It was just another day. Nothing really going on. Frankly, I was getting a bit bored. So when I heard from Thorpe that he wants to go hunting for poison and asking if I want to go along, I decided to accept. Lyria also was going along. In retrospect, I suppose that should have been obvious. After all, who better than a healer to identify poisons?

My previous adventure had been fun, but it was time to settle down and make a living. In this case, I was hired to steal a flask. Just that, nothing fancy. Well, maybe a little fancy. It was an iron flask, after all. And the job was for the wizard Angus. Well, I can pretend it's nothing fancy.

So, first, scouting the estate. Going in off the main street is, of course, a bad idea. Fortunately, there's an access road along the back. Spiky iron fences are pretty good for the owner, but lax gardeners are good for thieves. Taking advantage of a tree branch that had been allowed to grow out over the fence, I was up, over, and down. The dog was elsewhere, and I had no intention of waking it. Silently, I crept to the kitchen entrance. A little pick in the lock, a little oil in the hinges, and I was in.

We finally had our first game session, and it was phenomenally awesome! GURPS is awesome for fantasy. And GURPS is even better when things go wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. We had a few critical failures and the failure of a control roll at a critical moment. And those failures absolutely made the game.

First, a simple burglary went horribly wrong. An effort to steal some crates of high value wine from somebody one of the PCs didn't like ended in the warehouse storing the wine being blown up and the whole band of semi-competent thieves being injured in the blast.