This evening’s D&D game was hilarious, and I promise I will start updating the pages here in due course. Tonight was largely spent wandering around the haunted house, and fending off the spirit that had killed the previous owner (well technically, Rancaster is currently pottering around as an undead thing in the basement, its complicated)
Having found the ghost’s mortal remains, they then performed a set of funeral rites (having driven the ghost away with clerical turning) to put it to rest- and being the mean DM that I am, I required them each to contribute to the eulogy based on what they had found in the house. Never has a hobgoblin leg breaker for the Dhaask criminal organisation been given such a sendoff…
And then there was more erotic poetry, and a tour diary from Rancaster and Lemster’s trips to various clubs and bars in Sharn, and of being employed by Dhaask to synthesise dreamlily to cut into the Boromar trade… and trying to explain to the young dragon born sorcerer what the various gay and bdsm references meant in a child friendly way… and the teifling got covered in a dust and got high, and there were many, many spiders.
We may have laughed a lot, and the people following along on Twitch may have laughed, and there may be a clip of Lady M emulating her Dragonborn’s fearsome roar knocking around somewhere too…
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