A desperate fight
Well, gentle readers, so much has happened lately. Where do I begin? I'm sorry for the dearth of posts over the past year; it's just that with the PCs out of my life, and so much more going on, I really had no time to navigate my browser over to potionguild.blogspot.com. I'm sure you understand.
I'll take a moment here just to rest after an exhausting day testing the owlbear generator. Yes, it's true! I'm back in the 'Owlbear Game' as we say. But truth be told, it's not so much a fun experimental enterprise as it was back in the day. It's now a desperate fight for survival. Our survival. Survival for them and for us.
The Knights of Armek arrived. Several months ago, out of nowhere. Just like she predicted, just like I dreaded would happen, just like no one listened to be about. But there's no time for bitter smarminess now. The Knights arrived, and they destroyed Greyhelm. The survivors fled north- some to Fflar, some to Durth, and some to our little village of Grito. Oh yes, dear friends, I forgot to mention that I'm now the Burgher of Grito. (Technically, you might call me Burghermeister, but I prefer 'Burgher' when I'm around my people.)
The Royal Greyhelm family made it to their summer vacation home off the coast. My understanding is that Greyhelm Castle has been levelled, and not in the fun, roll-a-new-hit-die sense of the word. In a horrible, awful sense.
In any case, we're doing what we can, as it's unclear whether we can expect help from Durth.
Oops, sorry readers, need to attend to some urgent business... owlbear business!
TTYL, GV.
I'll take a moment here just to rest after an exhausting day testing the owlbear generator. Yes, it's true! I'm back in the 'Owlbear Game' as we say. But truth be told, it's not so much a fun experimental enterprise as it was back in the day. It's now a desperate fight for survival. Our survival. Survival for them and for us.
The Knights of Armek arrived. Several months ago, out of nowhere. Just like she predicted, just like I dreaded would happen, just like no one listened to be about. But there's no time for bitter smarminess now. The Knights arrived, and they destroyed Greyhelm. The survivors fled north- some to Fflar, some to Durth, and some to our little village of Grito. Oh yes, dear friends, I forgot to mention that I'm now the Burgher of Grito. (Technically, you might call me Burghermeister, but I prefer 'Burgher' when I'm around my people.)
The Royal Greyhelm family made it to their summer vacation home off the coast. My understanding is that Greyhelm Castle has been levelled, and not in the fun, roll-a-new-hit-die sense of the word. In a horrible, awful sense.
In any case, we're doing what we can, as it's unclear whether we can expect help from Durth.
Oops, sorry readers, need to attend to some urgent business... owlbear business!
TTYL, GV.
posted by Master Gregory Vrill at 5:16 PM
1 Comments:
Look, I really don't have time to post right now, you know, because I'm currently riding a horse. Have been for a few days now I guess. Besides, I sent you guys away. Couldn't stay away, could you? No. No you couldn't. You're like some awful stalker girlfriend or something, you know that? I bet you cut into your arms and write poems with lipstick and stuff. God, god, please! You were supposed to go to sleep in that house and stay asleep like, mm... I forget. Like Dick Van Dyke? That's close. Anyway, die.
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