Events, unrelated though they may be, create ripples in the water of a thousand worlds.
Strangers are often drawn together by chance but after such a confluence shall never be strangers again.
...And so it began.
Three lost in the black, old life in dazzling flames.
A fourth abandoned in wild places.
The fifth saught a Dark Stranger, but fled from another.
The final seeks to keep the wolves from the door.
And the pig seems fine.
This Wednesday I intend to run what might be the last session of the set-up, if we get the right people. Whatever happens, I intend to run
something, and may just inflict some improvisation on those who do show, if we're lacking certain people.
If you are feeling like being kind to your DM, post below whether you'll be making it to the shop or not.
