*Korrigan stands watching the exchange with a slowly-increasing look of amazement. Finally, shortly after Sethreal speaks up, he claps his hands together.* "Well, this is a real screw job, isn't it? You people are crying like a bunch of pansy bitches. 'Oh, you failed us', 'No, you failed us', '...

Beyond Awaits Meet-and-Greet: February 16th, 2008 Hey folks, Mike and I are going to be hosting a Beyond Awaits meet-and-greet at Big Apple Bagels on Apple Avenue in Muskegon. They've been selling the Contemporary Requiem CD there for us and have a large number of customers who are interested in me...

Looks like you had a good time there, Ren. Surrounded by women half the night? Well done, good sir. Well done.

I'm looking forward to Silverleaf this year. I didn't get a chance to go last year, and so now that I'm so close, it's going to be a regular thing for me. That said, I can likely offer crash space for a couple of folks who want to do the Saturday/Sunday combo. I'm only 25 miles from the faire, so it...

Like when in March?

Like Nelkie, I had fun being a Warrior for a change. It's odd, though I know the Warrior path pretty well, I'm not used to actually using it. There was one time when Vince hit me for six and I stood there blinking for a second. I knew that I should be doing something, but in the heat of combat I was...

*Korrigan smiles at Atrum's mention of his master.* "Oh, he found a different land than he suspected, all right. I don't think he suspected this one to be crawling with elves, at least not by the number of men he brought with him. When I found the town I went back to report in and he'd already ...

*Korrigan nods when Robert introduces himself and Atrum.* "I am Korrigan Drochlann and..." *Korrigan's voice trails off as Robert turns away and begins speaking with Atrum. Quickly supressing a flash of irritation, Korrigan relaxes and patiently waits for Robert to finish.* "As I was ...

*Atrum's spot check reveals no hidden ears or make up. The man appears to be human, though his features are clearly foreign. There is a roll tied to his back and a bloody sack slung over the shoulder opposite his sword arm.* "Well met, all of you," the man says as he slowly approaches the ...

*A figure carrying a hooded lamp steps into view about twenty yards ahead of the party gathered on the road. He is wearing dark colored armor and carrying a sword.*

"Hail the road," he says in a rasping voice just loud enough to be heard.

Moving swiftly away from the Inn, a man pauses by the fire pit for a moment and dips his hands into the ash. Blackening his face as he turns away from the pit, the man spies torchlight in the distance. The man stands still for a moment, watching the distant flame. He then steps into the woods, head...

His steps grinding into the debris as he walks across the rubble, a man stops in front of the ruined Inn and reads the parchment. "Order...betrayal...nowhere to run...you will die," he murmurs to himself in a gravely voice. "Sounds like this Final Haven didn't live up to it's name.&q...