Six friends sit around a dining room table, the lighting dimmed for effect, and with paper, pens and dice in front of them. The slightly more articulate of the group sits with a smile of superiority behind a cardboard shield, masking his paper and dice, as he announces to all but one of the group,
“You find yourselves in a flea pit of a Tavern sat around a hearty fire.”
He then slips a piece of paper to the one he didn’t address so that it can be read in private.
And so the adventure, “Quest for Shala” begins.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Wait… what??! No fucking way! It all makes so much sense now! My world is complete. A beam of light is shining down and are those angelic voices I hear?
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