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A funny thing about faith is you don’t have to be religious to have it. We are told many things when we are growing up, when we are younger, before we even experience the world. A long list of things to not do, places not to go, people not to trust, words that are forbidden and on and on and on. Don’t go outside with damp hair, you’ll catch a cold. Don’t venture out alone into the woods, you’ll be...

I do not understand how these individuals have survived so long without me. They should be commended. Like when a small child learns to walk. It is something they need to do and should come naturally to ensure its survival. Myself- I was walking almost the moment I was born but I am to understand not everyone is as gifted. There is something to be commended about the Great General Pip Manadarin, e...

Hecktor Alabaster would die doing what he loved, trying to save someone else and never thinking about himself. Hecktor Alabaster was born on a hard stone table at his family's home in Northern Candor, the second child of decently well to do and hardworking parents. He came of a people who had been stonemasons for generations, men and women whose bodies became as hard and unbreakable as the stone t...

It’s more beautiful than I could ever have imagine. First the stars and now this. A glimpse of the moment when I first saw her. I can see I have past by many eyes but I only got lost in hers, and to get lost in those eyes all over again? Maybe this is heaven. Sometimes love is as easy as looking at the moon and sometimes it is as difficult as counting the stars. I knew then, just as I know now, th...

Little dragon man always so confused. He like sapling bending away from sunlight. A sapling with mouth like howler monkey. And no ears. Think he knows everything but he doesn’t know anything. He need to listen. Listen like Smilk. Smilk understand. Smilk gets it. If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's Outpost Board Game you can right here ! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for mor...

Int. Gregory Bone’s Orphanage. Night Written by Pep Mandarin Pep: please don’t go o brother of mine Pip: beloved sister, if it was up to me I would stay with you for eternity and a day, but that mean man Hardcastle has tricked me and I now serve him and his stupid cause Pep: please take me with you! Pip: no, I could not in good conscience put you in danger. I love you too much for a life of hardsh...

Here’s a horse, go track that very fast moving carriage. Why yes, it is indeed strange that all the creepy crawlies of Barovia know not to attack them. Why, isn’t it strange that those same creepy crawlies don’t owe me the same courtesy? Who do they think I am? Assassin Vine? It's just not cricket. Should have said to take me with them, drop me off outside the gates. Don’t worry! I won’t sneak int...

Loud ones make good herald. Voices carry. Strong. Like oak. Didn’t think little dragon man would do that. Only small problem. If need to, should be easy kill. If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's Outpost Board Game you can right here ! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Once again I find myself wanting to help and I am yet again without the tools to do so. Moments ago I was prepared to kill these poor souls and now I'm racking my brain trying to think of ways to aid them. Why can't I let this go? Why must you take in every stray you come across? You have a mission. Kill Strahd. Or stop him. A monumentous and impossible task. But let's say it's achievable, will th...

I do not know why he keeps yelling at me when I bring him back from the brink of dead. It’s not that he is ungrateful, or perhaps he is? I do not think he has a death wish. If that were the case, surely he’d have taken any of the many opportunities that has arisen before now. He seems more displeased at the choice of song, but it is just a spell! If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's...

This one has yet to hear from that one or the other one. Why they so rude? Don't they know this one need to know if they go on perilous journey? If metaphor happen and they don't tell, how will audience understand and know greatest journey has deep meaning? This would be great tragedy.  If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's Outpost Board Game you can right here ! Hosted on Acast....

On the Hunt Must be quick. Druid power grow stronger. Must fight. Must destroy. Must kill. Editor's note: around the 40 minute mark we switched microphones for a session, turns out that wasn't a: great choice. Apologies for the next few eps xx o If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's Outpost Board Game you can right here ! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Well Hecktor has gone and left us to fend for ourselves, great, just perfect. Plus everyone hates me, which I suppose isn't that unusual. What was it the monks at the monastery used to say? "Not only are you at your chores young Mandarin, you are also unlikeable in some undefinable way unrelated to the things you say or do." Oh and now we're fighting spiders. Capital. If you're still wanting to pl...

