Cards Against Humanity: Fantasy Pack

It’s no secret that I’m terribly fond of Max Temkin. Not only is he fun to be around, but he’s a genuinely nice person who has pitched in to help with Worldbuilders in several different ways over the last couple years.

For example, when we did our podcast together, we weren’t originally planning on having sponsors. But when our audience turned out to be startlingly large, Max immediately suggested we take on select ads and donate all the money directly to Worldbuilders.

Hold on, it occurs to me that some of you might not realize who I’m talking about here. Max is one of the guys who created Cards Against Humanity.

If you don’t know what Cards Against Humanity is… Well, I almost want to congratulate you, because this must be your very first time on the internet. Welcome, traveler! Adventure awaits!

CAH is a hugely, crassly inappropriate game that has given me many wonderful laughs with good friends. It’s… it’s really indescribable. So I might as well just post up a link to the very NSFW edition of Tabletop where they played it. As well as this video of grandmas getting high and playing the game.

But seriously, the game has penetrated pretty much every avenue of geek culture. And even better, (he said, gliding right past many, all-too-easy jokes that could be made due to the phrasing in that last sentence) the CAH folks have elevated irreverence to an art form. Last year, Max and his team protested Black Friday by selling something they called Holliday Bullshit.

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What was in the box? Actual cow poop. This is a fact that still makes me smile. Then CAH took the money they made from that and donated it to Worldbuilders so it would go to Heifer International. Which is kinda poetic, if you think about it. Circle of life and all that.

I could go on and on about the things they’ve done. One year for black friday, they raised their prices instead of having a sale. Earlier this year, they released a pack of science-themed expansion pack of cards and donated all profits to provide full-ride scholarships for women seeking STEM degrees.

Anyway, today we finally get to unveil something we’ve been working on for a while: A fantasy-themed expansion pack for CAH.

Fantasy Pack

(I have no idea what’s going on in that picture. Seriously. No. Idea.)

This pack contains 30 cards, and it’s everything you’d expect from a fantasy-themed CAH expansion. The ideas for the cards were written by a team of crack authors who have helped out Worldbuilders in the past.

And (if you haven’t already guessed) ALL the proceeds from the first two weeks of sales will go to Worldbuilders in support of Heifer International. For those of you who have been wondering about the yellow progress bar on our website that says, “Coming Soon.” Well… now you know what that is for….

cards

Some of the authors who wrote cards are:

  • Neil Gaiman
  • Sam Sykes
  • Myke Cole
  • Jacqueline Carey
  • Kevin Hearne
  • Martha Wells
  • Sherwood Smith
  • Elizabeth Bear
  • Wesley Chu
  • Laura Anne Gilman
  • Delilah Dawson
  • Me
  • And a few others who would prefer not to be named….

So there you go. I’ve seen the cards. I’ve held them in my hands and read them and they are delightfully awful. A few of them made me laugh my evilest laugh.

You can buy a pack by following this link. Hell, why not get two? Get 10! (Then you get free shipping, too.)

CAH has a running tally on their website showing how much they’ve raised for us, and we’ll be checking that regularly to update our thermometer. (But again, we’re doing it manually. Because it’s hard to automate these things, and we’d rather spend our money on helping people rather than re-programming widgets.)

So. Go forth. Make the world a better place by playing this wonderful, horrible game.

This entry was posted in cool news, cool things, gaming, Worldbuilders 2015By Pat31 Responses

31 Comments

  1. LadyWentworth
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 5:16 AM | Permalink

    OK, so I was super excited to get someone a pack of these for christmas (while also doing some good) but sadly had to find out they don’t ship to my country (germany) at all… Is there any other way to still get this?

    • Laitainon
      Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:15 AM | Permalink

      Maybe try emailing them? From the CAH FAQ:

      I don’t live in the United States, the best country in the entire world by any metric except literacy or life expectancy. Can I still buy Cards Against Humanity?
      Everything in the Cards Against Humanity store is available in the US, the UK, and Canada, and Australia. If you don’t live in those countries, email us (nicely) and we’ll see what we can do.

