Every day that passes I feel more estranged. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just along for the ride...and to kill some stuff too. I may be female, but I deserve a little respect. Argh, I once thought I had much to offer my group, even more so after I found of my natural spell casting ability. But, I still don't feel acknowledged. My overall purpose in life isn't just to "hack and slash". My frusterations run deep, and I try and keep my cool. If I get too overly emotional I might end up pissing someone off, killing someone or setting off some crazy spell out of losing control over my emotions. So since none of those options sounds good, I'll just keep trying to wedge my way into the descision making part of the group.... I think I'm going to go spend some time with Tobey, at least she listens to me.

Serena

ATTENTION ALL PCs:

There will not be a game on Tuesday the 20th of May. Instead we will be holding a game on Wednesday the 21st at a location and time TBA. Sorry about the confusion, but the Deadly Ninja DM of Doom has work on Tuesday.

That is all.

Jess

Lost in the vastness of space, the valiant tale of Enoch of Blackmoor and the Defenders of the Golden Hooka, was once thought to be merely a legend. But with a flourish unknown in these parts, Enoch of Blackmoor appears on the scene. With mandolin in hand, he proceeds to sing of tales old...and new.

"Welcome here my friends, to the show that never ends...Gather round close and hear the tale I have to tell. Listen as I spin the yarn of how our motley band destroyed a horde of goblins with the deft use of our rods. The goblin band soon found that we were too much for them to handle as we left them with burning sensation they would feel even beyond this realm....."

It was then that our faithful bard realized that another engagement was pressing, so with a wink and a nod, he spun and left his viewers perplexed.