House Daos is generally described as a group of people whom like doing things together and are bound by activity, but not by politics, theology or law. We are women and men of characters. Some of us are parents, some of us are couples, all are individuals with a voice… often a vice, or device. Or two.

We write plays, play video games, play RPGs and board/card/dice games, invent games, share ideas, drink (copiously), we create costumes and events, go to conventions, throw (sometimes elaborate) parties, have house meetings, drink more, we time-travel, cook, invent, perform plays, act silly in public and privately, we discuss everything imaginable and pontificate on art, music and movies We’ve been known to ridicule people. We camp outdoors with SCA and by ourselves, we fence, playfight and occasionally ride on each others backs with squeaky weapons. We are comprised of artists, costumers, seamsters and seamstresses, musicians, performers, brewers, artisans, carpenters, painters, designers, programmers, engineers and I think we have an accountant.

We don’t LARP. We will never LARP. LARP is dumb.  Some do, however, drink Mt. Dew and cast Magic Missile into the darkness. Weekly.

We are located in the Pacific Northwest, Mainly in Portland, Oregon, though we have a few Northern members in Seattle, Washington and members down south in Medford, Oregon and LA, California.

Our mission? Some would say it’s to have a good time, and harm none. At least not permanently. Though a few of us have failed in that mission. With the scars to prove it.

Our quest? Some holy grail I imagine. I’ll raise the question at the next meeting.

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—Web Overlord.

On April 22, 2022, after a short, sudden, and previously unknown to him, battle with “all” the cancers, our dear friend Stuart Paul Craig — Tablero Master, Gamer Extraordinaire, Friend, and Mentor to many — passed away. He was with family and friends, and did not die alone. He will long be remembered in the annals of our history, and sorely missed.

Please raise a glass to Stu. Roll the dice, and pass the cheese.

In Anno Societatius 56 (December 2021), Eden and Michael were chosen by the crown as the next Baroness and Baron of Three Mountains. They will be stepping up to their new duties at 12th Night 2022 and their reign will last for 3 years (with the option for an additional 3). While this new position should have minimal impact on the household, they are excited to enable any participation the members of this group decides to do! So please, bring your purple garb and join Eden and Michael at 12th Night!

On March 26, 2021 our beloved Zealous Apostle, Red Molly the Black, passed after a very brief battle with a surprise cancer. The wound is so raw that it’s still hard to even talk about. We will forever miss you, our beautiful friend.

In the Halls of the Saints

a story by Eden the Mad

The fierce red headed quiz mistress found herself in a white room, confused as to how she got there. Looking around she spotted the Paladin, waiting for her with a sad smile on his gruff and kindly face. He greets her “FUCK. I didn’t expect to see anyone here so soon. Most especially not you.”

She is overjoyed to see her friend again and springs forward and gives him a big hug. Then she steps back, confused, “wait… How are you here? You were….” she trails off. His expression gets sadder and he hugs her again. “Yes. I am. And I am sadder than you can know to see you here too.”

Her expression changes to one of alarm “I can’t! I’m not ready! My children need me! I’ve got so much left to do!” He takes her by the hand and leads her to the door “you have raised two capable and talented people. It will be hard for them, yes, but through your example, forethought and planning for every contingency they will be okay. Your time there is done. Come I have someone I want you to meet.”

He leads her through the door and in the next room are people feasting and drinking and making merry. He leads her to a long table where a long-haired fool lounges  in leaped print underwear. The fool takes one look at the quizmistress and perks up “hey! Ever heard of Barbarella?” The quizmistress quips back “did you know that Barberella was the first science fiction hero from comics to be adapted into a feature film?”.  “GROOVY” responds the fool and pats the bench beside him, “you can sit next to me! I can tell we’re going to be friends.” The quizmistress gives him a look from the corner of her eyes but sits, the paladin sitting across from her. The fool looks between them and inquires “well what do we do now?”. Out of a pocket dimension the quizmistress pulls out a white box with gems painted on it. “Let me teach you a little game called Splendor…”

I weep great tears for you though I wish I could shed all the tears that you deserve.

Goodbye my friend and brother. The cloister is dimmed without you. From your thundering voice sprang many tales. Your powerful arms drove home many stakes that were driven too deep to pull. Though I know thy face did not always smile I cannot now picture it otherwise. Good night Brother Grimnir. May the Valkyries carry you home and keep you until we might all meet again.

Brother

Zealot

Storyteller

Wielder of Balpeenjoir

Rest in Peace

- Zealous Apostle Anton