    • disingenious
      Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:21 AM | Permalink

      If that doesn’t work, I’d be happy to mail it to you

      • LadyWentworth
        Posted November 19, 2015 at 8:01 AM | Permalink

        That’s super nice :) Apparently there’s some more people with the same problem, we’ll see if we can figure it out, otherwise I might actually take you up on that…

    • LizisSparta
      Posted November 19, 2015 at 7:11 AM | Permalink

      I really need those, too. Maybe we can order a ten-pack with other awesome Germans?
      Show of Handy, please!

      • LizisSparta
        Posted November 19, 2015 at 7:11 AM | Permalink

        *hands

      • LadyWentworth
        Posted November 19, 2015 at 7:59 AM | Permalink

        Maybe they’d be more likely to help us out if we got together for a bigger order… I like it.

    • Amanda
      Posted November 19, 2015 at 8:09 AM | Permalink

      We’ll have some packs in The Tinker’s Packs later, and we ship anywhere there. If you sign up for our newsletter you’ll get an email about it as soon as possible :)

      • LadyWentworth
        Posted November 19, 2015 at 9:37 AM | Permalink

        That’s fantastic, thanks! I also loved seeing how nice everyone is in this comment section.

      • Posted November 19, 2015 at 1:20 PM | Permalink

        Hey Amanda, we could look into getting some of their main games to sell in the Tinker’s Packs, too. Just to make them available to our people overseas….

        • LizisSparta
          Posted November 28, 2015 at 11:02 AM | Permalink

          Pat, Amanda, is there news in the other CAH sets? I would love to order, but would wait to get the fantasy pack so I only have to pay shopping once…

          • Posted November 30, 2015 at 5:47 AM | Permalink

            I’m afraid we won’t be able to do it this year. It’s too short notice to pull something like that off.

          • LizisSparta
            Posted November 30, 2015 at 2:52 PM | Permalink

            No worries, I trust in your team’s awesomeness to put something together for next year. I’ll just order the fantasy deck now; thanks for the heads up, I know you’re busy with more important matters!

      • LizisSparta
        Posted November 19, 2015 at 2:00 PM | Permalink

        That’s awesome! And Pat’s idea of selling some of the other packs is great too, I would love to get some AS presents.

        And LadyWentworth, I think it’s safe to say: Rothfuss fans are the best people

  2. hyannah77
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:01 AM | Permalink

    I hope “in the Tehlin’s Cassock” is in there.

    • lykashii
      Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:17 AM | Permalink

      A whole world of yes!

  3. pdxtrent
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:13 AM | Permalink

    I love everything about this!

  4. TomHC3
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:41 AM | Permalink

    I was just lamenting that there really had not been any cool new stuff to buy outright during this year’s campaign. This really made up for it!

  5. imnosuperhero
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 6:56 AM | Permalink

    Just the few they’re showing in the ad are frigging hilarious. So I bought one for me and two for gifts. My older brother has all the expansion packs so hopefully he won’t realize this is out until I hit him in the head with it. ;)

  6. kyfty
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 8:13 AM | Permalink

    Done! I’ve been wanting to buy CAH for ages, this was a great reason to finally make the purchase :D

  7. catiecan
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 11:58 AM | Permalink

    After you buy them it asks if you’re done and there’s a button that says “Go Outside”, which links to a Google map search for parks near your address. These guys are amazing. (But I’m not going outside because I’m at work…)

    • Posted November 19, 2015 at 1:21 PM | Permalink

      Yeah. I love them like pancakes.

    • Anana11
      Posted November 19, 2015 at 1:27 PM | Permalink

      I was tickled by that too. They are so freaking clever. :D

      • imnosuperhero
        Posted November 20, 2015 at 7:41 AM | Permalink

        +1 to that. I laughed so hard through the checkout process that I used the contact link just to tell them how much they kick ass. I kinda felt bad, like I was spamming 911 with a frivolous phone call, but I’m pretty sure they’re used to socially inept geeks by this point. ;)

  8. Billie Lubis
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 12:02 PM | Permalink

    I got the game and pack and I’m excited to play it! :D

  9. chez
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 3:58 PM | Permalink

    Perfect Christmas present for my friend! And I loved using that website! :D

  10. nwalme583
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 8:33 PM | Permalink

    Please tell us where to aim our mail catapults… priceless

  11. Owen
    Posted November 19, 2015 at 9:16 PM | Permalink

    Short Story I wrote last night!

