Grimmdom
Blacksmith
...drums...drums drums in the deep. We can't get out...A shadow lurks in the dark...they are coming.
Or something along those lines.
Hail, folkmen. I'm what I call a second generation role-player (2000's on up; 1990's being the first), and after retiring from the abyss of what was known as the pre-smartphone-esque role-playing world, I've come to miss it dearly and wish to stoke the embers from which it burned. Hopefully, I'll be able to grease these ancient joints through new adventures alongside the young and old alike. And be warned, I'll kick your ass at bingo. Your perfect d20 rolls will not save you.
As for myself, I like long walks along the brim of Mount Doom, candlelit Sunday BBQ's, and romantic raids along the shores of Westeros.
Prepare for the worst, expect the best. You have been warned, now twice.
Zoddamn, I feel old. Where'd I put that cane?
Or something along those lines.
Hail, folkmen. I'm what I call a second generation role-player (2000's on up; 1990's being the first), and after retiring from the abyss of what was known as the pre-smartphone-esque role-playing world, I've come to miss it dearly and wish to stoke the embers from which it burned. Hopefully, I'll be able to grease these ancient joints through new adventures alongside the young and old alike. And be warned, I'll kick your ass at bingo. Your perfect d20 rolls will not save you.
As for myself, I like long walks along the brim of Mount Doom, candlelit Sunday BBQ's, and romantic raids along the shores of Westeros.
Prepare for the worst, expect the best. You have been warned, now twice.
Zoddamn, I feel old. Where'd I put that cane?
