Send us a text This week in Witherwild, our opening chatter drifts from Stephen King’s novels to Richard’s grad school escapades—turns out, both involve terror, caffeine, and things that haunt you for years. Then we find ourselves in the quiet Katari village of Allura, where Leroy decides to do something radical: relax. Armed with a fishing pole and enough emotional baggage to sink a boat, Leroy heads to the lake to pray to the god of fermentation—because sometimes divine wisdom smells faintl...
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Send us a text This week in Witherwild, our opening chatter drifts from Stephen King’s novels to Richard’s grad school escapades—turns out, both involve terror, caffeine, and things that haunt you for years. Then we find ourselves in the quiet Katari village of Allura, where Leroy decides to do something radical: relax. Armed with a fishing pole and enough emotional baggage to sink a boat, Leroy heads to the lake to pray to the god of fermentation—because sometimes divine wisdom smells faintl...
Episode 7: How Not to Steal a Boat from a Newly Widowed Friend.
Richard and Karl Play Daggerheart
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1 month ago
Episode 7: How Not to Steal a Boat from a Newly Widowed Friend.
Send us a text This week in Witherwild, Leroy decided that “security clearance” was just a suggestion and waltzed into a laboratory like he owned the place. Instead of stealing anything useful—like, say, information, artifacts, or even snacks—he made friends(?) with a spirit he also upped his drip game. The real shocker wasn’t what he took, but what he didn’t: a boat belonging to a grieving widow, which he somehow managed to leave untouched. Growth? Or just the dice forgetting to punish him t...
Richard and Karl Play Daggerheart
Send us a text This week in Witherwild, our opening chatter drifts from Stephen King’s novels to Richard’s grad school escapades—turns out, both involve terror, caffeine, and things that haunt you for years. Then we find ourselves in the quiet Katari village of Allura, where Leroy decides to do something radical: relax. Armed with a fishing pole and enough emotional baggage to sink a boat, Leroy heads to the lake to pray to the god of fermentation—because sometimes divine wisdom smells faintl...
