The gods in their heavens grow restless. Endless rounds of repetitive adventures have stripped all joy from their amusements. Deep in their past they remember when the subjects of their games could pursue infinite possibilities: intrigue, creativity, wheels of blessed cheese, gnomes.
Despite the toll that years of maturity had taken on their creativity, they could feel the call once more. The call to paper, pencils and dice. Now they were old enough that the parents had become grandparents and the children had become parents. The newest generations were starting to ask questions. Questions like, “What are all those dusty books you keep in the basement?”
Is it time to try some good old-fashioned paper gaming again?