Space! The final frontier! Yeah, I suppose we gnomes have been working in space for several centuries at this point, but you get what I mean, Gnomie. I was trying to be dramatic. It can take a lot out of you, waking up on a lonely comet every day for fifty years. Leaves a gnome wondering about what’s important in life. Sure, I suppose this ritual to keep the sun burning is a pretty big deal, but a 50 year stint on this gods-forsaken pile of ice and rock can really leave a gnome wondering about his life choices. I suppose I should be grateful that I’m not one of those Starborn getting thrown into the sun, but I wouldn’t mind stretching out in the grassy plains of Fylara either. Would a week’s vacation every year be too much to ask? At least all our preparation will pay off tomorrow when the ritual’s over. We’ll finally get to go home and enjoy a peaceful life free from any sort of adventure or excitement. Yes sir, no explosions or crazy magical mutations for me! Oh, there’s the signal; time to go watch the completely uneventful ritual. Should be nice and boring.
This week our adventurers… are taking a break, so instead RPGentlemen presents a one-off adventure David is calling Sun Son (much to the chagrin of everyone else). Listen in to all the excitement and non-canonical hijinx as Patrick, Sean, and Steven try their hands at keeping the sun from being extinguished by the forces of darkness. Can their righteousness prevail over their own ineptitude? Find out on The Sun Son Campaign!