My GM offered that my warlock might start to become corrupted by the wrist device and make an unwilling pact with Lolth through it. I've been going for a half light/half dark theme with this character, so being a simultaneous priest of good Eilistraee and a warlock of her evil spider mum has an inclement future that's making me positively giddy whenever I think of it.

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In one game, I run a half-drow light cleric of Eilistraee (the single good drow deity) whose party is escaping from being drow prisoners in the Underdark. In the process, the prison's Lolth priestess offered to train my cleric and she got a nasty spider knicknack attached to her wrist, an unwanted comms link to the Spider Queen. (more)

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I'm a couple weeks from my 2nd pandemic move, having just bought a house (for too much, like everything on this market)... so things are chaotic AF. Yet in the midst of this, I'm guarding time for 2 (soon 3) TTRPGs, and diving into the worlds like I haven't for years. And it's good. (more)

Wombats are the only Earth creatures to poop cubes. The article I read about this used the phrase "six-sided brownies."

I need to make sure I put this phrase to good use in our Pathfinder game sometime.

“Wonder Woman and She-Ra were fine, but Grendel’s mother was better. She had a ferocious look and seemed to give precisely zero fucks.”

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33. Although I enjoyed them, I was surprised to see All the Birds in the Sky, Brown Girl in the Ring, and Jade City in the list, out of all fantasy in the time frame.

Fall Coat Weather soap
Deep red maples and heavy black cashmere.

(This soap contains activated charcoal, honey, and goat’s milk.)

It’s a gentle slope
of a goldenrod blanket,
this cradle of Earth.

Waiting in the Pumpkin Patch soap:
Notes of warm pumpkins, maple sugar, patchouli, cedar logs, and cinnamon stout.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

― Mary Oliver

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I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

Follow-up: Lemongrass-infused gin is nice.

Lavender-infused gin is reeellly nice.

Linvilla Orchards:
Honey bee on raspberry bush.
A bit of the orchards (raspberry and corn, here).
Charismatic goats. As described by their website.

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During this pandemic year, I’ve forgotten how to go safely out in the sun for long periods. So I’m sunburnt, but in possession of delishus fruit loot picked by my hands at Linvilla Orchards today (raspberries and crimson crisp apples).

Also, the loot from their market: creamy chipotle sauce and chocolate fudge are hits. Haven’t yet tried the cherry butter, apple sassafras butter, strawberry fig jam, red currant jam, cheddar chive scones, or pumpkin cranberry white chocolate cookies.

Looking forward to the lavender version.

I'm also inclined to try Harney & Sons' Hot Cinnamon Spice tea infusing whiskey with maybe some ginger beer or cider for fall.

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Medievalists and Medieval-adjacent. Sort-of.