5.10.2006
Day ?: Vrill's Aside
Vrill yawns. "Great. Shoulda picked up a paperback." He sits down on a gravestone.
Vrill looks over at Renwick. "Can't I trade jobs with this guy? He can be the goddamn archnemesis mastermind evil wizard, what-have-you. I'll be the PC and advance this story along just fine. Fuck it, hey Mr. Dungeonmaster." Vrill cups his hands around his mouth and speaks up to the sky. "I'm going to search for frickin' secret doors. Nevermind, I roll a 3."
He looks down at the gravestone he's sitting on, and reads out loud. "'Mr. Shellbourne. Trent. 2817-2865.' Huh."
Vrill looks over at Renwick. "Can't I trade jobs with this guy? He can be the goddamn archnemesis mastermind evil wizard, what-have-you. I'll be the PC and advance this story along just fine. Fuck it, hey Mr. Dungeonmaster." Vrill cups his hands around his mouth and speaks up to the sky. "I'm going to search for frickin' secret doors. Nevermind, I roll a 3."
He looks down at the gravestone he's sitting on, and reads out loud. "'Mr. Shellbourne. Trent. 2817-2865.' Huh."
