David Given Schwarm

       He is made one with Nature: there is heard       His voice in all her music, from the moan       Of thunder, to the song of night’s sweet bird;       He is a presence to be felt and known       In darkness and in light, from herb and stone,       Spreading itself where’er that Power may move       Which has…

       He lives, he wakes—’tis Death is dead, not he;       Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn,       Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee       The spirit thou lamentest is not gone;       Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!       Cease, ye faint flowers and fountains, and thou Air,       Which like a mourning veil…

Another great week of Living D&D Encounters Adventure League at Alakazam Comics. This week we continued to celebrate the return to shop with some rather unfocused combat Continue to have a lot of technical difficulties with the camera & the general shop setup–also our snack game is HORRIBLE. We ended kind of where we began,…

       He lives, he wakes—’tis Death is dead, not he;       Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn,       Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee       The spirit thou lamentest is not gone;       Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!       Cease, ye faint flowers and fountains, and thou Air,       Which like a mourning veil…