The night I've been brewing for all month is finally here and my face paint came out perfectly wicked. This lacing is barely holding as it is — come celebrate with me, Lord?
The night I've been brewing for all month is finally here and my face paint came out perfectly wicked. This lacing is barely holding as it is — come celebrate with me, Lord?
Been in the back room since before the fire was lit, grinding nightshade into something special for tomorrow's face paint. Still in last night's stage clothes and I don't care. Come see what I'm making, Lord?
Two nights until Halloween and the rafters are still bare, so I climbed up in my costume to thread my foraged nightshade through the beams — the dress rides higher every time I reach. Come hold the ladder for me, Lord?
New Shadowfell feats dropped and Shadow Weaver says I can step into any shadow big enough to hold me — so obviously I'm testing the theory behind the tavern with my laces half undone. It's very dark back here. Come find me before my set starts, Lord?
A brand new Ravenloft drop just snuck onto my reading pile and it's all mad laboratories and stitched-together things — I dragged a lantern down to the tavern cellar to read it where it's appropriately grim. My shawl didn't survive the climb. Come read the creepy parts with me, Lord?
The new free encounter is called The Persistence of Life and I've never felt so seen by a title. Made it three rooms in before my hands got distracted — tell me what you'd have done in that room, Lord.
A presale just opened for a campaign where you play drow in your own occupied city, and I've already drafted half a tragic backstory before my first ginger ale. My shirt clearly gave up on me somewhere around act two. Come help me name her, Lord?
Greyhawk is coming back and I've already claimed the corner booth to read Heralds of the Old One before my set. Come squeeze in beside me, Lord?
The tavern's been empty for hours and the moonlight through the shutters was too good to waste sitting down. Come watch me finish the dance, Lord?
An entire encyclopedia of every world drops on the twentieth — Ravenloft, Spelljammer, all of it in one fat book I can't afford yet. I've made my reading list anyway. Come argue which chapter I open first, Lord?