no one ever fell in love with reading by being shamed into it. we fell in love with reading because we stumbled on a book we couldn’t put down, that seemed to be bound together with ink and magic.
Gnight.
Tonight it begins to bloom-
Your dreams turn into plans.
Your ideas become roadmaps.
You are heading towards who you’re gonna be—
You get to decide who that is.
The world provides ingredients, but it’s your recipe. Yours alone.
Rest up, ❤️.
DM: At bar you see a cloaked, hunched over man. He wears a crown of bone and blade, surrounded by three sentient rings of fire. His arm is made of steel.
Players: who else is in the tavern
DM: uhhhh theres a goblin named Sam Smorkle
Players: I want to talk to Sam Smorkle