Breaking the Holidays (or a Holiday Break?)
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all that fun stuff.
Bah Humbug.
I just had to throw that in. We wouldn't be Raistlins if I hadn't.
Ah, an update, you're finally saying. Yes, we really did an update. And no, this isn't a once in a 3 month plan. I guess we do owe the loyal fans an explanation though.
Nah. You should just be happy we updated, and a somewhat Christmas themed one too.
Events have been really insane for this slightly deranged group of mages lately. I can't believe how sometimes the road changes directions and you wind up somewhere that you never planned on being. Goes to show that even the best laid plans, aided with a crystal ball, spectral minion, and scroll of plane shifting, you still wind up somewhere that you didn't want to be. Or didn't prepare to land there at least.
It appears that our tower of bad sorcery has been slated as "unlivable". I'm still not sure what we did here that caused the gnomish inspector to give it a failing grade, although I suspect the experiments in the basement might be part of the reason. Suffice to say, it's the last tower Mr Gnomish Inspector will ever get a look at, but we have to face the writing on the wall. Our tower is... well... down in the dumps.
So the Raistlins are packing up their computers, their spellbooks, their beakers and toys, and loading them on a rickety old cart. There's a tower just over yonder that we've had our eyes on for a few weeks and while the outside looks just as bad as this tower, it's a lot more spacious. They say it's a "fixer upper". If that means work, I don't think any of us will be bothered. I think I'll just hire a few extra slaves to do the maintenace. Or summon up a few spectral guardians.
We're mages. We hire goons to do that stuff for us. Most of us are wimps and couldn't carry a sack of potatoes from the pantry to the kitchen. And I might break a nail. Do you know how much a manicure costs in this town? Besides... sweating should only be done when one is having fun. Write that lesson down in your notebooks kiddies.
That being said, we're taking a vacation. Not a permanent one, like the way Steve Tyler might request, but a short one. One in which we will not think of the Underground or anything funny. We're going to be very strict and morose... no laughing allowed. We figure by the time our vacation is over, we'll have so much pent up laughter, we'll just spill it all over on to here.
With that, my dear readers, we wish you and your loved ones happy holidays and enjoyment for the next few months. If you think of anything funny or entertaining, feel free to send it to our submissions box. We'll be keeping our mailboxes open if you want to send us love letters, adorements, and fan mail. Anything that looks like stalking mail or threats or criticisms will be forwarded to the Tower Guardian. He's lonely enough that any mail he receives will guarantee you a return fan for life. Believe me... you don't want him parked on your doorstep with a bouquet of dead flowers. Considering he'll take them from Nilstiar's plants, we can't guarantee their friendliness either.
So adieu my friends, and we will see you early in the new year!
The staff of Dragonlance Underground
(and Tavin Springfingers and the Tower Guardian too!)
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