I wish it didn't end this way, but just as day gives way to night, the sun has set on this man's life. As your warming rays begin to fade, we look back and find solace in a life well spent. May their memory, like the sun's enduring embrace, continue to bless us from the heavens. We pray that your radiant light leads them to their eternal sunset. And just as night returns to day, we welcome the onc...

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Okay, it's raining, I'm covered in plants, I've lost count to the amount of times I have been stabbed and I think I can hear someone muttering something about Kerlova? Surely a vampire bride couldn't possible mesmerise one of my allies, they all have such strong will! If only I had known the joys of bleeding from multiple stab wounds caused by evil trees! If I had known about this sooner I would h...

I will do everything to ensure that My Lady is prot- YOUR LADY? SOMEONE SO DEVINE WOULD NEVER LOOK AT YOU AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN A WORM! A worm!? I am Wizard Supreme! YOU are the worm! And I’ll make sure I turn you into one with a simple flick of my wrist! HAHAHA I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY! YOUR STUPID SPELLS WILL JUST BOUNCE OFF MY SUPERIOR AND WELL DEFINED MUSCLES! AS THE FIRST BARBARIAN I WILL CRU...

Pip continues to attempt to lead this ragtag confederacy in the absence of Hecktor. I wouldn't necessarily say that he's doing a bad job. As that would imply that he's at least doing the job at all. Perhaps now that he's once again in charge of a group of men, it's bringing back old memories and that's making him make mistakes. If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's Outpost Board Game...

I hope this is not a mistake, I hope this is the right choice. If there's a chance we can end this with no more bloodshed, no matter how small that chance is, wouldn't I be a fool to not take that chance? He can lead them in my stead. He's done it before and I know it did not end well. But he's grown since then. He has faith. I just hope the faith he puts in me he can put into himself. It would be...

Hecktor's got a fancy invitation and bones above the god boy is seriously thinking of saying yes to a seven course dinner with the literal devil himself. Great. Well done everyone. We really hitched our wagon to the world's cleverest man. If you're still wanting to pledge for the Jarren's Outpost Board Game you can right here ! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In the dungeons beneath Fairburn Point Ser Grace, the realms most celebrated adventurer, was forcefully bonded with an entity beyond mortal comprehension. For some such an incident would spell tragedy, for Ser Grace, however, he saw only opportunity. Now the wheels are in motion for something big, something terrifying. A thousand plans, two thousand eyes, and all requiring a personal touch. Such i...

In the dungeons beneath Fairburn Point Ser Grace, the realms most celebrated adventurer, was forcefully bonded with an entity beyond mortal comprehension. For some such an incident would spell tragedy, for Ser Grace, however, he saw only opportunity. Now the wheels are in motion for something big, something terrifying. A thousand plans, two thousand eyes, and all requiring a personal touch. Such i...

In the dungeons beneath Fairburn Point Ser Grace, the realms most celebrated adventurer, was forcefully bonded with an entity beyond mortal comprehension. For some such an incident would spell tragedy, for Ser Grace, however, he saw only opportunity. Now the wheels are in motion for something big, something terrifying. A thousand plans, two thousand eyes, and all requiring a personal touch. Such i...

In the dungeons beneath Fairburn Point Ser Grace, the realms most celebrated adventurer, was forcefully bonded with an entity beyond mortal comprehension. For some such an incident would spell tragedy, for Ser Grace, however, he saw only opportunity. Now the wheels are in motion for something big, something terrifying. A thousand plans, two thousand eyes, and all requiring a personal touch. Such i...

In the dungeons beneath Fairburn Point Ser Grace, the realms most celebrated adventurer, was forcefully bonded with an entity beyond mortal comprehension. For some such an incident would spell tragedy, for Ser Grace, however, he saw only opportunity. Now the wheels are in motion for something big, something terrifying. A thousand plans, two thousand eyes, and all requiring a personal touch. Such i...