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From: <raisted@dragonlanceunderground.com> Hello Dear Friends, Well, as you may have noticed, we have yet to update the site. Completely agast at the lack of new material, I climbed down from my barstool and wandered into the office to see what was the matter. Chaos was in charge when I arrived. All the Raistlins were yelling and cursing. The office was in a shambles. Using my powerful skills of deduction, I pulled Niltsiar from behind his rhododendrons and politely inquired as to what the hell was going on. The best I could gather from Niltsiar's ramblings (he'd been sniffing insecticide since the event began), someone had taken all the cubicle partitions and built a maze where Raist666 ran loose like an ill tempered minotaur. R4i5t1in had somehow hacked into Tracy Hickman's desktop and grabbed an advance copy of "Dragons of a Predictable Moon". Whatever was in that text must have shattered his mind, as all he could do was drool on his keyboard and mutter something that sounded like "Two God" over and over. Niltsiar then mentioned something about how after yelling at the Tower Guardian, Lady Raist had grabbed Raistlynn and ran towards the maintenance closet, debating about who got to use the whip. I allowed Niltsiar to return to his flora, and began to survey the rest of the office. The only other sounds came from outside the office door. There sat Kevin Kage, pounding on the door, demanding we post his precious Dal the Dumb or somesuch. Behind him I could view my old friend Tower Guardian. Over his shoulder he carried what appeared to be a picket sign, displaying something about unfair work conditions. As I crossed the room to the door, he spotted me. Ah, but the wonderous fury in his eyes as they met mine. He began to scream incoherently about how all this was my fault and how he'd get poor innocent Raisted for this. I drew the shade on the window, to block his incessant bleatings and the weeps from Mr. Kage. Besides, there is no way I could have caused this. I spent my evening previous with those young Kagonesti acrobat twins at the Inn of the Next to Last Home. At least I think so... In any case, it once again looks like it is up to Raisted to clean up another DLU mess. So here I am wasting my stellar talents on a simple newsletter (that's why the TG writes it, dear readers) and planning our next update. To wet your proverbial whistle, here is what we have planned for what Raistlame calls DLU's Pre Gen Con Show. That's correct, Gen Con is nearly upon us. Before you spend your days fighting through crowds of people who have not showered since Gygax was stamped on the cover, take a glance at our Gen Con Survival Guide: - The 3E converted stats for the DLU Raistlins, in case you don't have time to prep a character for your 6 consecutive game sessions. - A look at the future of professional geeking. - The best places to drink in Milwaukee. (one guess as to who is writing this one) Plus much much more, including another installment of Dal, and a goodie or two from the Crypts. So dear readers, please be ever patient. Your inner geek will love you for it. http://www.dragonlanceunderground.com Raisted P.S. Look for me at Gen Con, I'll be the one in the "I'm F*#&ING Raisted!" t-shirt. "dlu-announce 01-07-25" © Raisted |
