Cecil, Article, Dee from Microbrew Gamerz, Damok and KOH hang out and get drunk. They speculate, a lot, on what the new gaming systems will be like. They hammer on the new google product and Article makes it all the way to the end of the show. Now for what you are really interested in.
It’s a beautiful, sunny day on the well worn dirt road. The small band of adventurers continue their long journey from the town of Whitehurst. Whithurst lies West near the mountains. The two bards bantering back and forth. One, a tall, but gentle, firbolg. The other, a deceptive tiefling, playing their flute in between rhetoric. A druid, the newest member of the group, walks in silence observing the rest of the group and looking around as they trek.
The fighter, draped in leather armour under their green tunic and a longbow wrapped around their mid section, walks next to a tiefling paladin. The paladin wearing loud chain-mail armour makes a metal rubbing sound with each step.
Finally a short, high elf cleric walks in the front. Ancient tombs hovering in off to each side as their lips mumble in silence while reading.
The smell of brine and sea water pull at the groups senses as they crest a small hill on the well worn road. A worn wall and large, battered gate can be seen in the distance. “Ah. Saltmarsh” the cleric says to the group. “A coastal fishing town. Much to be done here.” A chill covers the group as a wind blows off the unseen sea. A storm is coming…...