This was a followup roleplaying session to the adventure two years ago, when, it is becoming increasingly clear, we probably doomed the world. But only in the longer term, so that's all right.
Here are some snaps :
To be honest, exactly how we saved Westeros is already starting to go a bit fuzzy in my head. But I do remember the tragic death of Gelert the Mastiff at the hands of a Horny Helmet Guy, a lot of sneaking around woodlands, and some sort of Mighty Sea Battle at the end.
While we were adventuring, we ate an enormous amount of... well,pretty much everything. Less good: Brythen tore a dog bed into many tiny fluffy fragments. Then he went outside. I confidently observed 'it's nice that he is so good about entertaining himself outdoors, and there's not much damage he can do out there." Later, I went out and found that the ancient blanket that covers the compost bins had been ripped into 999 fragments, and the garden decorated with the results. Sigh.