This past Saturday, sixteen dungeoneers delved against the most fearsome of foe: a band of rival dungeoneers. Pit against each other in a nightmarish realm of eternal death and suffering, these tormented souls battled for supremacy.
The Trophies of Glory stand ready to be claimed.
Look at that tackle box full of organized minis below! That must belong to one hell of a Dungeon Master.
Before all the players showed up, I got there early to have the whole thing setup and ready to go.
|The bracket ladder is up and filled for this tournament.|
|The colored rings represent solely what team each dungeoneer is on. Conditions' durations are so fleeting in the grand scheme of things, it's simply not worth the effort and confusion to track them with anything.|
The game is in full swing, and a fight breaks out over who has the better goatee. People are starting to get all hopped up and can't sit still enough for any goddamn chairs!
Left to Right: Adrien, Fritz, Sean, Karl, Matt, back of Ryan's head
Foreground: Steven's table, quietly contemplating the next move. Are they sipping tea or something over there?
Background: Ross' table with everyone standing up IN FURY!!!
Looks like we're zooming over to Ross' table. As you can see, he is deep in focus. Focused on killing!
... and giving out Kombat Kards.
Left to Right: Andy, C. Steven Ross, back of Stas' head
|Everyone is focused on every single roll. It's a life and death struggle, full of adrenaline and anticipation.|
The last turn of the match! The final death toll for this map was 14 to 15 (not sure who had the lead here).
Clockwise: Steven, Sean, Karl, Matt, Carina, Jon Paul, Ryan, Adrien
|The Pontiff's Hand.|