Having watched more Game of Thrones last night in an attempt to catch up with things, I’ve been in a medieval adventure kind of mood (yeh, it happens). While browsing that kind of thing online, I happened across this little pop-culture wonder.
So in an effort to write a little bit each day, I decided to write a poem about the fact that my windshield and my iphone are cracked, and curiously ended up expressing more than I intended to. Go figure, inspiration comes in strange places I guess.
I had a fantastic D&D session today! Okay, so we are playing an evil campaign and I am a half drow with the insect template attached. Right. Well, I have been really struggling with this glass ceiling that restricts my near-epic awesome character to advance in drow society. So I planned all my moves, and today we were in Calimport (we play faerun) which is a great place to launch ideas that require the mindless mob mentality, and I started a Half-Society of political terrorists!! I am so proud. I raised a mob, I blew up some flour silos, and generally caused an incredible amount of havoc! And, as further testament of me thinking like a drow, there was no evidence left behind to link the incident to me and I was still able to make my message loud and clear. This being due in no small part to my wonderful shade companion who kindly pulled off multiple altar memory spells, blaming it all on wererats. Wererats! how perfect can you get! Yes, I am moving up in the (imaginary) world. Some day soon I will have enough power to openly attack the drow house in skullport, then I will become the first half drow woman to be a matron mother!! Teeheehee.