Hang on a second...

Our usual scribe is having a little break. Well, she's actually back playing the game instead of transcribing a blow-by-bloody-blow, inch-by-bloody-inch description of our antics.

Luckily for us, our Bard, god bless him, has offered to help out a bit. Well, he didn't exactly offer as such, but it's the thought that counts. Anyway we just hope to keep him busy enough for our cleric to prepare that bless spell.

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Stupid things we've overheard...

But it was supposed to be foolproof!

Random Quote

I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself: “What does a black man have to do before he’s given respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T, so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.”