The Table Still Feels Like Home
I opened the Fantasy book last week, and the page still smelled like that room. Not the original copy. That one is long gone, lost in a box somewhere. This is the replacement I bought after the first move, or the one after that. Same rules. Initiative is still a d20. Four or less still misses. Armor still takes the hit before you do. I sat with it longer than I meant to. The Western Empire tavern came back first. The one that was supposed to be a single night. Somebody’s knight kept fretting about his mail like it was a real problem. The thief kept the map even when we were not using it. We never finished what we started. We just kept showing up. That table is still the one I measure against. College was the best of it. Late nights, too much pizza, the books stacked on the floor because the table was full. I would drive to the New Hampshire store that carried the whole Palladium line and stand in front of the wall until I knew which one I could actually buy. Money was tight. I still ma...