Rabid Marsupial Dire Weasels

The first night our group got together to play The Fantasy Trip, we had never played together before. I met two of our group online and I brought along my 30-something son who previously only played D&D. After introductions and some general small talk about gaming we agreed on what kind of sandbox we would place our adventures in. Then we played a scenario.

We placed a hex grid on the table and Joe, our GM, drew a small fenced area, the chicken's coup. We created 32-point characters and placed them around the coup to protect the chickens and more importantly their eggs. Our goal was to protect the eggs from weasels.

Not just any weasels, but dire weasels, and not just dire weasels, but rabid ones. Besides being quick and vicious, their bite was poisonous. They charged the coup from off the map. Our team responded with almost no coordination whatsoever. Our swords and arrows missed their marks. The wizard struggled to cast an illusion. Weasels jumped the fence and grabbed eggs. But when they did that they realized that they couldn't run if the eggs were in their paws and they could fight if the eggs were in their mouth. At that point we decided that they were also marsupial and were able to put an egg in their pouch to carry.

I forget exactly how it all ended. I think we killed one, but I'm sure we lost a couple of eggs. It was a start. The next week our GM had maps, etcetera, and our adventure began with new 32-point characters, but we now had a name for our group or a really cool rock band.