Listen.
The floorboards are creaking. Something is moving around out there in the house. Its' the middle of the night and you're in bed. It could be an intruder purloining your possessions, a child shuffling bleary eyed to the kitchen, or the house itself restless in its' long watch through the night.
But no, it is none of these. Forgive me but I make those sounds . Venting the ideas that I've spent years bottling from other blogs, books, comics, and movies. Ideas intended to be paired with Role Playing Games like wine to cheese. I make no claims to the quality of this vintage. It is an experiment. Hopefully interesting, or inspirational.
It seems the hour of the blog may be long past. The great masters of gaming blogs have long claimed their domains, built their castles, caverns, citadels, and crypts. Their followers are many and their lands well managed. While other Chateaus of great repute now lay vacant and draped with sheets. Monuments of a time somewhat more golden than this one. This is the stage onto which I enter.
So it is in the dark of night that I work. Pacing the floors, muttering, musing. Go back to sleep. I'll not bother you. Perhaps like the elves and the cobbler I'll make something useful in the night.
