This series and its universe is based on D&D Pathfinder sessions, a real group of people, of friends, regularly play at official BCTS chat. The town at the centre of our adventures is based on a Pathfinder campaign by Rasufelle. Many thanks for editing to Crazypagangurl and of course a big thank you all the nice people I can nag with my evil machinations.

“Once upon a time... Oh, scrap that! We’re not in fairyland.” I put my feather down and look across the green lawn and over the red rooftops and chimneys of Fiddler’s Vale.

“Jenny, while I was settling your parents estate I had several encounters with your grandparents,” Jason explained. “They refused to acknowledge they had no rights to the estate and it took involving the police before they begrudgingly accepted the legalities. They made it quite clear to me and Chief Kramer they hated all lawyers and thought wills were just a way to rip off estates. As a result I have no doubt your grandparents do not have a will much less a lawyer. Chief Kramer will attest to that. Since you are the only surviving relative, you’ll inherit their estate. Once we assure they have made no arrangements for their estate you’ll have say in who becomes executor.”

Astrol, “Mum the Giant Tortoise spoke to us.”

And she said, “Bring my children to me so we took all the tortoises that had been recovered from the fire.”

Draco, “I would like to see the giant Tortoise.” Alexis and the others went to the paddock.

The giant tortoise, “Greetings Lord Draco, I thank your children for their help in recovering my family.”

GMed by Melanie E., with the gameplay talents of Doc (Greeneggs667,) Stardraigh, Fiona, 0xNaomi, and Dorothy Colleen

After the lukewarm reception of our last game log I considered not sharing this one, but then I thought what the hey. So, more RISUS Ghostbusters adventures!

This time around the menagerie includes magenta ferrets, ex chihuahuas, and even secret agent frogs! What could our noble (or at least generally well-meaning) ghostbust-ettes be in for now?!

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Chapter 12

Friday night in Delacroix. Like most middle sized towns, there were
pockets of inactivity. Large swaths of suburban living gone dark for a

Chapter 40

Faye was frying potatoes in bacon with onions and heating the oven,
The eggs and zucchini were ready and the bread was ready to go into
the toaster.

Chapter 33

Heather put Kim(the bass guitar) back on the rack. She was still so mad
at Kim, torpedoing the band like that. She was no good at playing the

Chapter 23

With school out, Bobbie had been going to Heather's under the guise of
being her model. Heather's mother, Betty; had come home with wild tales of

Chapter 19

"Here." Tim said, giving an envelope each to Beth and Bobbie. Looking
inside, there were two crisp hundred dollar bills in each. "It's your

Chapter 8

"WAKE UP, BRO WE'VE GOT SOME WORK TO DO," Kim's voice ripped through the
velvety blanket of sleep. Bobbie thrashed, gasping. It was Kim, pouncing
on her.

"Kim, wha..."

The Platinum Chef: A Tale of Delacroix by Chefness

Author's Note. I do not own the setting of Delacroix, Delacroix High,
Delacroix Blue Devils. Nor do I own the Characters Faye, Lust, and

There is an age old question...

“Don’t you recognize your best friend, Arron?” He stared at her again and she bared her teeth at him in what could, possibly, be taken for a smile by the truly unobservant.

“Beria--dan--wen” she slowly spoke, the dagger almost seem to speak to her it name as her mind translated the elven runes. “Beriadanwen”

Slurping back the tea Rall stared at the sword. “We need to talk I think.”

“Please, don’t leave...” he heard a weak voice say before darkness claimed him.

Xabriar gripped the copper bowl full of dark water, his knuckles white around its edge, and forcibly restrained himself. The tools of his trade were becoming more valuable to him by the day, and this one let him see more of the distant goings on than most. He left it on the bench and stalked across the room, muttering to himself.

“Unsheath the sword, would you lad? Can’t be too careful you see, and you have held the sword already.” Rall did as he was asked, laying the naked blade back down on the bench. Were his eyes deceiving him, or was it a bit more polished now?

“The road!” Greta whooped in glee as she jumped up and down excitedly. Rall joined her in excitement when he first saw the hard-packed wide road from Gaerbron to Lussax. He didn’t recognize where they were along the road because he hadn’t paid much attention the first time along it, and it hardly mattered anyway because they weren’t lost in the woods anymore!

“So we’re lost?” Rall asked, hoping somehow it wouldn’t be true.

“Might as well keep that one, it’s shoddy steel, not even worth melting down. And it can’t be enchanted, not even the poorest wizard would waste magic on that junk. I’ll not pay your master for that kind of thing.”