Bob’s table did reflect on a the rare visit of a Celestian; those faithful to the Far Wanderer whom themselves work the spaceways from planet to planet. Dismissive, abusive of their mortal coil, such ascetics nonethless travel richly in spirit..
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Ready’reats Demise, CY 586: The Celestian
Posted in Tales from the Third Table on January 25, 2010 | 7 Comments »
Patchwall’s Dawn, cy 586: Maids armored smile at Southgate
Posted in Tales from the Third Table, tagged in on November 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Bob’s table did hear from sources wild of the Lancer’s soiret past Hommlet’s shorn fields; of hunting and slaying a monster! Our muse sallies forth from the facts into fancy; yet wonders what true story did grace those ruins.
Starday of Brewfeast, CY 586: The Brawling Maids of St. Cuthbert
Posted in Tales from the Third Table, tagged Interlude on May 13, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Tall tales, whiskey and blood doth Mazy’s spray! When clear’d espy those drinking at third place; home to Robert Footswift, Bob’s own table. ‘Twixt tankards do spread crimes and plans most foul; those caught bragging catch the cutpurse’s pick. Worse Bob himself may flay standing liars and cheats caught dressing the table in brass; dress [...]
Month of Harvester, CY 586, Enter Olo
Posted in Tales from the Third Table, tagged Experience Log on January 14, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Tall tales, whiskey and blood doth Mazy’s spray! When clear’d espy those drinking at third place; home to Robert Footswift, Bob’s own table. ‘Twixt tankards do spread crimes and plans most foul; those caught bragging catch the cutpurse’s pick. Worse Bob himself may flay standing liars and cheats caught dressing the table in brass; dress [...]
Month of Harvester, CY 586: Enter Gracchus
Posted in Tales from the Third Table, tagged Experience Log on January 5, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Tall tales, legends and blood doth Mazy’s spray! When clear’d espy those drinking at third place; home to Robert Footswift, Bob’s own table. ‘Twixt tankards do spread crimes and plans most foul; those caught bragging catch the cutpurse’s pick. Worse Bob himself may flay standing liars and cheats caught dressing the table in brass; dress [...]
