“If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged for the truth.” — Raistlin Majere More determined than ever to find the damned Mac Guffin and be done with it, the last of the companions trudged through the labyrinth, encountering more clever Dwarf-crafted traps and the occasional skeleton of adventurers less lucky than they, making progress but still lost within the maze of passageways. “I feel like a rabbit in a warren,” grumbled Turminder. “I think it’s lovely!” replied Magda brightly. “It’s so dank and musty. Do you think there are rats here?” “I … Continue reading Werewolf XXXV: D&D, Day 7: Wolves of the Dwarven Depths

If you expect the unexpected, is it really all that unexpected? — Tasslehoff Burrfoot Finally arriving at the labyrinth, the adventurers examined the entrance, comprised of ancient, rough-hewn stone steps leading down into darkness. Noticing some Elvish words carved above the stairs, Hogarth translated, “‘Wisdom will guide you to what you seek, but even wise men die.’” “Wait, how do you speak Elvish?” asked Holimion. “Well, I’m an Elf vampire, you see,” explained Hogarth. “That just raises even more questions!” Holimion exclaimed. “Less talking, more moving!” Turminder growled, brushing past them to lope down the steps and disappear into the gloom. … Continue reading Werewolf XXXV: D&D, Day 5: War of the Wolves

“So evil turns upon itself.” – Elistan, Cleric of Paladine Still reeling from the shock of slaughtering not just an innocent man, but also the one person gifted with the Healer’s touch, it took a minute for the companions to process Amedeo Ladro di Bandiera’s announcement. “‘Dark ichor’?” asked Baern, perplexed. “‘Serial Killer’ beep boop?” chimed in Lady AUTONOMOUS PROTECTION BOT. “Yes!” Amedeo repeated grandly, “’Tis I who am the Serial Killer in the ebony night – gorgeous, terrible, sensuous.” “You mean to say you’ve been responsible for these mysterious murders amongst us?” Turminder glowered, reaching for his bow. “Well, no,” admitted Amedeo. “But … Continue reading Werewolf XXXV: D&D, Day 4: Time of the Wolves

”I’m going to talk to you like an older sister.” — Goldmoon of the Que Shu Shaken by the loss of Indy (and the existence of murderous unicorns), the company hurried through Darken Wood and reached Haven just as the sun began to set. At a loss for any better course of action, they decided to ask in the local taverns for news of the Mac Guffin. They had no luck at the Steel Tankard, nor the Seven Centaurs, nor the Haven Arms. At the Grinning Goat, they thought they’d found their answers in the form of an old cobbler whose … Continue reading Werewolf XXXV: D&D, Day 3: Wolves of Spring Dawning