>]

    I knew this guy.  He was a legendary GM.  Everyone wanted to play in 
his campaigns.  He introduced me to TFT in the first place.  'A much better 
game.'  He said.
    Robert Flammang was most famous for an adventure he ran in his 
Mongolian campaign.  The fame wasn't for the adventure itself.  It was a 
lost temple of the anti-bhudda in the Himalaya mountain.  A stellar 
adventure, very well designed, with lots of tasty cultural bits.  His 
players didn't celebrate the even handed way he ran combat.  The thing they 
told me about over and over again it was the way this particular adventure 
started.
    It's the middle of winter in the foot hills of the Himilayas in a small 
village.  The party is waiting out one of the worst snow storms ever in a 
tavern.  There are two other groups of adventurers in the tavern.  The fire 
is warm and the wind is howling outside.  The characters have purchased 
something called 'fire pots.'  They are small pottery bowls with lids that 
have a permenant magical fire in them.  Great for keeping warm with.
    So this half frozen, raving lunatic, comes stumbling down out of the 
mountains into the tavern.  The tavern keeper recognizes him as a member of 
a party that had left in late summer.  They guy is babling something about a 
fabulous temple, mounds of gold, terrible monsters, and generally drooling 
on himself.  In his frost bitten hands is a gold amulet.
    The amulet is identified by an insignia from a lost bhudist sect from 
six hundred years ago.  Every one has heard the legend of this temple, no 
one thought it was true.  Silence falls over the tavern.
    One of the players says 'Well... someone would have to be crazy to go 
out looking for a temple in this weather.'  One of the other groups of 
adventurers chimes in 'Yeah.  We're not going out in this.  Well wait till 
spring.'  The other group says 'No way we're going.  A person wouldn't last 
one night out there.'
    All three groups snuck out that night.
    Every player told me the same thing.  They had more fun trying to beat 
the other teams of adventurers through the worst snow storm in history, up 
the most dangerous mountains in the world, than pretty much any other 
adventure they had ever been on.

    David Michael Grouchy II


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