Thoughts

Whilst playing the table top Dungeon World, another world was created. And in this world, a knight of aristocratic birth becomes a hero amongst a band of brigands and ne'er do wells...who also rise to the occasion. The whole story is too long to tell here. So here's a side quest. Sir Thaddeus Titanus,  savior of Brekenruune, stepped outside onto the front of Mother’s estate. With his arms outstretched, breathing in the floral scent of the rose garden, he expelled a massive fart. He walked casually by the Fontaine du Blenenheim, a masterwork of stone craftsmanship built upon the entrance of the great estate by Thaddeus’ maternal great grandfather Marleton “Marty '' Blenenheim. Thaddeus paused and regarded the fountain, never having noticed the half-man, half-goat statue spouting water from his phallus. How could he have missed that all these years?  “ Heh. So old Marty had a sense of humor, ” Titanus muttered to himself.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept the...