Go into my room upstairs and clean yourself up if you wish Draven replys.

Thank you so much *she walks up stairs into the room. cleaning herself up in the bathroom.*

*returns back down stairs. Her hair neatly pulled back, eye liner on. She smells like lavender. She sits by Draven.*

Crazy storm last night huh?

IMPORTANT! - Storyteller Note: The Storyteller will only do campaigns at 9pm Eastern Time (6pm Western Time) for 3 hour session. It has to be exactly at 9pm. It is preferred that you email me a half an hour earlier so I can prepare your adventure. If you want your character to build on experience points get a group together (no more then 5 and vote who will be the group leader and what adventure you are interested in. One doesn't have to adventure with a group either. One can adventure alone. I will make sure it will work either way.

Also if you are interested in storytelling then please email me. I would be interested if a storyteller would take over mornings or mid afternoons for a campaign once a week or more if desired.

Please add 50 experience points per day when you visit the Green Dragon's Tavern. If you have reached a new level then I will send you your new character sheet each time.

Other ways to gain experience points are:

Recruit a player to join. If the individual joins your character gains 400 experience points.

Write a journal of your character each day and post it below your history on your character sheet. Email me that you wrote a journal and you are rewarded 100 experience points. The journal each day must have at least 50 words.

Coming soon: Participate in the fantasy dating pool in where I draw a picture from your face and transform it into a fantasy being. You will also be asked to answer a 50 question personality survey. Each person you get to join your character gets 300 experience points. If you finish the survey yourself you get 400 experience points.

THE DAILY SINATORIUM CHRONICLE

XI (day 94) of the time of the sun era:

A horrible storm has destroyed many parts of the town. There are many inhabitants who are homeless now. Lord Elkinsinan is sending out help efforts by building tents for those who have lost their homes. Father Mills of the high hills is healing those who have been injured.

The daily lottery numbers are 12, 14, 29, 52, 47, 37. To play Sinatorium's gold lottery one has to visit "Old Flint's Warehouse" for more information. Currently there is 13,542 gold pieces in the pot.

The Sun Era Horoscope

Pixies – Tread lightly on bad tempers.

Wood Elf – Don't fear to wander outside your perimeter.

High Elf – Learning plant lore will create great differences.

Dark Elf – Seeking serenity is best at night.

Dwarf – Shrewd dealings await you.

Hobbit – Laughter is the key to happiness.

Human – Talent is nothing without hard work.

Centaur - What once was will come back again.

Minotaur – Those who don't understand will learn.

Gnome – Spells can be replaced by inventions.

Half- Orc – Arm wrestle is a good way to make hearty friends.

Vampire – The desire to have can overcome the conscience.


Lord Elkinsinan is looking for able adventurers to find the Sacred Sword of Trust. It was his father's possession and has been missing since his childhood. Reward 500 gold pieces. If interested in this adventure then email the storyteller.

<bubble of light floats in from the stable area>

Good morning, gentle beings!

I checked on the griffin, and he's back up on the roof, helping keep watch.

Everyone make it through that storm ok?

I got stuck outside in the storm. I had to hide in a tree. Was pretty bad.

Are you okay now? You're looking pretty together for someone who slept in a tree...<laughs like bells>

<Flies around the room, peeking out the window to see if anything is going on before finally settling on the bar. Pulls out her pipes and begins to softly play them...not really a song, more like a flow of music...and waits to see who else will come into the inn this day>

Draven let me clean up in his room. I feel bad, my body hurts.

Mmmmm, I can imagine. Maybe you could hunt with the griffin, since he's not interested in the blood of his food, only the meat of it. I could ask him if you decide that's what you'd like to do.

<looks around for Samwise or Boromir...>
And it's time for this pixie to eat, that's for sure...just a little something for me! <bells of laughter again>

Sounds good to me! I would love someone to hunt with.

<bubble of light flies out window and is gone for a few minutes. When it returns, the pixie lands on the bar and looks over at the vampire>

Okay, I've talked to the griffin and he agrees. He say that whenever you're ready to hunt, just step outside and wave up at him -- he'll fly over to the forest and meet you there at the pathway that enters it. He can understand some basic human words, so you can tell him "first", which will send him out ahead of you, or "wait" which will let you use your vampire stealth to find something for dinner. If you want him to come to you, he will answer to the human version of his name, which is "Greengages".

