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.)
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.