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Dec. 14th, 2015
Thirteenth Age: The Larder
Dec. 14th, 2015 02:56 pmPCs Present:
Virgil the Tiefling Sorcerer. “Amnesiac”. Didn't used to be a tiefling.
Ren the Dwarven Bard: tall for a dwarf, with red skin
Percival the (ancient) Forgeborn Commander, the perfect Dwarven companion robot.
Ewoud Thon, Human Fight. Just mustered out. Broke.
Virgil opens his eyes after what feels like the worse bender ever, up there with the … incident with the summoning. What he sees is a dark, rank lair. Not in fact his flat. And he is sticky. Then details start come back to him: the inn. His companions. The explosion. The dragon. Days of being flown across an unfamiliar landscape, through a vast storm, to who knows where.
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Virgil the Tiefling Sorcerer. “Amnesiac”. Didn't used to be a tiefling.
Ren the Dwarven Bard: tall for a dwarf, with red skin
Percival the (ancient) Forgeborn Commander, the perfect Dwarven companion robot.
Ewoud Thon, Human Fight. Just mustered out. Broke.
Virgil opens his eyes after what feels like the worse bender ever, up there with the … incident with the summoning. What he sees is a dark, rank lair. Not in fact his flat. And he is sticky. Then details start come back to him: the inn. His companions. The explosion. The dragon. Days of being flown across an unfamiliar landscape, through a vast storm, to who knows where.
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