By Besheba's left.... ANOTHER ONE?!
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From snowdrift deep and stormwinds pale,
They stumbled forth with frosted ale.
A lute in hand, a nose quite red—
“I’ve tales to sing and bards to dread!”
So gather 'round, both brave and small,
The blizzard brought your loudest scrawl.Greetings all, town folk and good wifes!
It has come to the attention of the lofty lords of the land, that you good folk had found too much excitement and joy in your new plots, new city landscape and your new DM the Sphinx! And thus, the lords delved deep into dungeons and magicians workshops, and conjured up I, the Balladeer - Nemesis of the mighty Sphinx! Where it is kind, and good with words, I shall be cruel and with poor rhymes! When the Sphinx summons thee to a quest of great imagination, I shall find Spiffys ancient suicide goblins!Long story short, I have been appointed to help get our lovely new metaplot up and running, and do my very best to make the city come alive for you all! Bear with me for a time, as I learn how to navigate the DM client properly - yes I will likely misclick you to the fugue from time to time, and yes, I will bring you back to life when I do.
As soon as I have found my footing, I intend to run quests and events announced in advance - and in the mean time, PM me with your plot ideas, advice seeking and anything I can do to help you have fun.
Oh, and for anyone wondering... Yes there ARE unicorns and infinite beer in the DM locker room!
