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David A Trampier
Last Session-
We had to sneak into a castle occupied by the cult, bullywogs, and relucant lizard folk. We did this by our dear Changling Bard-Hugh Man-taking the disguise of a higher ranked Cult member that we terrorizied into leaving the cult earlier in the game. And MAN, THE PERFORMANCE ROLLS THAT MAN DID-THAT WAS THE ROLE OF A LIFE TIME, EVERYONE WAS FUCKING FOOLED. Because we only had two cult member disguises, we had to polymorph Viktor into a Psuedo Dragon because he needed to be something likable by the cult.
Anyway-when our Rogue forcefully opened a cabinant-acid sprayed on everyone and ONE HIT KO’D OUR LIZARD FOLK GUIDE, SNAPJAW. We Mourn the loss of Snapjaw, he had the best little shoes that made him a special boy.
But yeah, we took back the castle, last we left off we were chasing a red cloaked wizard who has been working with the cult because he is SUS. But RIP Snapjaw, you were a lad.....
you ever just,,,,, make too many dnd characters
This Rhogar, 5 of the 6 Hero Forge I was commissioned to print and paint. Rhogar still has his parents, but unfortunately he doesn’t like them very much. When he was young, he lived a fairly good life with his family. They lived in a cave, a few miles west of a town. It was for the best since the surrounding area was known to be rather rude to half-bloods of any kind. His parents didn’t really care, though. Any human who was stupid enough to come near found themself as part of some evil spell, or, the better option, frozen and saved for a white dragon’s supper. Rhogar found a great interest in other types of dragons, especially pseudo dragons, and anything about the topic. His only other pleasure is hunting, not for his father’s meals or his mother’s grotesque concoctions, but for himself. One day, he went hunting when a snowstorm hit. Rhogar got himself lost and decided to stay lost. He thought it might even insult his parents further to become an adventurer that hunted evil creatures like them.
drew some snowy versions of my dnd party!