A cat like me sees a lot of things sitting in odd corners. Few sentients pay attention to cats, unless we are making noise, or are trying to communicate on the move. Over the years, I have collected a number of interesting odds and ends. I once tried giving away a bunch of them, but it turned out that the operation of the various and sundry proved so complex, that it did not work out well for the poor recipient.
So I thought I would give some of them away one at a time. Drop me a line,
And the good news is that at this time there is now 8 players signed up for the campaign. This will allow for all the characters to be involved from the beginning. One player will have to leave earlier than the rest to go to work, but that will be able to be "written" into the game.
Stay tunned for the campaign log to follow......
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.