Loading their picnic four ladies of the Cranford Ladies College Old Girl XI Empire & America Touring Team
- Mavis Winthrope (Old Scouser Roleplaying) – awkward number 3 bat
- Gwendolyn Devonshire (Andy S) – modern woman
- Margret ‘Mags’ Hebblethwaite (Matt) – a scholarly type
- Hettie Larwood (Andy H) – scholar girl and fast bowler
Board a British Imperial Airways plane borrowed by its pilot and Mag’s cousin Herbert Hebblethwaite.
The plan is for a day trip to the Temple of Bastest dig before their match against 273 Squadron RAF Wives & Daughters XI.
Taking of after some technical difficulties (with roll 20 / discord) they hit a sandstorm and flying down into the village notice a rope across the runway. Altering Herbert he hops over the trap and touches down just avoiding a crash.
Disembarking they are confronted by a tankette speeding out the sand. It has a cage on the back stuffed with local fellahin men. Herbert protests by white uniformed bully boys cosh him with rifle buts and throw him in the cage.
Outraged they protest and boarding the tankette are confronted by white polo shirted and trousered ne’redowells wearing either bush hats or solar topees brandishing riles. After ordering the cricketers off and telling them to remain in the village for ‘the test’ the guards open fire wounding Mavis.
Aggrieved the ladies see other detachments raiding the village as the sandstorm clears. They find locals and find all the men of the village have been kidnapped. The temple of Bastet was taken over last night by the hoodlums and soon construction took place and the raid followed.
The girls gather up they’re baggage including Mavis and Gwen’s pistols and and by a plucky local Yasmin who straps knives to her burka they sneak down a dried wadi between the lines of guards surrounding the village. They then pick through rubble but Nags is spotted by a guard.
Hettie using her bowling skills districts the guard with some hurled rubble and the party manage to knock him out even though Mavis takes another knock. Yasmin then cuts his throat. Hettie picks up his weapon ( a mannlicher carbine.)
Sneaking round the temple they see it has had a marquee thrown over it s chimney erupts from it and the whole complex generates strange lights and noises. At he back the prisoners are held in a collected cage guarded by two guards and periodically four guards come grab two victims and throw them into the temple followed by screams. It won’t be long before Herbert is due for the grinder.
Hettie bowls a cricket ball to try and knock the bar on the cage freeing the prisoners. On a natural 20 it is just a thou too long a length a jams between the bar and the cage door. Not wishing to alert other guards with small arts fire the heroines hurl rocks at the guards knocking them out and free the imprisoned males.
As the prisoners celebrate and guards respond they grab Herbert and race into the side entrance of the temple. There they are confronted with a charnel house conveyor belt prisoners are
- Sprayed with acid removing these human skin
- Injected with weird formulas
- Stretched and pulled by automated surgical equipment
- Sprayed and layered with chemicals and washed on tanks
A dozen of the end result of the process gamble on haunches around a lab coated man in dark glasses who pats their supplicant snouts with leather gauntleted hands. Great hulking 10-12″ tall crocodilian-man creatures of rippling threw and hungry eyes.
NEXT WEEK: THE WARPED OFFSPRING OF DOCTOR VON VULKAN
Overall session went well I think but technology shows I think I’m right to cap at four players and try extra sessions if I can to accommodate other players.
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