Hippiemoosen

When we decided to remake Draconic Park, we felt it would be best to stick to the old inaccurate but iconic featherless dragons from the original.

I like player races that don't typically have a concept of sex or gender. It's one of the fun things to play with that's just built in to warforged and leshy. "So are you a boy or a girl?" "...I'm a cactus."

Last minute panic is good, but I prefer 3 am bouts of manic insomnia. You get your best prep done when your brain refuses to sleep but is too tired to filter out ideas you might think are too out there or just bad when in a more lucid state. They're all just ideas, and your brain just keeps chucking them at the wall until something sticks.

-ps: no this isn't healthy, but we all have our own ways of entering that creative flow state.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it sounds like you may be in need of a new *sparring partner. * I humbly offer my services" -Bard forcing his way into the conversation

Gary didn't mess around. He loved putting the nastiest shit he could think of all over the damn place, seemingly to ensure players feared each and every die roll.

Make you a PC who can do both. Someone who can brood in dark corners with the best of em, but who also routinely makes sure the party is fed thanks to their chef feat.

"Honestly, I've seen you fight, so I'm not surprised that this is something you can do. I'm mostly just curious how you realized you could pull this off."

Everyone laughs about adhering to doppelganger protocol until all their friends have been replaced

After an evening of wining and dining the DM asks for a con save. Failing the save you awaken in a bathtub missing a kidney.

Pretty rad, but what if they were all Blink-Corgi's?

That post is still pinned, and the newest post is 5 hours old. The next newest is 22 hours old. It's almost eerily quiet over there right now.

I love when the laws of probability seemingly break just to help someone out. The universe may be chaos, but sometimes it can still be a bro.