Steampunk Dinocalypse. One character a dino-priest that smokes savage weed (read: marijuana) in his cave outside the city walls, living at one with the jungle and the dinos, a powerful fighting shaman with raptor-tooth claw gloves. The other a powder-blue emblazoned long coat trader (read: pirate) with a mind made for machinations, and back in town running from the empires men he ransacked two outposts back. Also one tag-along. Together, with absolutely no planning, the dino-priest lead the group towards the source of a vision he saw one night, of a golden-scaled man in a golden tower, calling to him. He had lit his signal fire immediately, and our bluebell captain picked him up for a trip into town, clutching his dinopedia (literally a random dinosaur alphabet children's book that happened to be lying around in the coffee shop). Meanwhile, as our dino-priest's savage weed- and solitude-addled mind scrambled to find the source of his vision, the captain hatched a plan to get out of town with a bang. He swapped his airship's helium for hydrogen. He hired a new cook, a well-traveled gay dwarf. He took on an old matron of a brothel (as well as a few of her more... handsome girls) as a security and port operations team. He invested in a grappling hook, and then he stuck the pointy end into the emperor's white tower at sunset, spiraling in on it like a tetherball, ready to ignite on impact. The dragon-priest stole into the tower for a long enough minute to see the golden dino god, the unifier, who would bring peace to dino-man-kind, and leapt back onto the airship. The crew then swung down onto the bribed officer's police airship, and stole away as the emperor's symbol of power exploded behind them.

Single best zero-prep session I have ever played.