Steven and I, working as operatives for the New Astorian crown, were sent on a mission during Brovinia’s full-scale attack on the capital of New Astoria. We were sent through a secret tunnel to carry a “Victory Stone” (read: Assassination Stone) to the vicinity of the opposing general. The stone was tied to his soul and bringing it within 40 yards would kill him. After much sunrod-chucking and ambitious-yet-graceful monk skill checks, and I think Steven was there too, we reached the end of the tunnel and came above ground.
Upon stepping toward the Brovinian general, we were paralyzed by an enemy wizard who took the stone and revealed its true secret: there’s no such thing as an assassination stone, but it was actually sent to turn the tide of battle in the Brovinian’s favor. At this point it was about 11:30 and I was 5-6 beers deep and can’t for the life of me remember what the stone actually did, but it was bad. We were knocked unconscious and the words “to be continued” appeared outside my apartment window in 20-foot glowing neon letters.