It was the Nucon 199? convention and we'd reported for a single-session "AD&D 2E" module with self-generated characters that were totally munchkin-ised, eg. the warriors had the animal handling and training proficiencies and were flanked by blooded war dogs.
If this min-maxing wasn't enough to put the Dungeon Master - whom none of us knew - offside, in the scene-setting flavour text, which saw a poobah charging us with investigating eldritch goings-on, there was a brief mention of the captain of the city guard's nose twitching.
"Wererat!" said BP.
To the DM's credit, he barely flinched.
Fast-forward 2.5 hours and our band, black'n'blue and having reluctantly left the mastiffs at the bottom of a climb I suspect was inserted on the fly, had brawled its way through a sewer complex to the lair of the mysterious mastermind. Who/what do you think we found there?
Listening: "The Final Frontier" (2010) by Iron Maiden
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