Tonight I need solitude. After a long soak at the bathhouse, I gave Mickey Mac some extra silver for my own room. I need quiet. There is enough noise in my head; I don’t need people to add to it.
As I passed through the common room I heard Various telling the story to a group of strangers. Somewhere she’d found or been given a paper crown. It clung to the back of her head, ready to fall the next time she threw her head back to laugh.
Yes, let’s all hail the queen, the crazy queen. (more…)
So we were faced with a new dilemma last week, narrow rope bridges. How do we ensure that the whole party makes it across this series of bridges alive? With a bebolith hot for adventurer blood?« Newer Posts — Older Posts »