    Something Bad Happens to Ambrose

    By Owen Kato

    *Characters, world and concepts are all the intellectual property of Patrick Rothfuss*

    I
    The University

    It was his day off and he hadn’t had one for a while. Ever since his father had urged him into attending the University, Ambrose had been busy with scribe work or school work or volunteering or, well, other things. And finally, now, he had some time to himself, to do what he wanted to do and not what his father wanted him to do.
    The morning had passed and outside his room, the birds, who decided to stay for the winter, were singing when Ambrose rose from his bed slowly and stretching. Soon after he realized that half the day had been slept away and he walked over to his window and glanced outside: snow fell gently from gray clouds and the ground was white, the trees were white and the tops of all the universities buildings were coated with a thick layer of snow. Ambrose sighed and went up to his desk that had a small wooden doll on it. A doll with hair—hair as red as flame. He tied the doll to a string which hung over an unlit wax candle. He then concentrated and dove into the Heart of Stone. Then the candle seemed to light itself.
    Above the candle, the doll appeared to be slightly melted and Ambrose grinned largely at it. Once the dolls legs were burnt up entirely, Ambrose smirked, blew out the candle, got dressed in his purple cloak and velvet top hat and went about the rest his day.
    As soon as he opened the door to the world of Tamerant, he could hear nothing. The snow possessed a silence that came with it—an unbiased silence, free of laughter, screams and voices. Ambrose could only hear the squeaking of the snow as his boots compacted it under him as he ventured forth to the Mess to fetch himself a warm meal.
    The Mess hall wasn’t busy. Most of the student had already gotten food for the night and were now huddled up in their dorms to avoid the weather, however there some students still there.
    Ambrose walked up to the serving lady and asked:
    “Do you have any roast chicken left?”
    “No,” answered the lady.
    “Steak and potatoes?”
    “Why I believe the bloodless boy with red hair took the last steak just before you arrived.”
    Ambrose sighed grudgingly. “What is left?”
    “We have this new thing; they call it a taco. It hails from southern Yll.”
    “A taco?”
    The lady smiled. “Yes, a taco, it has: ground beef in spices, cheese, lettuce, sour cream, salsa, and all in a crunchy tortilla shell you hold.”
    Ambrose didn’t enjoy eating with his hands, in fact, his family looked down upon such a thing. “What else do you have?” he asked.
    “All the students came earlier after their classes were done and ate because there’s supposed to be a storm coming later. So said master Elodin anyway.” The lady smiled warmly. “You know how he’s effective at predicting the weather at times…”
    “Yes, a real weatherman,” said Ambrose sullenly.
    “So have a taco or two and get home before the blizzard comes!”
    Ambrose had been at home and did not want to ‘get home’, no, he wanted to go out and enjoy his first day off in such a long while and he did have a plan to follow, snow or no snow.
    With a sigh, Ambrose ordered two tacos and a cup of hot lemon water. Then he scanned over the Mess, and sat alone at a table. A polite boy and a decent poet named Simmon was off to the side scribbling his emotions into a moleskin book. Another student named Sovoy was crunching his tacos at the other end of the long wood table Ambrose was seated at. Seeing that, Ambrose looked down at the foreign food and took up a taco in both his hands. “Ugh, tacos,” he said hopelessly. Then he bit into it, then the shell cracked and the whole thing fell apart in his hands. “Curse the wind!” he said.
    Simmon walked by and laughed while humming an all-too-familiar tune: Jackass, Jackass. Hearing it for the hundredth time, Ambrose, furious, took up the other taco and took a massive bite. CRUNCH! Half of it went into his mouth and the other half crumbled down to his plate. He chewed and swallowed and thought to himself: the taco was alright; it tasted decent, but it was such a messy affair. He ate the rest with a fork and spoon. A girl walked by and asked him if he was enjoying his salad and he smirked at her and tried at a conversation but the girl mentioned she had to get to her dorm before the snow started to fall heavy. Ambrose had no trouble getting women, with his title and all, but the problem that plagued him was: keeping those women.
    After leaving the Mess half-full, Ambrose walked down the street to the main road—the road that lead to Imre. He looked up and the snow fell graceful and slow. He looked down, the ground had collected a good half foot of it. He thought of what the server lady in the Mess mentioned about the weather and about the man who, at times, oddly tried to predict it. “Elodin’s an idiot, a fool and a manic embarrassment to this university.” He said under his breathe. “It won’t snow much longer.”
    Ambrose then trudged towards a large stone building he knew all too well. Inside, at the front desk was a Cealdish boy sitting attentively.
    “Ambrose,” said Wil distantly.
    “Wilem,” said Ambrose with reproach.
    Textbooks were spread on the floor in front of the desk and in boxes. Most were rather worn; their spines creased and twisted, their corners bent. “Here for the book buy?” asked Wil disinterestedly.
    Ambrose nodded.
    “The new editions that came from Tarbean have been inserted into the Achieves and the old editions are here. You can take two for a talent and five for two talents,” said Wil.
    “I know, I work here too,” said Ambrose dismissively.
    Wil got up and went to help a young girl who looked lost.
    Ambrose scanned over all the titles of the beat up old textbooks. “Hmmm,” he said.
    “Take that one,” said a gruff voice.
    Ambrose turned to a man that look bearlike. “The one about magic?” asked Ambrose.
    “Yeah,” said Manet, the oldest student (by a country mile or twelve) at the University.
    “Okay.” Ambrose knelt down and took up the textbook: Magic, what’s the point?
    “Any other, uh, one?”
    Manet shrugged, grabbed two textbooks himself and went over and talked to Wil. Ambrose, feeling uncomfortable in who was present in the foyer of the Achieves, quickly grabbed the book: Universal Sympathy Techniques Level III. He then told Wil that he would pay master Lorren another day for the books and headed off towards the snow covered road that would take him across the Omethi to Imre.
    Looking down the stretch of road that had snow riddled trees on either side, Imre looked much farther away than usual. The winter sun was already getting low to the sky. Ambrose had a choice to make: Would he follow his original plan for the day or go back to the warmth of his fancy dorm. He looked back at the University, his home for the last couple of years. Atop Mains it appeared a skinny girl with messy hair was staring up at the darkening sky. Ambrose blinked to confirm she was, in fact, there. After he blinked, the girl was gone. “Odd,” he said to himself. Then he turned foot and started off towards Imre.
    He walked past the Inn’s, one in particular he would never set foot in for he much hated the music there and other things. The snow seemed to stop falling when Ambrose came to Stonebridge. “Aha! Elodin is such an—“
    “A what?” said a youthful looking man sitting on the edge of the stone bridge.
    “Uh, uh, a wise man,” said Ambrose.
    “Uh, yes, you are so wrong. Idiotic maniac would be a better term as I do not fear a thing,” said Elodin with a childish grin.
    “Yes, master,” said Ambrose, stopping his stride just before the bridge.
    Elodin was staring down at the Omethi. The mighty river had a sheet of ice over it. He kept staring at it and asked: “Why Re’lar, what makes you travel to Imre on such a wintery Felling eve?”
    “It is my day off sir,” said Ambrose.
    “Uh, yes, and what do you plan to do with it?” said Elodin, still looking at the frozen river.
    “Go into town a give some books—I mean, meet a friend.”
    “I see. Giving books to someone huh?” said Elodin knowingly.
    “Uh, no,” lied Ambrose.
    “Books of old, books only for arcanists… Books that contain the names of things…”
    “No, just meeting a friend if she’ll see me.”
    “Uh I see, I see.” Elodin smiled. “Be mindful of the storm to come.”
    Ambrose walked onto Stonebridge. “Master, I think I saw a girl atop Mains, she was staring at the sky and looked afraid.”
    Elodin turned to him and smiled. “Re’lar, you are just seeing things. I advise you go home and keep warm by the fire. I am sure you will have another day off to enjoy yourself. There is no point in getting caught up in a storm that you don’t need to be in.”
    “I made a promise to someone,” said Ambrose. “That I would make things right.”
    “Uh, yes, you, YOU wanting to do right, how wrong is that!” joked Elodin, slapping his knees.
    Ambrose sighed. Elodin often—no—Elodin always annoyed Ambrose and he often wanted nothing to do with the Master Namer and never signed up for any of his classes—or rather, his one class—one that he never himself attended; him being Elodin.
    “So the books are for a girl huh? Trying to impress a pretty girl?”
    Ambrose nodded.
    “I dare ask, what color is her hair?”
    Ambrose said nothing.
    Elodin grinned. “Blond?”
    Ambrose kept a straight face.
    “Strawberries, do you like strawberries?” asked Elodin.
    “Yes, who doesn’t master?”
    “Is the girl nice?”
    “At times.”
    “Is she pretty?”
    “Beautiful.”
    “Is she empathic?”
    “I think so master.”
    Elodin smiled. “Is she… sympathetic?”
    “Naturally…”
    “Hahahaha, good. I see you aren’t totally blind!” Elodin slapped his knees again.
    “May I go now master?” said Ambrose.
    Elodin hopped up from his seating position. “Of course, go break an arm!” he yelled.
    Ambrose gave him a sour look.
    Elodin smiled. “I mean, a leg, go break a leg!” He walked back off towards the University grounds humming a familiar song.

    II
    Imre

    The streets of Imre were slushy. Wagon wheels, horse hooves, and feet all turned the snow into a mush that had the inside of Ambrose’s boots soaked as he walked the streets of the musical city.
    The sun had sunk below the horizon and the world got very cold. The light that reflected off the snow from the street lanterns made things a little better for Ambrose. He walked passed inns, tap houses, restaurants and trinket stores. One bar or music hall in particular he avoided but he would pass it anyway to see who was playing for their pipes and at times when he did pass, people would hum that all-too-familiar song. However, it being as cold as it was on this day, no one waited in line, and all were already inside listening to the best music the Four Corners had to offer and then there was Ambrose, outside, boots soaked, in the cold, wishing, perhaps, that he could go in without anyone making fun of him or laughing in his face, but this was not the case, not anymore; not since the boy with hair as red as true flame had come to the University with a lute slung over his back.
    Past the Eolian were more inn’s and pubs but that was not the place Ambrose wished to go. No, he would go past a street lamp of a particular design that had holly wrapped around it. Then he would go down a very dark alleyway and too a butcher shop and he did all of this as the snow started to fall unyielding.
    At the foot of a staircase that lead above the butcher shop, Ambrose started to get nervous. He, with shaking hands, fished out the two out-of-date textbooks he had collected from the foyer of the Achieves and wrapped them in a thick cloth he took out of his pack. He then walked up the snow covered steps very slothfully and came to a large metal door that had an eye slot in it. With care, he slowly placed the textbooks down, sighed, knocked hard on the metal door and ran.
    Ambrose fled around the corner of the alley and across the street into the taproom of the Wild Wolf Inn. There, he went up to the bartender and ordered a light ale and took a seat at the bar alone.
    After sometime of sitting alone, a young woman with strawberry blond hair came up and slapped him hard in the face. “You get no sympathy from me!” she said.
    Ambrose rubbed his cheek yet smiled big nonetheless. “I just wanted to make things better,” he said.
    The young woman took up the stool next to him. “With books?”
    Ambrose nodded with his big smile. He was slapped again.
    “You gave me a novelty book? Did you know that? Magic, What’s the Point? is a joke!”
    Ambrose put his head down. “What about the other one Devi?”
    Devi smiled. “Well, I like that one. Will start reading it tonight.”
    Ambrose scratched at his hair. “I know how much you like books from the Achieves. Wait, how did you find me?”
    “Your tracks in the snow, I followed the tracks from my staircase to the road and then peered across it and saw you sitting in here all sad and alone.” Devi grinned. “Plus I also have your blood…”
    “Ugh, yes, makes sense.” Ambrose turned to the bartender. “One ale for the beautiful lady!” he said. “Put it on my tab.”
    Devi frowned. “No,” she tossed a talent on the bar. “The beautiful lady can pay for herself.”
    The bartender smiled. “Better listen the young lady lad,” he said to Ambrose.
    Ambrose sullenly took a sip of ale. Devi, when she got hers, slammed it and signalled the bartender for another.
    “You drink so fast,” said Ambrose, shocked.
    “So I can put up with you,” teased Devi with mocking eyes.
    “I told you I would drop off two books on my day off and that you didn’t have to talk to me when I did. That’s why I knocked and ran.”
    “A stupid thing to do, a storms coming.”
    “Elodin told me about it, but he’s mad.”
    “You should listen to your mad Master Namer. He was one of the only ones I respected when I went there. Everyone else I could beat if I wanted to. Not him.”
    “You were something.”
    “I am something,” said Devi in correcting voice.
    Ambrose waved her off. “Care for supper with me?”
    Devi smiled. “Bartender, may I order a steak with fire roasted potatoes for him and a cob salad for myself with pepper on top.”
    “Coming right up!” said the bartender, he hurried off into the back kitchen.
    Devi turned back to Ambrose. “So I hear your place nearly burned to the ground two semesters ago and then you went traveling?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it,” said Ambrose. “How’s business these days?”
    “Good, good, always good, times being what they are. But by being here, I may miss some customers.” Devi shrugged. “Then again the weather is so terrible I doubt many would come tonight.”
    Ambrose nodded.
    “How are you going to get back to the University?”—Devi glanced outside the taproom window—“Snow’s coming down hard.”
    “I’ll be alright,” said Ambrose.
    The two talked for a bit. There were many moments of silence in between. Devi seemed uncomfortable being out of her place and Ambrose kept sipping his beer, sometimes mid-sentence when he did choose to talk. Then the food came and both ate wordlessly.
    “Thanks for the books,” said Devi, pushing her empty plate away and licking her lips with satisfaction.
    “I can take the magic one back and exchange it. I know it’s not really relevant to you,” said Ambrose.
    Devi stared at him. “No, no, it’s fine. I could use some light reading these days.”
    Ambrose smiled. “Just trying to make it up to you after all I’ve done. And after the business about the song and all no one else will lend me company on my day off.”
    “That’s because you are a jackass,” said Devi with a teasing smile.
    After the dinner was done and the ale drank, Ambrose walked Devi home. The snow was now up to their knees.
    “You sure you can get home safe in all this?” asked Devi.
    “No, but I have class early tomorrow so I have to try.”
    “Okay, so next day off I expect more books, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
    “I’ll see you next semester then. My dad has my schedule packed.”
    “Your dad just wants what’s best for you,” said Devi.
    “No,” said Ambrose.
    The two hugged, awkwardly. Ambrose yelled a goodbye that involved seven words. Then he tucked his hands into his cloak and started back to the University. During his trek, the snow stopped falling but that did not change the fact that Ambrose had to nearly wade through it.
    The town of Imre had all gone to sleep, but the lanterns in the streets were still lit. Everything was silent besides the crunching of the snow below his boots.
    When Ambrose arrived at the stone bridge he noticed the side of the bridge was free of snow and that a shadow of a man was sitting there. “How did your day off go Re’lar?” said the man.
    “Master Elodin?” said Ambrose.
    “Yes, I know my own name, despite what the fine folks at the University tell you.” Elodin smiled and patted the stone beside him.
    Ambrose walked over and sat down with his legs hanging over the bridge’s side. “What are you looking at master?”
    Elodin kicked his feet against the stone bridge like a kid would. “Look below,” he said.
    Ambrose looked. He saw ice.
    “Look below!” yelled Elodin.
    Ambrose flinched at it. “I am!”
    “What do you see?”
    “Ice.”
    “Look below!”
    Ambrose narrowed his eyes. “I see… ice and below it, a current, I guess, but I can’t see it.”
    “You are cold,” Elodin turned to Ambrose. “You put up quite the sheet of ice, but you aren’t so hard, you aren’t so cold.”
    “Huh?”
    “I advise you to stop playing with fire and dolls, you are too old for such silly things.”
    “I don’t play with dolls,” lied Ambrose.
    Elodin smiled. “My, my, it’s getting windy.”
    “No, it’s not—“
    A very brief gust of wind politely pushed Ambrose off the bridge. His legs hit the ice below and broke through it. The cold of the water stabbed at him like spears. Under it, Ambrose could barely move, but he had to. And he swam under the sheet of ice towards the river side and punched at the ice to break above him. When it didn’t break he choked in some water. Then he saw a boot lowering from above. Then the ice cracked under the force of the boot and Ambrose was pulled out of the water and sucked in a few gasping breathes.
    Standing above him, Elodin was laughing.
    “What-t-t-t haap-p-p-p-ned!” stuttered Ambrose, shivering.
    “Ah, the wind knocked you into the river, you broke the ice,” answered Elodin nonchalantly, he tossed his cloak over the young Re’lar.
    “Why-y-y?” chattered out Ambrose, gripping the cloak tightly and getting up.
    Elodin shrugged. “The wind goes where it needs to, to show people what they need to see.” Elodin started walking towards the University. “We should get you home before you get sick and your father gets upset with the board of masters about it. That man can kill your hearing. I must say, I have never met a man who talked so much and listened so little.”
    Ambrose nodded and followed quickly behind.
    Elodin walked elegantly through the snow with his hands behind his back. “So how was the girl you visited? Did you manage to break the ice? Was she sympathetic?”
    “Kin-d-d-d-d of-f-f-f.” chattered out Ambrose.
    “She is quite skilled. One of my favorites. A good girl given a bad name by others.”
    “Ye-s-s-s.”
    The two walked through the moonless night alongside Mains. “Now you see—“
    Elodin was interrupted by a girl high above. “The moon!” she yelled. “It’s gone into the Elsewhere! Someone stole it again!”
    “Shush you, Auri!” hollered up Elodin.
    The girl locked eyes with Ambrose below. “Ah fire!” she said, and disappeared out of sight on the roof of Mains.
    Ambrose turned to Elodin. “What-t-t-t was that-t-t?”
    “Your imagination,” Elodin looked at him funny—as if searching his soul. “You are getting delusional,” he said concernedly. “We need to take you to the medica instead of home.”
    Ambrose nodded with his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

