THE CROWD'S HOWLThe Crowd's HowlTHE CROWD'S HOWL by white31
It was the third Thorsday night of the month in Werbane, and, as usual that meant the Adventurer's Club was holding it's monthly get-together in the upper room at the Kat Patch Inn. One could say its "regular" monthly meeting, except for the fact that nothing was ever regular about the meeting or any of it's attendees. Adventurers tend to be all over the lot in terms of backgrounds, habits, alignments, races, philosophies and goals and this bunch were no exception.
The feast occupied the members for the first part of the evening, especially those down on their luck and a few, like Bony Llewellyn, whose magical and/or religious pursuits and obsessions led to irregular and oft-forgotten meals. There was a good deal of discussion of this and that during the feast, of course, and when the dishes were cleared away the discussions continued. This was not a business meeting and there was no featured speaker this month so it took awhile to settle by con
REUNIONREUNIONREUNION by white31
The Mission had a lot of business that night. The economy was supposed to be getting better, but if so it sure hadn't penetrated very far into Indianapolis' downtown. A lot of people were hungry, and with the night weather beginning to bite as Autumn came early this year, a lot of people were looking for shelter. Years ago, when she'd started here it had mainly been the old street people, middle-aged burnouts and, tragically, young runaways as she had been. Now it was whole families, homeless because the money had been sucked away suddenly. Like a vampire sucks the blood out of the body JoAnne
thought. Ungrateful thinking, you owe your life to one of those monsters, and God knows, she at her worst never did anything like this much harm, and not to innocent people. There should be people out there hunting bankers and driving stakes through THEIR hearts to protect their children. It's a Hell of a world where a monster brings salvation and a "respecta
Born 8-31-1945 at an Army Air Base in La Junta CO. Brought to the Bay Area by my parents who were returning home.|
First 5 years in Berkeley and Oakland CA, then grew up in Walnut Creek (east of Berkeley). Graduated Del Valle HS in '63, got my B.S. at St. Mary's College in '67, and, some unkind souls say, been BS'ing ever since!. Went back to school in '69 at U.C. Berkeley, became a student leader, fought on the side of the Committee Against Tuition (and lost, but it was a good fight), graduated with a Master's in Library Science. Went to work at Fresno County Free Library in'71, put in 29 years as a Reference Librarian and Local History and Genealogy Librarian. In April of 1980 married Jane Elizabeth Walker. We have one son, Aaron, who is also on DeviantArt (as an artist, not a kibitzer). Retired early in 2000, largely due to a chronic pituitary-adrenal problem that has only been recently diagnosed. I discovered DeviantArt only recently, but it has become one of my favorite online sites.