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RELEASE THE DIREBEES.
(via outofcontextdnd)
I didn’t see that coming.
(via crash-test-pilot)
“Do I not take damage since I’m sufficiently moist?”
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ah, rules lawyering…
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so stoked for this: 1pm EDT April 24 2016 https://www.twitch.tv/team/pax
You Bash the Balrog
Lyrics by Lee Gold, to the tune of “Waltzing Matilda.” Sing it with friends as a fun party game.
Once a jolly Cleric, and a magic-using Elf, And a mighty Dwarf with a sword plus three Left their native village - out to get their share of pelf. You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.
First they met a Goblin - with a fire-breathing Hound. They bashed and they smashed and they scragged them with glee. Afterwards they searched them - and a Magic Potion found. You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.
The low Wisdom Swordsman picked it up and drank it down, Changed to a Wolf immediately. No one could Dispell it, so they headed back to town. You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.
Then a loud voice bellowed, “Who has slain the Goblin King?” Round turned our heroes; what did they see? Swooping down upon them was a Balrog on the wing. You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.
“Help,” screamed the Cleric; “Ditto,” yelled the Elven Mage. The Wolf whimpered low - and he tried to flee. The Balrog fell upon them, and his flames began to rage; You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.
They ran through the forest, looking for a place to hide, Pursued by the Balrog, so fierce to see. “Wait,” cried the Elf Mage; “I have got a plan,” he lied. “You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.”
Once a mighty Balrog slew a Cleric and an Elf And a smallish Wolf who had teeth plus three, Skinned them and tanned their hides…and kept them on a closet shelf. You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.