[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (2 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Hop to the hip to the bip to the bop do the rhythm to the world

there's a rhyhtm to the world.

There's beauty in chaos

That is true 

But when a shovel hits you in the face

You forget about 

The Rhythm of the World.

Time.

Time was the one thing there was never enough of.   You were not dumb.

Not really.

You just didnt't think quikly.  

You felt the world go by

Like you were the slowest of turtles

But smarter than other people thought

And so you never got a break

And so you made your way in the world

And you became Grave Robber

And you made a pact

And the pact you made as

To repay the descration of Death

With the Sanctifaction of Death

But it took a few days

For you to understand the word Santication

But once you had it

You had it and mastered with the strength of the Eearth itself

You dug into the deeper truths

Where once you dug into thought

Then you dug into mystery 

But you do not understand this when you are awake

And you only dream it when you are asleep

And hear whipsers of voices

Vices of deep

Deep and powerful things

You hear the Dreamer

And the Dreamer is in your mind

And your mind is not built like the others

For you are the judge who refuses to call himself a Judge

But it is not a verb but. noun

And sometimes there were times

When Jstice

Was only a thing oyu could do yourself

Sometimes Kings Failed

Sometimes Churches or Priests broke their word

And in those times

The Only Justice That You Had

Was the Justice You Carried

Witin Yourself.

[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (1 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Dreams are where the metadata of infinity

Lives, dies and lives again

When everything is true

And a thought away

It isnt about what is real

So much as

How it connects

Turtles all the way down

Turtles all the way up

Roshomon the halls of dream

Every dreamer a lord

The Dreamer dreams the walls that stay

The Four Towers

And the Four Corners of the Earth

Cair Paravel had four thrones

Each a tower of the compass roles

Numbers are a higher octave than dream

But even dreams can have math

Even if it uses dream math 

Bojo the digger connected to a tree

Kississing Mississippi to try and be

Something other than history

Child Roland to the Dark Tower Came

A field in a million roses for each world

A golden brick road

Or was it Silver?

We're off to see the wizard

We're not in Kansas are we

Through the looking glass

And The Cults the thing

Ease on down the road

Through the Mirror

Straight on and to the second closet on the left

Till morning

The deep magic

Woudln't it be Lucky if there was a layer

On a layer 

On a layer

Its not the loop of time this time

But recursion of the infinite iteration

When you seek revenge

Dig two graves

Both of them for your enenmy

Even when your enemy

Is the Peculiar Purlple Pyram

of Porcupine Geek

Bite the head of a chicken 

Don't be so dramatic

Prestochango rearrango

The blue haze appears

And obscures the yellow sign

Hitch a ride on the Star Twin's magic carpet

And turn that frown to the Upside Down

One Shot: Debt For Life

This is a Funnel Game run by Josh that is based on the game Mothership.   Our characters are chemically induced to Amnesia.  This covers a trailer followed by actual play and is amazing.   So far we have played two of three sessions and it is reminscent of Hellraiser+Cube+Saw.   Not for the feint of heart but with music from Paul Mercer and several other amazing sources it is one of the best limited games I have ever played.

Debt For Life

The Empty Chair

 The Empty Chair

by Emmit Other

There is an empty chair at our gaming table

For our friend

That we knew was in dire straights

Wasnt getting out like we thought

But getting out into the final checkout

In 

The

Sky

only to find out from his beloved

That there will be no more adventures

No more jaunts into the unknown

No dragons slain

No rogues careened with of a questional gangreen variety

We raise a glass in our home hallowed halls

We raise a glass in our hearts

And we raise a glass for the iron company

We will put a place of honor in his memorial

And every time we face impossible odds

Every time we would back down when logic would dictate

We ask ourselves

What would Jon do

And go a little bit farther

And track a little more wonder

And live a little bit more free as a result.

To Jon. To Quix. To our musical departed Finnigan the Rogue.

in his wake we mourn his dust.

See you on the other side of that second star at morning.

Dnd Blog

 This blog belongs to a friend of mine in a game I am in, more to come links for that plus notes on dungeon delving and former logs from mushes

https://fantasticwargameswmass.blogspot.com/

Pericuolo Narr by Pryzal

 

Sardonia Online - Character

Name: Whiplash Decree

Race: Human

Alignment: Lawful Good

Class: Warlock (Undying)

Clan: Original: Unknown, Current: Snow Shepards

Background: Crinimal (sp)

Str: 12 +1

Dex: 13 +1

Con: 15 +2

Int: 10

Wis: 8 -1

Char: 16 +3

Proficiency Bonus: +2

Feat: Prodigy

Skills: Stealth (Criminal), Deception (Criminal),  Intimidation (Warlock), Investigation (Warlock), Sleight of Hand (Prodigy)

Tools: Thieves Tools (Expert/Prodigy, Criminal), Forgery Kit (Prodigy), Cards (Criminal)

HP 10

Cantrips: Spare the Undying, Eldritch Blast, Minor Illusion

Spells: Charm Person, Puppet, False Life, Ray of Sickness

Desired Uncommon Magic Item: Bag of Holding

Background: Whiplash was born on the first tier with early memories of ties to another clan but no idea which.  His earliest memory was being buried alive in a tomb by his mother, Iladria, and spared by a ghostly spectral light that promised great things for him as he scrambled out into daylight.  He spent his formative years acting as a Champion for weaker children in the warrens of the first tier.  He used his gifts from the unknown patron to equalize the bigger bullies who used physical force having acquired such warlock powers at an extremely young age.  

His gifts caught the notice of the authorities, who formally adopted him into the clan and he was reborn in the third tier.  However, what he thought was supposed to be an education was nothing of the kind.  He was put to work immediately acting as a liaison for the school with the criminal elements of the first and second tier to smuggle contraband in and out.  He grew to hate the life forced upon him as a criminal, but he felt he was under the thumb of Korlash, procurer for the school.

Over time, he became very good at his job, making contacts all over the first three tiers and learning how to forge documents to go wherever and whenever he was needed.  As he grew in proficiency, offers to join other organizations grew until finally he took one up on their offer and left the Academy.  Korlash wasn't happy but with the protection of the Amber Knives, there was little he could do.   Things worked out well at first.

However, the Amber Knives were a little too dark for Whiplash's taste.  At first, he tried to look the other way but then they kept asking him to do things he simply found unacceptable.   As it was, he arranged for all of them to end up caught and imprisoned by the watch.  Word got around.  On the one hand, he has a reputation of someone not to be messed with; on the other, many suspect he was responsible somehow for their incarceration since he is the only member of the gang that got away.  Either way, he is now a free agent, but in need of resources in a harsh world.