Thursday rolls around once more and my favorite role-playing group once more gathers for their weekly session. Bert arrives first, as usual, followed by the rest of the gang. “So, who’s got a story?” asks Bert. Julie opens her notebook to a page filled with writing. “I do,” she says. *** Skrie crouched on the … Continue reading Skrie: Gathering Information
The Stained Stein buzzed with the usual gossip. The clientele, mostly those folk that lived above the nearby shops, knew each other, and strangers elicited silent stares. Most denizens of the neighborhood didn’t take kindly to unknown (to them) threats. Teppo, the proprietor of the Stained Stein, surveyed his domain. While it was home, and … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett
“Questions?” asks Bert. “Not about Tiernen, no,” says Julie. “What about Noxport? It would help to know about the city Skrie came from.” “I thought you’d never ask. Noxport is the south-westernmost port city of the Western Kingdoms. City leaders positioned themselves as trusted trading partners with the orcs of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a … Continue reading Adaran: Noxport
Bert pulls out another hand-drawn map, this time of a town. “Tiernen was built at the crossroads of two trade roads.” He points at a mark at the western end of the east-west trade road. It sits along the path leading north to Port Ramall and south to Noxport. “It started as a small human … Continue reading Adaran: Tiernen
Thursday rolls around again and the usual group gathers in the back booth of The Jaunty Mug. My avatar, Stevie, acknowledges them as they enter. He prepares their drinks as they settle in for an evening of storytelling. I can’t wait to see how their world unfolds. “I owe you an apology, Chuck,” says Bert … Continue reading Naathyn Greenleaf: Scion of Rithraunen
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “Meegan finally told me a story,” says Sandra. “Oh good, I thought we were going to have to wait until next week.” “Not quite. It’s not a cheery scene, but it’s a start.” ### Meegan woke to a heated conversation outside the den where she and Mother slept. One voice she … Continue reading Meegan Redoak: Outcast
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “I’ll go,” says Mac. “I’ve been giving my main man, Roland, some thought. Like many adventurers, he has a tragic background.” He throws his hand dramatically to his forehead as he says this. “Do tell.” “Well, he started life looking for gems. He searched for gemstones for his family deep in … Continue reading Roland Firestone: The Last of His Clan
“Heyla, Bert,” says Stevie as Bert the coffee shop. “Hey, Stevie.” “Okay,” begins Bert when everyone arrives and drinks are served, “last week, I said I wanted backstories. Let me hear what you got.” “I’ll start,” says Yvonne. “I created a war priest named Aeryn Qillian. I toyed with the idea of making a fighter, … Continue reading Aeryn Qillian: Training Day
“Heyla, Stevie,” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug. “Hello, Bert.” says my avatar, Stevie, as he brews Bert’s double macchiato. Julie arrives next, followed by Sandra. “I couldn’t help myself,” says Julie, half apologetically. “My character won’t leave me alone, so I had to write another story about her past.” “You’re making me … Continue reading Skrie: Get Out
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “Heyla, Stevie,” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug. “Hello, Bert.” Stevie brews Bert’s double macchiato. The group trickles in. “Did Dave forget?” asks Mac when everyone else has arrived. “Or is he going to bail on us?” “Again?” asks Sandra. “We should have expected it.” “I’ll play his character. … Continue reading The Legend of Ashta’Qi
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