Welcome to Scribblers’ Rest, where a group of central Florida creatives play RPGs!
Wherein we have a door-opening competition with Cleric Pinebrook’s best strap-on, and then it starts coming out of the walls. Minutes after entering the old manor house, things nearly fall out from underneath our feet. Several times. Also, we hatch a plan to get Miriam Medina an eight-legged shower brush for Christmas.