“Where do you think it leads?” asked Garrick. “Dunno,” replied the half-orc. “It goes down int’ th’ dark further than I c’n see.” “Let’s see what’s in the altar room,” said Theren. “What about the skeletons?” asked Skrie. “Did anyone but me notice that they didn’t react until we attacked?” asked the mage. “Er,” said … Continue reading Escape and Back Again
The amount of decay of the body under the collapsed stairway indicated that the stairs had buckled within the last tenday. A ladder led down into the lower chamber. Skrie waited at the bottom while the rest of the party descended into the catacombs. Exploring the room, Theren saw a lever against one wall. Pushing … Continue reading Down the Rabbit Hole
Approaching the door carefully, Skrie peered inside the dark entry room. The cleric slipped into a corner, letting her eyes adjust to the dim glow from the doorway. She knew the human cultists were just as night-blind as she, so she figured shadows were safe spots. Hiding in a darkened corner of the entry, Skrie … Continue reading Into the Ruin
First Reader and I drove up to drool in our new house this past week again. Despite the high winds repeatedly ripping some of the protection from the roof (the company keeps putting more back on), it looks good. No squatters of either the four- or two-legged variety have moved in. Those have been a … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 126
Happy New Year, everyone. After a couple of weeks of shouting into the Void about still being displaced, First Reader and I have accepted that the dream of returning to the mountain will have to wait until Spring. Having heard from our sales rep this week, she confirmed what we were beginning to suspect—the house … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 125
Merry Christmas, everyone. Nothing has changed on the building front. The ‘bomb cyclone’ that blew across the United States last week prevented much of anything from happening—well, that and the holidays. Our household spent the coldest days bundled up inside, grateful the power didn’t go out like it did in some regions. The hardest part … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 124
After another week of waiting, we’re still looking for a team to bring our home up the mountain. We’ve had bites but no commitments—yet. I don’t know why we expected this part of the building process to be any different than the rest of it has been. After all, it’s been an uphill struggle all … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 123
This has been a frustrating and depressing week as our building process is in limbo. I called our sales rep this week to ask about the status of getting someone to drag our modular up the hill. The news was dismal, to say the least. All the macho men who last summer crowed about how … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 122
Nothing happened this week except for more frigid weather and snow. Mr. Contractor is still waiting to hear from Ms. SalesRep, saying she found someone to drag our house up the hill. Overnight temperatures have dropped into the teens and single digits, so the slab will get poured after the house is set. Happy, happy, … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 121
Only a little got done at the property this past week. Between the frigid temperatures and the Thanksgiving holiday, Mr. Contractor spent the week with his family. He got the backfill as complete as he could before he left. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunBackfill along the south and west walls. (C) 2022, JJ ShaunLooking south and … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 120
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J.J. Shaun 