Wildfire Riders

Our son will be rolling a paladin next month, after he masters Calculus and finishes rewriting Shakespeare's complete works.

Does he want to borrow our room of infinite monkeys with as many typewriters?

There will come a day when people hear this and ponder what a typewriter actually is.

The monkeys called, they have this script for Hamlet they want to talk about.

Bricu is a listless, thick, timid shell of himself.

Bellesta fell down some stairs.

Because slug-ghosts don't exist. >:|

Beltar is averaging an hour to an hour and a half of sleep a night. For the past two weeks. He's been thrown out of the Stonefire Tavern for blowing away the wooden chair in his room. Basically, he's a mental and physical wreck who's already been arrested once in Ironforge for what the guards thought was drunkenness and vagrancy, because he'd passed out up against a building.

The Siren's Daughter, a carrack that plies the trade route between Valiance Keep and Stormwind, has accepted a last-minute passenger for their southern jaunt. He paid in cash, and they asked no questions.

Kyraine got very drunk last night for the first time in a while, and wandered off with her dog, extra bourbon, and a pile of dreamless sleep potions. She has no idea if that's a smart thing to do, she just wants to sleep. Blue also likes bourbon.

Shad is so glad not to be plagued.

Narokor has been 'reunited' with Loche. They had a long talk about future business plans.