[Somewhere in Suburbia, A Cluttered Study] The ceiling slants down on either side of a curtainless double window. Spring sunshine filters through the bows of towering pine trees outside, playing across a massive desk and tall mahogany bookshelves filled with row upon row of books, notebooks and unopened PC game boxes. On the credenza, amongst empty soda cans, crumpled chip bags, a computer monitor, printer and keyboard, stands a stack of papers and scribbled notes -- shoulder high on a Gor-Tog, awaiting sorting... awaiting action. You also see a bleary-eyed [Gamemaster Hyram] sitting hunched over the keyboard in his maroon leather chair behind the desk, some stairs climbing down to the kitchen and a door leading down the hall to the bedrooms.
Obvious exits: None.

[Hyram] looks up and gives you a weary, but friendly smile.

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[Hyram] glances wistfully at the stack of Warrior Mage notes and designs accumulating on the credenza.

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[Hyram] rubs his eyes and ponders for a moment, then returns to his work.

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HOURS LATER.....

You hear [Hyram]'s wife call from down the hall, "Hon, its 3 a.m., think maybe you ought to sleep tonight?...it's been two days."

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[Hyram] mutters and drains his coffee mug, then returns it to the coaster atop his desk. He calls back, "Soon, dear, I'll be there soon."

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Folks, I just wanted to say hello and state that reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. I remain eager to begin work in earnest on further development of the Warrior Mage guild. I am getting oh so close to completion of my prior projects, just bear with me a little while longer. In the meantime, enjoy getting ki... I mean... defeating the S'Kra Kor!

Regards,

Hyram