Tefalls Company

Well, yesterday morning Robern Tefalls got himself a beer after a night at Morrison's Roadhouse on the way from Carse to Jonril. This morning he ate himself the day-old loaf and wedge of cheese he had wrapped in oiled cloth and drank creek water mixed half and half with wine after he slept the night on the donkey blanket. He spent yesterday traveling the section of the well-worn track between Carse and Jonril just east of Morrison's Roadhouse. Robern understood it was a full, two-day walk to Jonril from there, with no other inns on the way, but a watch station at the crossing of the Wyndemeer West Branch. The small river is about half a day from Jonril, so presumably half a day from where he is now. I will distinguish for the reader three voices appearing in this chronicle as: The Referee's Voice The Player's Voice        The Inner Voice   Robern breaks camp after eating breakfast. He still has a quarter of the bottle of wine left, but that was all the food he had left

Once actual play begins, I'll be posting the progress of my solo AD&D game here. In the meantime, my preparations are detailed in the pages accessible in the sidebar links. Be forewarned, though, my progress will be slow. I am not, nor do I aspire to be, a writer. The posts here will come as this hobby slots into my many other hobbies and pursuits. I do not have a burning drive to write which might propel me to make progress. I hope that over time, however a useful nugget of knowledge will eventually accumulate. Cheers!