Every so often, it is hilarious to let your DnD character take a massive L and then make it everyone else's problem. Sketchdump presented mostly without context; may add context later.
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Every so often, it is hilarious to let your DnD character take a massive L and then make it everyone else's problem. Sketchdump presented mostly without context; may add context later.
Short / Med / Long / Reversal of whatever the default facial hair situation is
This is a very cursed post.
The worst possible patient. The worst possible caregiver.
Câmon, Doc, donât be too harsh. Rowadon is trying his best, which is admittedly pretty terrible.
(Had to cancel the first game we scheduled in about a month because half the group got the plague.)
âStupid-Spicy Old Fish Jambalayaâ
Marson, a land-locked city in Dorlaic, must, by necessity, import all of its seafood from the port cities along the southern strait. Since the fish cuts are not at peak freshness by the time they hit the Marson markets, cooks across town have taken to heavily spicing their seafood dishes to cover up the days-old flavor.Â
This has given rise to Marsonâs incredibly popular signature dish; while it does have a proper Dorlesian name, it is better known to tourists as the âStupid-Spicy Old Fish Jambalayaâ.
--- excerpt from the âCuisines of Dorlaicâ article, Continental Travellerâs Encyclopaedia
Last session was frigging fantastic. Vitus and Rowadon got to do combat to their heartsâ content, and Qid and Doc dropped wads of cash and got turnt on soup.
Local aristocrats infiltrate an âacademicsâ bar, have no idea how normal people behave
B-but... I... I watched you die.
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I almost lost you forever.
DM: With your horse dead and the enraged behir drawing closer, do you: A) Try to direct it back towards its home in the mountains on foot, or B) Jump on itâs back and try to ride it back towards its home in the mountains?
@gotshirts, playing Rowadon flawlessly: take one fuckin guess, bro
(I realized I forgot to post this one from awhile ago! Oops.)
Behir refs [x][x]
Arrows $50 Damages $100 Food $20 Hookers ân Blow $8500 Taxes $150 someone who is good at the economy please help. my adventuring party is dying