Dragonmaster on Silly Mortals
Not that it matters, dear goodly gentles, but, as I've always said through the aeons: Nobody likes a drenched Dragonmaster!
And, as I happen to dwell in that ultimate purgatory lost --- or, as the Mortals refer to it, Harlem, the nation's largest African-American neighborhood --- there are those who know little, not just of Magecraft per se, but pretty much the power of Imagination in general. When Master Richard was alone after the passing of his dear mother all those years agone, the sheer force of Imagination was more than enough to see the lad through; then, as now, he spent his adult years saying that that force was all that he had left in the world without him going completely bonkers. "I'm not crazy," he would often say. "New York sometimes drives a person nuts." Having put up with this town's Mortals for nearly seven years now, I find that I am more and more inclined to agree with that.
And more, through good fellow eccentrics such as the Naked Cowboy (http://www.nakedcowboy.com), Master Thoth (http://www.skthoth.com), Merdwin the Mediocre (http://www.merdwin.com), and of course my burly co-star and partner in silliness, Thor the Barbarian (http://www.thorthebarbarian.com), I have found that, thank goodness, I am not alone as a silly person. In fact, thanks largely to the project wherein I'm presently involved, Thor and Muninn's The Barbarian Chronicles at http://www.moosemeals.com, I get to locate a whole lot more silly people. Now, with Merdwin as my #2, I am leading Blackwolf''s Council of the Wise (which is cool); and eventually, a blog version of that Council will ultimately find its way to Blogger.com as well.
But enough nonsense for now, as my throat is parch'd, and I must begin questing for Coca-Cola Classic!
Until next time,