Chapter one of draft 3.5.1 seems to be largely complete with a scene between Aaron and Jack wrapping it up. Ahh, Jack! How we will miss thee when you’re gone! Chapter one came in at about 3700 words and I’m into chapter two already. iTunes is up and playing (bought more music — again), the main floor of the house is vaccuumed, and I’ve got a fresh cup of coffee and an hour before I’m supposed to find out whether or not I’m working today. We’ll see what pans out.
Had a guild meeting last night for RoA, which went very well, mercifully. God only knows what I’d have done if it hadn’t gone well. It’s such a different animal than AF was, but at the same time it’s really the same.
Jude got threatened last night by a new “evil” guild. It’s nice to be told that someone inside of your own organization wants to kill you…and then even nicer to surprise them by being wholly unsurprised. But that’s the nature of the beast. Jude’s from a noble house of Lordaeron. She’s a member of the Kirin-Tor. She doesn’t always play by the rules of the game–of anyone’s game. Of course people would want to end her. It’s why Lyyn does what she does. But yeah…impressive show of RoA solidarity walking out of the guild meeting. Fun times for all!
It’s not every session your character narrowly avoids getting her face blown off by crazy survivalists. It’s also not every day I throw down my entire hand of cards and manage to find a way out of the mess, either. But when a crazy survivalist in an armed camp in the middle of Nebraska puts a gun to your head and tells you to have the reject from a Trek convention to put down the crazy gun or he’ll blow your head off, and the reject fails to put the gun down…