A campsite in the middle of nowhere in the Runiverse. A warm ghost rain has just passed, leaving small ectoplasmic droplets that evaporate quickly. The flickering campfire plays against a primitive palisade surrounding the camp. Two seated figures are silhouetted by the firelight.
"And that's when I said, 'Time to cook? Gentlemen, it's time for pigs to fly! All those assholes turned into pigs, just like that. And I threw every last one of them out of the tower! Then I made a mean batch of pulled pork."
"You are one craaazy magic bitch, Wizard #912! Damn!"
"That's been said many times before by prettier men than you, Kaggle, giggle. So... are you really going to try to make this whole warlord turned noble thing work?"
"Yes ma'am. I want to leave my legacy on this land. I want to build, you know?" Kaggle turned at his large, heavy goblin axe, each nick and scratch catching the light of the fire.
"I want to leave something more than all those deaths on Muscle Mountain. A legacy."
Circe regarded the young warrior in his prime. "Well, I owe you one, Warrior #2599. When you need me, I'll be there." She stood up, draped her emerald snake about her shoulders, and disappeared in between one flick of its tongue and the next.
Kaggle gazed in the firelight, envisioning the kingdom he would bring into the Runiverse.
See more about the tabletop roleplaying campaign here: https://www.fabulationary.com/fabulationary-network
By Marty Caplan
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