Monday, August 5, 2013

A Roadside Distraction

After the busy with this swamp witch, the crew in my WaRP Weird Adventures game finally arrived in Fort Lagarto, the town closest to Urst's opulent estate, Shamballa. After getting situated in their hotel, they went out to buy "adventuring supplies" (determined not to get caught without the necessary items this time--they spend a lot of time prepping), they became curious about a tourist trap they saw called the Snake-a-torium. So curious, in fact, that they delayed their journey to Shamballa to take it in.

The place was run by a Southern gentleman-type named Gaston Redfoot:

(He wasn't dressed this nice at the Snake-a-torium)
Gaston guides them through some fairly shabby enclosures with an albino alligator and various and sundry snakes. Nothing is particularly of interest, until they get the final room that contains a naga. She eyes them, but does not speak--and Redfoot warns them about disturbing him. The player's are pretty sure this all is important and they are even more certain when Redfoot shows them to the gift shop and there's a shelf full of snowglobes almost identical to the one that is supposedly the "key" to Shamballa!

Is there a connection or are the player's just seeing things that aren't there? We'll find out.


Jim Shelley said...

Even if there is no connection, the visit to the snakeatorium was worth it!

Tallgeese said...

Mmmmm... creepy tourist attractions!

Anonymous said...

I love the Snakeatorium! Send me a postcard!

Anonymous said...

I love the Snakeatorium! Send me a postcard!

Gothridge Manor said...

I notice southern gentlemen in your game are always very suspicious. Shamballa has a spare key in one of those fake rock by the entrance.

Trey said...

@Tim - Gentlemanly folk in my game are in general rather suspicious. :)

@seaofstarsrpg - Will do.

Justin S. Davis said...

You ever make your way down to Texas, there's a great snake farm near San Antonio.

When I was a kid, it was a nightmarish hellhole--literally, as there was a giant, deep cement pit full of rattlers--but now it's cleaned up and managed by animal lovers. I'll even buy lunch!