The Diseased Imaginings of a Tainted Mind
A Short story written for the Geek and Sundry “Let’s Write” vlog. Thought I’d give it a go
Armand was a dead man. He knew it, and frankly, it was a good way to die. The bar behind him was filled with cheers and laughter. Even the Old Storyteller, one of the Aesir, was back, entertaining children with his meandering stories.
This was the end of the world as he, and his party knew it. His small group had been the ones that had brought it about, and only just escaped. It was the reason why he was a dead man. The important thing, at least to this once-selfish mage, was that they were not.
Breaking with tradition, I’m uploading my sermon about the nationals now. This is a draft but may very well remain unchanged, depending on the time that I have.
The readings for this sermon are :
Acts 3:12-19, 1 John 3:1-7, Luke 24:36-48
Ultimate Roleplaying Purity Score
Has conversations in between massacres
There is no player. There is only…. Zuul.
Worldbuilder, storyteller… Master.
Played in a couple of campaigns
|Livin’ La Vida Dorka||32.18%
Carries dice in pocket ‘just in case’
|You are 43.2% pure
Average Score: 68.8%