I was a Dungeon Master long before I knew there was more than one kind of Dungeon Master. I think I still have some of the books and even the little figures. Here’s a link to the article.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »