The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating beside his pillow. He groaned and reached for it without opening his eyes.
Several messages had arrived. Most were from the group chat his old friend had created the previous night.
[So are we actually doing this?]
[I'm free Saturday.]
[Who's going to DM?]
[Not me.]
[You should do it.]
He smiled and typed a reply.
[Why me?]
Three responses appeared almost immediately.
[Because you're the one who suggested it.]
[Congratulations. You volunteered.]
[Good luck, DM.]
Lucen put the phone down with a grin. In the past, he would have preferred not being the DM, but now, he felt like telling a story.
He wanted to base the campaign on Aerok and his own idea of what the upcoming route might be like. He could not explain why, but inspiration was already flooding his mind.
Strangely, ideas for the campaign had already begun forming in his mind: a world at war, ancient gods, something waiting beyond the sky.