    III
    Medica

    The next morning Ambrose awoke in a warm medica bed. “Heard you fell into the Omethi,” said a girl in white nurse’s attire.
    “Yeah,” said Ambrose. “The wind knocked me in.”
    “And master Elodin fished you out and took you here. You were as frozen as a statue and as white as a ghost.”
    Ambrose nodded.
    “Now you will be fine, better.”
    Ambrose rose to a sitting positing in the bed. “Hey Mola, have you ever seen a skinny girl in a dress that looks up at the sky from atop Mains and yells at the moon? She has blond hair that’s sort of a halo around her?”
    Mola smiled slyly. “You were probably just seeing things Re’lar Ambrose. Perhaps you are still sick. You should get more bedrest. There’s a lot more for you to do later, but I’ve already told master Lorren you will not be healthy enough to work in the Achieves today.”
    Ambrose, nodded weakly, blinked once, trying to picture the girl atop the Mains that was so concerned about the moon, but all he saw was Devi. He smiled at that, and went back to bed.
    And tomorrow, perhaps, Ambrose would be a little better.

  12. imnosuperhero
    Posted November 20, 2015 at 7:48 AM | Permalink

    Also:

    “Welcome, traveler! Adventure awaits!”

    I got some looks in the break room for that one.

  13. hyannah77
    Posted November 20, 2015 at 5:50 PM | Permalink

    In light of your positive relationship with the creators of CAH, is there any chance of a KKC themed CAH pack eventually? We already have some ideas https://www.facebook.com/groups/16308557780/permalink/10152949522527781/

  14. cookieleib
    Posted November 25, 2015 at 11:07 AM | Permalink

    If we correctly guess which card(s) you wrote wrote will you confirm? I already have a theory…

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