This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Podcast Season 9

 This week was quite tiring. Between tuning up my decks for GP Pittsburgh, learning rules for my new judge-trainingness, and editing the show, AND trying to get a special guest on for an episode down the line, I’ve been pretty dog gone tired. But everything’s okay!

 

Even if we spontaneously lose an arm, we’ll still working hard to bring you your weekly community, strategy, and technology!

 

This week sees the return of Calvin aka Captain Redzone, whom I love very much (no homo). We also get to hear from Robert, Elder Mastery writer, and fellow Power Rangers fan (I always approve of fellow ranger fans).

As always, shownotes, links, and download link are below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series Red In My Ledgers
By Gibson aka KaipaLin
I stepped through a back door.and into utter chaos. Liveried footmen and maids fairly flew down the narrow corridors, carrying a host of brooms, dusters, and mops to the far reaches of the manor. I managed to flag down a footman, who only grudgingly led me to the house steward after repeated assurances that, yes, I did realize this was the service area and that, indeed, guests were to enter through the front gate rather than the servants’ door. It was good that he did not recognize me, but all the same, I would have to have a talk with the lady of the manor. Such a lapse in etiquette could not go unremarked! Read the rest of this entry »
This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series Red In My Ledgers

by Gibson aka KapaLin

Glancing up at the  looming warehouse, I pulled my coat tighter against the chill wind. The ramshackle, sprawling compound seemed to brood over the street with a purpose as grim as my own. Steeling myself, I ducked inside, and all traces of natural light vanished. The neatly furnished reception area, softly lit by glowing powerstones, wasn’t exactly what I had expected- polished chrome and gleaming brass contrasted sharply with the jagged, makeshift facade. The solemn simulacrum of a secretary seated at the desk glanced up at me as I approached, its eyes flickering with an electric blue light.

“Yes, how may I assist you?” it inquired in a tinny voice.

“I’d… well, I’d, I’d like to buy an army,” I managed to stammer.

“Ah…” rasped the secretary as it stood with a whisper of hydraulics, “I believe you will wish to see Mistress Nin, then.”

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This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series Red In My Ledgers
By Gibson aka KaipaLin
17th Chillbane
Dear Raidmother, I miss you. I want to go home. It’s only been three days and already I don’t think I like camp very much. Glurk’s been picking on me a lot. Yesterday he broke my picture frame and at campfire tonight he kept flicking coals at me! It’s not only Glurk, either. Some of the junior counselors have been running around taunting the campers too.

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This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series Red In My Ledgers

By Gibson aka KaipaLin

It was a fairly typical Friday night and the bar was packed with the usual clientele, unwinding at the end of another work week. The usual collection of bruisers, tough guys, and wannabes crowded into the old place, and the noise began to rise. A few more strangers had walked in tonight than usual, and the evening certainly ended with a bang. Thank goodness that angel had shown up, or it would have ended a whole lot worse… Wait. I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself. To tell the story properly-

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