This is all Tolkien’s fault.
If the old fellow had never dreamed up that whole speak-friend-and-enter business, generations of role-players wouldn’t have been frustrated by ridiculous puzzles blocking their paths when all they ever wanted to do was slay a couple monsters and grab some treasure. But since it’s from the pen of John Ronald Reuel, it’s canonical and basically de riguer for any self-respecting dungeon. So here we are.
But hey, who wouldn’t want to spend a summer evening staring at an obstinately shut stone door?
Att least it’s not Pynchon.
Sound like your idea of a rollicking good time? Drop me a line. Tickets still available.
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We play a version of D&D that could not have been written by an AI.
Do we have a playlist? Of course we have a playlist.
All times t.e.
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Wave is alive and well and living in Toronto.
