I TOLD YOU SO

Oh no. Oh my. I- I am speechless, dear readers. The unbelieveable, the impossible has happened. No, no, no. It is unbelieveable. I can only take condolence in four simple short words.

(More to say later.)

A fish story

Well my friends, that was a nice vacation! Vrill here, 'blogging' from the porch of my suite in a fabulous Fflar hotel. I've got a great view of the sea here, and I'm sipping a fantastic chardonnay. Delicious.

Master P and I have been going fishing for the past week or so. At first I wasn't catching much, but then I caught a nice big salmon! It was a bit past the legal limit, but Master P knows some people who knows some people, if you know what I mean, and we sumptuously feasted on our catches later that night. Some salmon, a light garlic butter sauce, maybe some prawns as an appetizer, plus what was probably the best souffle I've ever had. Magnusson's is a fantastic restaurant, I must say. Four out of four stars, as the Druid Smallwood would say.

It took me a little while to get my 'sea legs', and I suffered from a bout of seasickness until I learned an 'old salt's trick'. White wine and crackers, all day long! I recommend you try it, dear readers, if you ever find yourself doing the 'landlubber lambada'.

This is the life. No PCs, no Knights of Armek, no collies. I wish my wife were here though.

What's next for old GV, you might be wondering? Well, Master P and I had a long chat about what the future might hold, especially with the strange tidings in Durth these days. I'm going to pay an old friend a visit, is what I'm going to do. I think things may be looking very nice! I won't say any more right now except to say that 'Burghermeister Vrill' has a nice ring to it.

With that, I leave you my friends,
GV.

Playing The Stock Market

So I've discovered this new thing called blogshares.com; you should check it out if you have a moment or two. It doesn't necessarily have the most intuitive interface, but anyone with at least passing intelligence can figure it out.

I'm sort of angry at them though; I've logged our good website here, "The Potion Guild", and have yet to receive my free 1000 shares. It seems that Mike the zombie, who somehow managed to escape my cunning and oh-so-interesting trap, has more shares than I do presently! Perhaps I shall take a cue from ABCDMM and go kill him and take his shares. That is how it is done, yes?

I wrote a terse email to the webmaster of blogshares.com, and as of yet have received no reply. So my instructions above, dear reader, to 'check out' this website are tempered with the following caveat: beware of zombies who have nothing better than to sit around all day on their computers hoping some blog will soon become available for them to mark as their own before the good owner is able to figure out how to do it.

I leave tomorrow for Port Fflar! A good friend of mine has a boat; we're going to do some fishing, catch some rays; I predict that there is a mojito in my future! And perhaps a new job opportunity...

Cheers,
GV

FINALLY

A HA HA HA HA!

YES!

You might be wondering, blogosphere, why I am rejoicing today. Well, if you'll kindly point your browser towards the criminal confessions website ABCDMM and 'friends', you'll glean the answer to this riddle.

No no, I'll wait, you just go ahead. It's linked on the sidebar, go take a look.

(Waits.)

Back again? Well then, dear readers, I myself have a confession to make. That 'Vrill' you saw? That wasn't really me! Heh heh! Yes, it's true. As much as I hate illusions, I have to admit that sometimes they are useful. And of course, ABCDMM wouldn't expect me to use such a devious strategy! They just charged right in, stupid as could be, into my cunning trap. Of course, I knew that they were going there, and was able to alert Apprentice Steve to their impending arrival minutes before they got to the warehouse. How did I know this? Well, dear friends, I'll leave that as an exercise to the reader. I can't give away all my cunning secrets just yet!

You see, some time ago I received an exclusive catalog in the mail, with a special offer for Masters of the Potion Guild: a mirror gate! I instantly realized what potential such a device had as a trap. While others might suggest that mirror gates are best used for personal transportation, demon summoning and the like, I've learned from the mistakes of past wizard NPCs. All those plans go to hell, if you'll excuse the pun. I reasoned that, given that ABCDMM were PCs, they'd be very hard to kill. Case in point: they went up against the Grand Master of Flowers and none of them died, ergo, their DM sucks. So how could I get rid of them, without killing them? Bingo, gate them away. They're now... well, let's just say it's a special place, and I don't have to worry about them for a very, very long time.

It feels nice, you know? All this time I've been worried about being butchered in my sleep or such. Now, I think it's time for good ol' Gregory Vrill to take a nice long vacation. Maybe head up to the Port and do some fishing. That sounds nice! Ha ha, dear readers, perhaps next time I post to my web blog I'll regale you with a whimsical 'fish story'! Goodbye, for now.