Busy, Busy Day!

Deer Readers, even as I write this, via voice to text, I am trying to get last minute things completed!

You see, a week from today marks the beginning of my stores new season of Adventurers League, The Wild Beyond the Witchlight. And let me tell you something: I am super excited.

Remember when I told you that my favorite pre-published adventure written to this point was Waterdeep: Dragon Heist? Yeah, that adventure is now second favorite.

Obviously I can’t spoil anything at this point, especially as a number of my readers are going to be playing this game! But that said, this is going to be one heck of an adventure.

As for what I’m getting ready: that’s pretty easy. I am trying to get folders done for each of my Dungeon Masters, so that when they run the first game come this next Sunday, they will have all the tools they need at hand to be able to run the adventure at their fingertips.

I have a cheat sheet, maps, player’s guides, and log sheets. I will have some other handouts later on as they are needed, I just didn’t have the time to get all of it done and printed as well as sorted. I plan on having one hand out, which is a bunch of small cutouts, all already cut out and put into baggies for each DM.

Additionally, as it already has been released I am super excited about the inclusion of a vorpal sword and the jabberwock.

In the spirit of this adventure, I am now going to produce for you the poem of the Jabberwocky.

Jabberwocky
BY LEWIS CARROLL

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.