<Auryss pulls some yarn out of her little bag and begins knitting spidersilk into a sweater...>

ok thank you so much!

<Auryss folds up her knitting.>

Think I'll go out and see what kind of damage the storm did...
Later!

<flies out the door and heads into town>

Looks like the storm did some damage. Anyone here?

MirrorMirror takes a seat at a table and sings a lonely song,an Ode To A Nightingale


My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,---
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O for a draught of vintage, that hath been
Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new love pine at them beyond tomorrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Clustered around by all her starry fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain---
To thy high requiem become a sod

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:---do I wake or sleep?

"Brilliant!" screams Samwise dancing in circles enjoying the entertainment the gnome bard offers.

The hobbit sees that Boromir had already gone to bed and that Criani Peracien hasn't been back a couple of days. I hope she is alright!

He then closes the tavern doors and makes sure everyone is served well. The minotaur, pixie, gnome, high elf, vampires, and human.

As the fireplace keeps everyone warm and the storm continues the tavern is secure. He then slowly goes up to his room to get some rest.


Storyteller Note: Have a great weekend and I will see you back on Monday. If you want to do a solo adventure on Monday or a group campaign at 9pm eastern time then don't hesitate to email me. Otherwise have a great weekend you imaginative brilliant writers

MirrorMirror sings a song in honor of a great bard whom recently passed away



I'm Gonna Make A Change,
For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . . .

As I, Turn Up The Collar On My
Favourite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street,
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See
Their Needs
A Summer's Disregard,
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On
The Wind Ya' Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere
To Go
That's Why I Want You To
Know

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change)
(Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
Na Nah)

I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish
Kind Of Love
It's Time That I Realize
That There Are Some With No
Home, Not A Nickel To Loan
Could It Be Really Me,
Pretending That They're Not
Alone?

A Willow Deeply Scarred,
Somebody's Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream
(Washed-Out Dream)
They Follow The Pattern Of
The Wind, Ya' See
Cause They Got No Place
To Be
That's Why I'm Starting With
Me
(Starting With Me!)

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
(Ooh!)
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
(Ooh!)
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make A Change)

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
(Ooh!)
I'm Asking Him To Change His
Ways
(Change His Ways-Ooh!)
And No Message Could've
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make That . . .
(Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make That . . .)
Change!

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror,
(Man In The Mirror-Oh
Yeah!)
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
(Better Change!)
No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
(Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make The Change)
(You Gotta Get It Right, While
You Got The Time)
('Cause When You Close Your
Heart)
You Can't Close Your . . .Your
Mind!
(Then You Close Your . . .
Mind!)
That Man, That Man, That
Man, That Man
With That Man In The Mirror
(Man In The Mirror, Oh Yeah!)
That Man, That Man, That Man
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
(Better Change!)
You Know . . .That Man
No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself And
Then Make A Change)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
Na Nah
(Oh Yeah!)
Gonna Feel Real Good Now!
Yeah Yeah! Yeah Yeah!
Yeah Yeah!
Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
Na Nah
(Ooooh . . .)
Oh No, No No . . .
I'm Gonna Make A Change
It's Gonna Feel Real Good!
Come On!
(Change . . .)
Just Lift Yourself
You Know
You've Got To Stop It.
Yourself!
(Yeah!-Make That Change!)
I've Got To Make That Change,
Today!
Hoo!
(Man In The Mirror)
You Got To
You Got To Not Let Yourself . . .
Brother . . .
Hoo!
(Yeah!-Make That Change!)
You Know-I've Got To Get
That Man, That Man . . .
(Man In The Mirror)
You've Got To
You've Got To Move! Come
On! Come On!
You Got To . . .
Stand Up! Stand Up!
Stand Up!
(Yeah-Make That Change)
Stand Up And Lift
Yourself, Now!
(Man In The Mirror)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Aaow!
(Yeah-Make That Change)
Gonna Make That Change . . .
Come On!
(Man In The Mirror)
You Know It!
You Know It!
You Know It!
You Know . . .
(Change . . .)
Make That Change.

[Have a great weekend]

[Still want to do that adventure when you get back]

Samwise jumps in joy dancing around before heading up the stairs to get some rest.