From e2722d46e40a52afb0b0a402ecce4efc40a0c000 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Matt Rowbottom Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2026 15:29:53 +1100 Subject: [PATCH] vault backup: 2026-04-02 15:29:53 --- Seighell/Joffrey's Diary/Session 2.md | 6 +++++- 1 file changed, 5 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/Seighell/Joffrey's Diary/Session 2.md b/Seighell/Joffrey's Diary/Session 2.md index 8172283..6ff3f5a 100644 --- a/Seighell/Joffrey's Diary/Session 2.md +++ b/Seighell/Joffrey's Diary/Session 2.md @@ -28,7 +28,11 @@ It was as stark as shattered glass, a sudden change of perspective; Something wa On a particularly ordinary morning, while waiting for the local fried chicken stand to open for breakfast, Autismus was already several pints deep at his usual table in Sheep-Bone. He wiled away the time ranting and raving about strange entities from the sky, perhaps another plane, and dragon chemtrails turning the local amphibians homosexual; until a stubby green fellow entered. -The filthy creature had been meandering around the town aimlessly until it had seen Sheep-Bone, the one venue that felt… real; there was a sense of life about it when everything else felt off. Joffrey saw the interloper’s beady eyes scanning his patrons and hurried over to have a word with him. Leaning down he enquired if the lower life form was lost and looking for its master, why else would a goblin be in Seeg-Hell ?
Autismus was far more charitable, simply happy to have an enthusiastic audience for his ramblings and dragged him over to his table. The grubby goblin proclaimed to know all about beings from the skies and encouraged him to follow him back to his tribe to meet them and his queen, a goddess. At this moment, a guard interrupted this meeting of minds with a loud hammering, fixing a new notice to the bar’s message board in the entryway. +The filthy creature had been meandering around the town aimlessly until it had seen Sheep-Bone, the one venue that felt… real; there was a sense of life about it when everything else felt off. Joffrey saw the interloper’s beady eyes scanning his patrons and hurried over to have a word with him. + +Leaning down he enquired if the lower life form was lost and looking for its master, why else would a goblin be in Seeg-Hell ?
Autismus was far more charitable, simply happy to have an enthusiastic audience for his ramblings and dragged him over to his table. The grubby goblin proclaimed to know all about beings from the skies and encouraged him to follow him back to his tribe to meet them and his queen, a goddess. + +At this moment, a guard interrupted this meeting of minds with a loud hammering, fixing a new notice to the bar’s message board in the entryway. Reading this, Joffrey’s brow knit in concentration and a calculating look passed over his face as he glanced wistfully at the other pair. Shaking his head after a moment of introspection, he presented the scroll to Autismus and explained that Bubba was in prison and they should try and free him. He omitted the paragraph about a reward from the city watch for surrendering co-conspirators, his consideration of Bubba’s imperilled bar tab, as well as his long-term income from their continued patronage.