Rich H wrote:My players like Radagast; I'm pretty sure they all think he's a time lord and that his house is a TARDIS.
My introduction of Radagast:
As you follow the raven, you occasionally begin to see white stones that you never noticed before in the ground. Soon enough the white stones have become regular enough to be paving stones along the path. Wondering at this, you turn to look back at Rhosgobel... it seems faint and distant, like a sudden mist or haze has sprung up, or twilight has come early.
The path winds its way through the woods, travelling alongside the sharp-thorned brown hedge that protects Rhosgobel from the wild woods beyond, and brings the company to a small cottage in a little clearing. The lights of the cottage are warm and welcoming as the night draws in. A horse eats grass contentedly in the field beside the house. Kuäk flys up to the door of the cottage and knocks on it with his beak. The door opens, but no warden is to be seen.
As you step, you can see a vast and cluttered space... almost it seems too large to fit within the frame of the cottage*. Birds flit to and for, Kuäk flies up to the rafters and disappears into the darkness there. A thousand gifts, jugs, cages, blankets, casks of wine, woodcarvings, scrolls, and other papers are stacked in precarious towers of stuff. In the center of the space is a table set with breads, cheeses, jams and fruits. There are eight chairs, seven for you and one for the Wizard. He sits there, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Come in, come in... have a seat and tell me about yourselves as you do..."
[[ OOC: Formal encounter time, but everyone must speak this time. ]]
[[ * Look an easter egg, but a non-Tolkien easter egg, based on several dimensions of things away from the legendarium space. It's almost transcendental when you think about it.... ok, ok, I'll stop. ]]
Jacob Rodgers, occasional nitwit.
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