Dungeons, but no dragons. When dice have a mind of their own,. Though the possibility is known,. Still last weekend was absurd. And with death did we flirt. The wench, courageous and undaunted,. With her fiery flail she flaunted. Only to be put in place. Her cleric level back to base. When quth-maren gazed into eyes. His will empowered through the dice. In cowering fright on floor she crawled.

A place where my inner thoughts can be expressed without the normal inhibitions that prevent me from talking to the people I regularly surround myself with. The next day while on the road we were caught unawares by another pair of orcs who rushed us and landed heavy attacks first on the cleric and also to me. The cleric returned the blow with a mighty swing that decapitated the orc, while i fended my orc off using just a dagger that i sank bet.