ail and well-met! The current instance of our gaming group has been meeting regularly since 1993 when one Archbishop Fruenlaven, then barely an acolyte, dug up the grave of a beloved witch.
uch Woe has since elapsed.
ndeed, within this edifice you shall find stories, logs, and original artwork all emanating from Fr. Freunlaven's sinful violation of humanity, Nature, and The Multiverse. While not a pretty site, it has provided us a wealth of stories told in the fine tradition of role-play gaming.
e invite you to read along, appreciate our pretty pictures, and hopefully come to understand our weird preoccupation with a life-long epic that keeps some among us from strangling our spouses. Never, in the long and terrible history of The Multiverse, has there ever been a better excuse to eat and drink together.
