C&G Monthly: The Cliff from which we fall
“I’m getting a friend.” This happens quite often. My character stands on the broken stairs of the Boletarian Palace. He’s waiting on a thief-build marksman and her brutish, meat cleaver wielding companion. They’re heavily built characters each possessing a soul level higher than mine. My character waits, stoically watching over the Boletarian cityscape as I melt into the sofa.
