Thoughts

 t he darkness fell upon the city life, once good, had become quite shitty the dead they rose, and the living they fell Vaxier doth opened the gates of hell but five heroes rushed in, not for coin nor glory to cut down the dead, to end this story  the city did cheer, and shed many tears as our heroes closed those gates of hell -Unknown  On the ride home…somewhere south of the city…our hero, the savior of Brekenruune, Sir Thaddeus Quiltaintus Titanus enters Tresseford Place , a boarding house and tavern that requires low coin and even lower morals.  “Well, well…if it isn’t the noble dingleberry hisself, Sir Thaddeus Titanus…savior of pointy’s and innocent maidens alike, eh Thad ?” Randy Shuttlecock spoke through his signature beer spittled grin. A smattering of laughter and guffaws followed from glinting eyes across the tavern.  Sir Titanus hadn’t seen Randy since…well, he couldn’t remember when. Not long enough, though. He felt his blood begin to boil, b...

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...