Pack In, Pack Out

Happy afternoon, mortals! Thank ye for making our night round the bonfire such a pleasant one—if ye missed out, cozy up beside the replay right here!

Specially created just for the Troubadour, Sal the Roadiemunculus dissolved back into rotten meat after the show. Below, find a few more of his stories, shared with his dying breaths:

• “You know country music? I friggin’ invented dat, I swear. I was born yesterday but I swear I came up with dat. You can ask Gonklor da Intrepid, he saw me do it.”

• “One time, Huey Lewis travelled onto this plane, & da News wasn’t with him. I saw him kiss a lady who wasn’t his wife. I know I’m tellin’ tales outta school, but she was a snake-lady. Dat’s wild, right?”

• “Back in ‘84, at the ColossoPalace, I killed a man just to watch ‘im die. Den I brought him back, with a Scroll of Resurrection. Nothin’ ever felt da same after dat, I’m tellin’ ya.”

• “You guys mind if I hang around? Tryin’ to get my hands on some scraps. I’ll be quiet, don’t worry.”

• “Oh, what is happening? I was born yesterday, now I’m dyin’? That friggin’ sucks. I can’t…can’t feel my hair no more…I can’t…even…get……scraps…..”

Rest in Rock, Sal the Roadiemunculus, Yesterday-Today

Thank ye for reading, mortals! & thank ye so kindly to Enterim, H_Dubb, & Gretchen for raiding into our show, & treble-thanks to all those who support our works here with coin!

Last night during the show, I had to modify the InstaGoblins on the fly, & I was only able to succeed thanks to recent upgrades to my alchemical instrumentation, all made possible with the support of viewers & readers…like thee. GRATIAS AGIMUS!

I shall write ye Monday with fresh art & a tale. ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & ROCK ON

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Roadiemancer