Why Is The Sand Red? - D&D Campaign
Epic D&D Online Campaign hosted by celebrated Rolldark Game Master - Harry Jephart
“Harry is a delight! and my kids love him!”
“Harry’s Beholder High series is a great nod to Harry Potter fans! Our son looks forward to the sessions every week!”
We watch from afar as two figures walk through the Western desert. How long for even they don’t know. They do not know the time. The sun is up, that means it’s daytime & that’s good enough.
These two walk on, & the haze obscures their features. One is taller than the other, & they’re not talking. Maybe to save their strength?
They walk towards patches of water they know are not real. The illusions disappear as they get close, but they’re not surprised. They’re not here for those. They already know where they’re going…
Who knows how long later, they come to a dry dirt slope. They don’t help each other as they slide down, they’re both quite capable. Their packs jingle as their pots clunk against small weapons.
Once down, they walk but a few more paces until their feet touch water, real water, the kind of water they’ve been looking for. They attach a cricket to each of their hooks, before casting their lines, digging their fishing rods into the dry dirt. They wait.
As they wait, the smaller figure turns to their elder…
“Mama, why is the sky blue?”
The taller figure, upon unfolding a pair of simple summer chairs, sits back in hers & cracks open a frozen flask. She takes a sip, & looks to watches the water.
“Well ma darlin’. The sun beats down on us, scatterin’ all sorts o’ colours our way. But blue be the colour that gets scattered the most.”
There’s a long pause, of acceptance?
“Mama. Why’s the grass green?”
“How d’you know about the grass?”
The young girl shrugs at her mother…
“…Well… because our scientists made it so our grass looks like everybody else’s. We don’t get grass like others do, so we gotta make it ourselves. We grow it, we colour it, & then we breathe the air it provides us.”
There’s another long pause as the daughter sits back in her chair.
“Mama. Why’s the sand red?”
The mother does not respond. Her face does not change.
She sips her flask.
There’s a tug on the fishing line.
Epic D&D Online Campaign hosted by celebrated Rolldark Game Master - Harry Jephart
“Harry is a delight! and my kids love him!”
“Harry’s Beholder High series is a great nod to Harry Potter fans! Our son looks forward to the sessions every week!”
We watch from afar as two figures walk through the Western desert. How long for even they don’t know. They do not know the time. The sun is up, that means it’s daytime & that’s good enough.
These two walk on, & the haze obscures their features. One is taller than the other, & they’re not talking. Maybe to save their strength?
They walk towards patches of water they know are not real. The illusions disappear as they get close, but they’re not surprised. They’re not here for those. They already know where they’re going…
Who knows how long later, they come to a dry dirt slope. They don’t help each other as they slide down, they’re both quite capable. Their packs jingle as their pots clunk against small weapons.
Once down, they walk but a few more paces until their feet touch water, real water, the kind of water they’ve been looking for. They attach a cricket to each of their hooks, before casting their lines, digging their fishing rods into the dry dirt. They wait.
As they wait, the smaller figure turns to their elder…
“Mama, why is the sky blue?”
The taller figure, upon unfolding a pair of simple summer chairs, sits back in hers & cracks open a frozen flask. She takes a sip, & looks to watches the water.
“Well ma darlin’. The sun beats down on us, scatterin’ all sorts o’ colours our way. But blue be the colour that gets scattered the most.”
There’s a long pause, of acceptance?
“Mama. Why’s the grass green?”
“How d’you know about the grass?”
The young girl shrugs at her mother…
“…Well… because our scientists made it so our grass looks like everybody else’s. We don’t get grass like others do, so we gotta make it ourselves. We grow it, we colour it, & then we breathe the air it provides us.”
There’s another long pause as the daughter sits back in her chair.
“Mama. Why’s the sand red?”
The mother does not respond. Her face does not change.
She sips her flask.
There’s a tug on the fishing line.
Epic D&D Online Campaign hosted by celebrated Rolldark Game Master - Harry Jephart
“Harry is a delight! and my kids love him!”
“Harry’s Beholder High series is a great nod to Harry Potter fans! Our son looks forward to the sessions every week!”
We watch from afar as two figures walk through the Western desert. How long for even they don’t know. They do not know the time. The sun is up, that means it’s daytime & that’s good enough.
These two walk on, & the haze obscures their features. One is taller than the other, & they’re not talking. Maybe to save their strength?
They walk towards patches of water they know are not real. The illusions disappear as they get close, but they’re not surprised. They’re not here for those. They already know where they’re going…
Who knows how long later, they come to a dry dirt slope. They don’t help each other as they slide down, they’re both quite capable. Their packs jingle as their pots clunk against small weapons.
Once down, they walk but a few more paces until their feet touch water, real water, the kind of water they’ve been looking for. They attach a cricket to each of their hooks, before casting their lines, digging their fishing rods into the dry dirt. They wait.
As they wait, the smaller figure turns to their elder…
“Mama, why is the sky blue?”
The taller figure, upon unfolding a pair of simple summer chairs, sits back in hers & cracks open a frozen flask. She takes a sip, & looks to watches the water.
“Well ma darlin’. The sun beats down on us, scatterin’ all sorts o’ colours our way. But blue be the colour that gets scattered the most.”
There’s a long pause, of acceptance?
“Mama. Why’s the grass green?”
“How d’you know about the grass?”
The young girl shrugs at her mother…
“…Well… because our scientists made it so our grass looks like everybody else’s. We don’t get grass like others do, so we gotta make it ourselves. We grow it, we colour it, & then we breathe the air it provides us.”
There’s another long pause as the daughter sits back in her chair.
“Mama. Why’s the sand red?”
The mother does not respond. Her face does not change.
She sips her flask.
There’s a tug on the fishing line.