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If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged for the truth. So, like a lot of goons, I read Dragonlance as a kid in the late 80's and early 90's. It was the absolute coolest poo poo I had ever read, and I'm sure it has aged like fine quiche. Apparently, I wasn't the only dumb kid growing up back then because, as I understand it, there are about 190 books in the entire series. I'm not masochistic enough to read all 190, but we'll see how far we get. So, we'll start with the Chronicles: Dragons of Autumn Twilight, Dragons of Winter Night, and Dragon's of Spring Dawning. After that, we'll see what we can do. I've found an allegedly complete publication list here: http://dlnexus.com/products/printdate.aspx . To be honest, if anyone can point me to somewhere I can get the "Adventure Gamebooks", the idea of forums-based CYOA seems rad as hell.
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# ¿ Jul 18, 2019 23:01 |
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# ¿ May 16, 2024 06:24 |
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One of my fondest memories of the series is the songs. I'm just gonna drop the opening song here, because it's not something to easily describe. code:
I did some digging, and the poem itself was actually (like many poems in the series) penned by Michael Williams, not Hickman or Weiss. Prologue: The Old Man quote:Tika Waylan straightened her back with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her cramped muscles. And thus is introduced our protagonist: Tika Waylan, Barmaid. quote:It was getting harder to keep up the old inn. There was a lot of love rubbed into the warm finish of Wait a sec, this hardly sounds post-apocalyptic at all!! I think I may have been hornswoggled. In fact, we get more description of this inn-within-a-tree in the chapter than we do of any of the characters. I may have been truly mistaken and the inn, itself, may be our protagonist. quote:Tika looked around and smiled in satisfaction. The tables were clean and polished. All she had left to do was sweep the floor. She began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as Otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam. Our first reference to the changing seasons. I, for one, cannot wait for the second novel, wherein I clearly expect they will tell us how cold Winter is no less than 400 times. quote:"I walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! Such a gloomy crowd! Everybody nervous, jumping at every sound. I dropped a mug last night and-I swear-Retark drew his sword!" First of all, Otik: "But it's good for business" shouldn't brighten your face when discussing religious fanatics dragging people off in the middle of the night. That's some incredible late-stage logic. Second off: Pay your drat barmaid a living wage so she doesn't have to scrounge for tips. quote:"It must be thirsty work, haranguing people about the New Gods day in and day out-he's in here every night." Well, we've made some progress since the end of the poem. The New Gods are apparently here, and possibly the cause of some of the misfortunes in the area. Also, the Northern army seems like a dangling plot lead if I ever heard one. Just the thing for a band of young adventurers to investigate. quote:The door opened. Uncanny! Like the X-men! (Good thing they got that whole "nobody can sneak up Chekov's stairs" gun fired early.) quote:The Inn of the Last Home was built high in the branches of a mightyvallenwood tree, as was every other building in Solace, with the exception of the blacksmith shop. First, I'd like to commend them on basic fire safety for not putting the blacksmith in a tree hut. Second, this is basically an Ewok village and I think we can all acknowledge that. quote:He stood in the doorway, leaning on a worn oak staff, and peered around the Inn. The tattered hood of his plain, gray robe was drawn over his head, its shadow obscuring the features of his face except for his hawkish, shining eyes. And thus is introduced our protagonist: Gray-Beard, the Old One. It's clear by his "hawkish eyes" and the fact that he didn't take the stairs that this man is also secretly... a bird. Some sort of... Bird Man. quote:He stood in the center of the Inn, peering around as though confirming the location and position of each table and chair in the room. The common room was large and bean-shaped, wrapping around the trunk of the vallenwood. The trees smaller limbs supported the floor and ceiling. He looked with particular interest at the fireplace, which stood about three-quarters of the way back into the room. The only stonework in the Inn, it was obviously crafted by dwarven hands to appear to be part of the tree, winding naturally through the branches above. A bin next to the side of the firepit was stacked high with cordwood and pine logs brought down from the high mountains. No resident of Ok, I'm back on the "The Inn is our secret protagonist" plan. What we know about our protagonists: Tika: Barmaid, 19, Redhead, Tired Grey-Beard: Old, Also a Bird The Inn: FOUR ENTIRE PARAGRAPHS {Not pictured: Several pages of Grey-Beard literally rearranging the furniture.} quote:"Bring the chairs. That's a good girl. And I want one, right here." The old man gestured at a spot in front of the firepit. "For me." Thus endeth the Prologue. I can't wait for Tika to go out on so many rad adventures.
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# ¿ Jul 18, 2019 23:03 |
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Leperflesh posted:so it's been four pages, are we gonna let's read this dragonlance or what? not to be rude, just it seems like the pace needs to pick up a little if we're gonna get through all 200+ books I'll have more today. Work has been crummy.
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# ¿ Jul 24, 2019 16:39 |
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Kchama posted:EDIT: Aw poo poo, I didn't notice this thread had already fallen by the wayside. Um, hope things get better so you can post more, OP! I was at GenCon. Where A GOON WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED hunted me down, in person, to tell me to post more Dragonlance. I'll be back at work tomorrow and posting lovely fantasy stories, I promise.
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