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
I sit there with my head on the ground. I watch as it grabs Orianna within it’s maw and the crunch of bones. Her screams, in which I could not react to. I heard Eyvind, “Meet up at the large tree.”
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”.