[A huge orcish trukk, drawn by two massive bears, rattled to a stop. Borky remembered the leader of the Iron Claws as Lubso. When this orc lumbered out of the covered wagon, the wheels actually tilted, sinking into dirt when he shifted his incredible girth. He was absolutely enormous, maybe even as big as Slasha but he was a bit lacking in much brainpower, except to hit things. Plenty of dakka but no gears in the clocka, Borky recalled.]

[Gruul leaned in conspiratorially, putting a big, beefy arm around his shoulders. “Audrey told me that what I thought was happening when I met you lot, was not happening at all.” The warchief looked appropriately bewildered at this admission. “I thought she and Remy—but she told me no. Though, to be fair, she wasn’t sure what was goin on between you and Remy—“

Oh, for—this again. “Gruu-uul,” Greckles groaned, exasperated. “I just got here!”]

[The Blood Axes were all trying to paint their wagons red, believing that might improve the speed. That seemed like a logical enough idea to the rest that someone went and bought enough red paint to coat the wall around Tent Town. Still others mounted their wagons with spikes and streamers (often both). One wagon (the Dawn-Brawlers) had several antlers mounted to the beams and wheel spokes, sticking out into the air like rotating spike arms.]

[Borky sighed and rubbed his brow. “What d’you know about G’nash?”

Mister Borpington perked. “Oh! I know plenty about ganache! It is a smooth, thick chocolate with cream. You can use it in all sorts of delicious desserts! Why do you need to know about ganache?”

Borky stared at him, trying to parse out what he’d just heard. “Whut?”]

The Hands We're Dealt | Part 01

I could not get this idea out of my brain. It kept coming back, wanted to write about Borky more and bring back some of the folks i made up from the first piece I did. So I finally wrote some down. (I listen on the podcast. I haven't even started Campaign two yet.)

[The taller orc straightened. “Warboss, I’m Toknag, second son of Yuthi and Ursine. This one is my younger brother, Rathnak. We heard there was a Warboss here who defeated Agranak, the champion of G'nash of the Blood Axes, at the Mountain of Repetition."

"That's me, yeah, Warboss Borky of Alivast," Borky agreed.]

[“Never before, in all my time, have I ever had two mortals come to me with the same regret. Many are similar, of course, because mortals often fall into the same traps of vice and love. But I have never seen two that were the same that didn’t already know of the other’s presence. And so now, I am very curious to find you here.”

The head swiveled around to Remy. “When you came upon my broken mirror, boy, what were you looking for?”]

It’s lord of the rings month, so I gotta think about it again

The great multi-planar hub, the City of Sigil, also the City of Secrets/Doors [Each slot had a narrow pamphlet with information about different restaurants and attractions in the city ('Annual Autumn Cheese Event! Multi-planar Cheese of Death Competition! Must Register by Midsummer!'), as well as guides on how to get along with the locals ('No Gods Allowed: How Worship of the Lady Can Lead to Your Skin Being Flayed Off'). There was also the very direct 'Get Along or Else', which had a shadowy image of a robed woman surrounded by swords, looming over a city street.]

[Nazsha’s dark eyes were hard, serious and glittering as she went on, quietly, intensely: “You could be a leader one day that inspires others to fight for him. You won’t havta use fear like the chief does. You won’t have to rely on brutality. But you won’t get to do that here, you understand?”

Borky’s gaze flickered down. “If something happens to the chief, I might get killed by one of my brothers.”]

[The creature made an atrocious scream, but it only shambled forward about ten feet before it threw its long arm. It whipped out like a rope, stabbing deep into Task’s chest, sending his bow flipping away from him. The kobold yelped and was jerked off his feet, streaking towards the creature.“ HEY! That’s OUR baby dragon!” Borky roared and took off at a sprint.]

[The rogue pushed himself up from the snow just as Remy reached him. “I’ve got him!” The fighter called, putting an arm around Greckles and lifting him to his feet.

“I’m all right,” Greckles managed, shaking snow out of his feathers and touching his beak. “Oof, might be concussed, haha. Trees are hard.”]

I have been doing some reading about Sigil, the City of Doors for a fanfic I am writing. And this city is crazzzy. Very cool. I’ve also been looking at polearms with slicing blades.

[ Panic nodded his thanks to the orc and poured himself some mulled wine. The routine of settling in for the night during their travels was much the same as this, though they were usually camping out in the chill air. This was cozy, dry and comfortable, like nights they spent at the Sweet Dragon with excellent food and conversation. And no one would have to stay awake and keep watch.]

oh man I have never gotten a shoutout before so I was nerdily excited about it and also kinda freaking out. haha. I wonder if any of them have read it? Connor sounded like maybe he wasn’t sure about it. xDD

Nell again bowed her head respectfully. “They say that Task the Ranger flew a mighty dragon of the clockwork goddess Oreyara to defeat the evil dragonborn, Darkus. And, in the process, saved the Unexpectables and several citizens of Alivast from a cataclysmic ritual that would have rained down hellfire upon us all.”

Task looked down into his mug. “Huh,” he ruminated.

“Seriously, buddy,” Greckles told him, crossing his arms.

omg so I’ve never used tiktok until I saw this video today. Apparently sea shanty tiktok is a thing. I love technology. I was singing it to myself so much that I wanted to add a mezzo line. my voice is kinda raspy for a lady so I can only hit about a mezzo-soprano, but i enjoy singing.

Just the gents vid: https://www.tiktok.com/@_luke.the.voice_/video/6911379912662224133?lang=en And mine, kind of failing to understand how TikTok works. xD https://www.tiktok.com/@sailtheplains/video/6913195867897941253

Lyrics:

There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down O blow, my bully boys, blow