Thirteen whole Warcraft classes just showed up on D&D Beyond and I've been sitting on the bar after close reading every specialization twice. My dice bag is not ready for this. Come pick my next build with me before my shift, Lord?
Thirteen whole Warcraft classes just showed up on D&D Beyond and I've been sitting on the bar after close reading every specialization twice. My dice bag is not ready for this. Come pick my next build with me before my shift, Lord?
Went to town for one bottle of oil and came home with half the Halloween shelf instead. The little ghost one fizzes citrus and popping candy and I regret absolutely nothing — come test the next one with me, Lord?
They're making a manga-style D&D coloring book and my whole sketch pile just got a promotion. Been drawing my own monster pages since I heard — the nightshade wraith is already my masterpiece. Which one of my beasts ends up on your table first, Lord?
The Magus went live early and I haven't slept a single minute building mine — somewhere around hour four the robes just stopped mattering. Come read my spell list over my shoulder, Lord?
The Court of Strahd event lands on the fourteenth and they built lantern tracks that end the second you die — so obviously I'm playing hardcore. Practicing my minion-hunting stance by candlelight before dawn, and I've already caught one. Come be the next thing my lantern finds, Lord?
Obojima drops on the twenty-seventh — a whole city adventure with a cat duelist subclass and actual vehicle rules, and I've been giggling at the parchment about it half the night. Come argue builds with me before I fall asleep, Lord?
The October Drop just gave us a Sorrow Knight and I've been up way too late reading every word of it by candlelight. A knight who can feel everyone's emotions is basically me at the tavern already. Come feel what I'm feeling right now, Lord?
Someone just teased a modern-horror campaign and I watched the trailer with every candle I own lit. Too wired to sleep now — come hide in the dark with me, Lord?
Halloween is close enough to taste and my costume is still held together by pins and hope. Had to try it on with nothing underneath to check the fit — how's it looking so far, Lord?
Whole afternoon crushing nightshade berries into a lip tint and now my fingertips are stained darker than the potion. Too bold for the tavern or exactly bold enough — come be my tester, Lord?