So, everyone seemingly board with all the current things trying to kill us on this rock, decided we should set out and find new and interesting things that want to kill us. With Isaac riding a rug (jokes) and Ragna and I on Pegasus’s all that left was Sylvan to double up with me on Bubbles. Tell yea whhhhat, Flying is the best way to travel. We made great time sweeping north west from Swollen Tooth Inn.
My sweet & savory Guile Lost her life to theses wrenched things. She was in quite a pickle form the moment the red one’s arrived, all of us were. It put a hand all the way though her chest like it was gutting a duck. There was nothing we could do for her then. May she reese’s in pieces’s in the great kitchen in the sky.
lounging in a hammock with a pair of lion-blood Tabaxi twins fanning
me. Beads of sweat tracings their muscles as they run down their bare chests towards
DM: MK
PCs: Isaac, Shiisthel, Phil, Te’sil, Jax
Written by Te’sil!
I swear he didn’t look right, more like something… wrong, crammed into a gnome baggie three sizes too small. Anyway, he wanted us to go clear all the shit outta a outhouse. Yep. So, we get there and find the “Jimmer’s Magical Outhouse Emporium”.
In which we blowup the ground
DM: DGM
PCs: Hanna, Guile, Lyric, Karash, Scoitha, Hellscream, Rhalem
Written by Hanna