The Blog of Roon

Some out-of-character backchat:

Alan: (Since nobody has seen or heard hide nor hair of Heartbreaker in 15 years, there’s no reason his name would come up, or in fact ever will. Unless or until Keph LoCaine spills the beans.)

Me: (Who’d believe LoCaine?)

Alan: (Right now he’s got more pressing matters, like trying to get someone to regenerate his leg.)

Me: (Heh.)

Alan: (Sadly for him, most of the people with that kind of healing power either hate evil, or hate him in particular.)

Me: (yeah, well, drawback of the whole Evil Psycho Bastard thing)

(Dragonhunt)

I can’t use it because it’s dreadfully anachronistic, but the famous Abenamar romance (pronounce as in Spanish, please) has a section I’ve always loved:

Hablara allí el rey don Juan,
bien oiréis lo que decía:
-Si tú quisieras, Granada,
contigo me casaría;
daréte en arras y dote
a Córdoba y a Sevilla.

Casada soy, rey don Juan,
casada soy, que no viuda;
el moro que a mí me tiene
muy grande bien me quería.

King John spoke then, you shall hear what he said: “If you wish it, Granada, I would marry you; I would give you Cordoba and Sevilla as dowry.” “I am married, King John, married, and no widow; the Moor who holds me has loved me well.”

The threat and defiance under cover of courtesy, the suppressed violence, the gender question… it all strikes me as very Monrroyo.

I told my Monrroyo players that we’d be starting October 4.

I, um, thought October 4 was a week later than it in fact is. In point of fact, October 4 is two days away.

I think I am now whimpering. But, truth be told, I’m not sure the wait would do anybody any good, so onward we go.

We have a Monrroyo wiki, by the way. It is a good and helpful wiki, whereupon one may see how I’m going to be running players who kick my butt in all conceivable respects.

Deep breath. I can do this.

I think.