You may notice that this begins in the middle of the story. That's because I believe this sort of story has no real beginning. From the time that people first began to imagine strange fantasy worlds, they worked from everything around them. They dreamed of finding glory in slaying dragons, and visions of goblins haunted their dreams.
And then time froze.
Oh, sure, the world spun onward, as it does. But everything they imagined stayed in its own time, growing into a world that seems ever more impossible, yet increasingly real. There's a reason that most fantasy novels are set in the past.
My friends and I began our quest so that we could become a part of a story that is more than anything that's ever been written about it, and I'm writing this now so that everything we did won't be lost.
In regular speech, my friends and I started a Dungeons and Dragons group (don't judge me) and now I'm going to write the story.
I play as a character by the name "James A'Paddlin".
Let's begin.
For more information about our group, go to swiggingwaterskins.blogspot.com
That's our DM's journal.
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