No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Gathered around screens
We huddle together 
Like travellers around a campfire,
One brave soul picks up the tale
Weaving words like an artist
As we, chaos gremlins all,
Defeat all plans they may have had
For high fantasy drama 
And, falling around laughing,
Frolic in the sea with our new dwarf friend 
Who didn’t exist until five minutes ago
When, with elan, the teller plucked a name and voice out of the ether 
Out of necessity - 
He is ours now.
We will keep him.
Campaign after campaign we will gather here
Eager for stories and shenanigans 
A roll of a die
A spark of an idea
Always waiting to hear those immortal words
“…How do you want to do this?”