Winds of words glide through the air, settle in the mind to stir the imagination, a raft of a hundred fireflies rising and falling on the waves of a grass sea.

So I write, and I game, and I've found my creativity thrives in like company, welcome muses to the dance.

I dare not say how many years I've gamed, sufficed to say I love my Dungeons and Dragons from the days when it was called "Advanced" and no other editions existed, back in the days when an RPG was played at the table with groups of flesh and blood people.  Frighteningly enough, I've written an even longer amount of time than I've gamed, though I've never had the confidence to publish - and forget ever finishing stories.

Sufficed to say, my creativity is in need of friends, allies, folks who understand what it's like to smell the fires and feel the cool winds of autumn and want to go off on an adventure, even more so in winter, when snows bring the fanciful promise of monstrous ravagers, barbarians who feel not the cold.

I also seek those who tolerate my occasionally run-on sentences, understanding my inner editor is muzzled for a time to allow me to actually write, to let the mind play.

Anyone want to keep company at the fire, chatting, storytelling, gaming?  Right now, with the world as it's been, I would truly welcome the company of the waif and the wolf, the Roman soldier and Roman slave, the Dragon-rider and the Dragon themself.