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Monday, September 24, 2012


(After playing Erik’s Dungeons and Dragons game Saturday with Stephen Turner from 6:00 p.m. to 2 a.m.)

Porthos’ Tale

I am Porthos, priest of Olidammara, God of music, revels, wine, rogues, humor, and tricks: The Laughing Rogue. This is the tale of my first meeting with Aeryn, Orrin, and Marzena.

It was the fall when I first met them. By the Elvish calendar, the year was 2012, though no one used those notations ...

Edvard started to violently cough. I asked if he was all right and patted him on the back.

“Thank you,” he said, his coughing subsiding. “Thank you.”

I noticed blood on his hand. He had coughed it up. He wiped his hands together.

“Are you all right?” I asked. “It looks as though you have coughed up blood. This could be something very serious.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, coughing again.

“I am a priest and I am ...

“Horses is what we need,” Aeryn said.

I sucked in my breath between my teeth. I had never liked riding.

“We have these,” Marzena said, gesturing at the draft horses.

“Riding horses,” Aeryn said.

I sucked my breath in between my teeth again.

“We could ride these,” Marzena said.

I sucked on my teeth again.

“They’re slow!” Aeryn said.

“Perhaps we should just walk,” I said.

...

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