{"id":789,"date":"2000-06-10T03:33:37","date_gmt":"2000-06-10T10:33:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puddleby.com\/lundar\/?p=789"},"modified":"2000-06-10T03:33:37","modified_gmt":"2000-06-10T10:33:37","slug":"apollo-returns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/2000\/06\/apollo-returns\/","title":{"rendered":"Apollo Returns"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nDay 49, Year 538 of the Ascendancy<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe moment I stepped out the library today, a
\nsunstone message from Stryfe rang excitedly through my head: “Apollo’s
\nback!”. “F’nord” I thought to myself. Apollo… the sylvan ranger of
\nE’las Loth’mon Ferindril, and caretaker of Master Scribus. I hadn’t
\nseen Apollo in ages! As it were, he was gone for exactly 555 days, and
\nof course, all that accumulated learning carried over to his clan
\nmates. So, Gold Moon and I decided to give the time-displaced sylvan a
\nquick tour of Puddleby, and filled him in with some of the more recent
\ndevelopments of our isle.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\"New<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAs we were giving Apollo a tour of our new Campfire, I heard it broadcast over the sunstone that there was a game of Bones<\/i>
\ngoing on in town. I loved the game of Bones. Before the Great
\nForgetting, I had swindled more than 4,000 coins from less mentally
\ninclined exiles, and even after the Forgetting, I made many a pretty
\npenny playing Bones, whenever the opportunity arose. I was not about to
\nlet this opportunity slip me by. I hastily bid farewell to Apollo and
\nGold Moon, and rushed over to Merchat Mendal’s hut, to join in on this
\ngame of Bones. Now, there is a strange, but well-recorded phenomena
\nthat seems to occur in mystics who accumulate too much wealth, too
\nquickly. It is best summed up by Okasa’s aphorism: “A Mystic and his
\ncoins are soon parted.” Little did I suspect that I was about to be the
\ntarget of such a phenomena.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI glanced into Mendal’s hut, and was surprised to
\nsee my clan mates Entil’Zha and Stryfe there. I felt a little bad about
\nhaving to take money from my own clan mates, but hey, that’s life. I
\ngave them a quick warning, then started chucking the dice. The only
\nproblem was, I wasn’t winning. Roll after roll went awry, and even my
\nbest roll of double fives and a three was beat down by Shin’Kle’s
\ntreble ones. The bastard sylvan went home happy, and I stared blankly
\nat the Boneman; perhaps the dice were loaded… As I weighed the dice
\ncarefully in my hands, a new player entered the arena: Gold Moon.
\nHaving finished giving Apollo a tour, she had come here to relax with
\nher husband Stryfe. The sound of dice had a strange effect on Gold
\nMoon; her eyes seemed to flash with a faint hint of red, and she
\nunconsciously licked her lips, constantly. I should have guessed then
\nthat something was amiss, but my greed had overcome me, and I
\ncontinued, foolishly, to play.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\"Swindlos'<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThis is a sketch made about two hours later(the
\nlittle girl sitting next to Gold Moon and Stryfe is none other than
\ntheir daughter Anaeka. Isn’t she cute?). It is quite obvious whi the
\nvictor was, from the large grin painted on her face. It was none other
\nthan Gold Moon, who won roll after roll, against incredible odds, and
\nwent home 1.6K richer. This left me broke, once again, and I promised
\nmyself never to waste my money again. Never again was I going to waste
\nmy precious coins on something as frivolous as a game. Never again was
\nI going to waste many hours worth of hard effort. Never again… that
\nis until I found a strange tent to the west of town, where a bunch of
\nshady chracters huddled around a table, engrossed in a game of Black
\nJack. “Eh? Let me in! I want to play too! Hey, Gold Moon, lend a friend
\na few coins won’t yi?…”<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\"Black<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Day 49, Year 538 of the Ascendancy The moment I stepped out the library today, a sunstone message from Stryfe rang excitedly through my head: “Apollo’s back!”. “F’nord” I thought to myself. Apollo… the sylvan ranger of E’las Loth’mon Ferindril, and caretaker of Master Scribus. I hadn’t seen Apollo in ages! As it were, he […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/789"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=789"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/789\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=789"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=789"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/puddleby.com\/lundar\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=789"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}