melongifts:

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janefoster:

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somethingdnd:

the-stray-liger:

Our group’s name is the Tiger’s Talons. Our DM mocks us relentlessly for that.

THESE FUCKING HOTTOPIC ASS, AASIMAR AND TIEFLING ASS, NEVER PLAYED BEFORE FUCKING MONSTER RACE, BORING HALFELF MOTHERFUCKERS LIKE WHEN I MAKE NPCS SAY CHUCKLE FUCK 

Five gigantic idiots and one halfling who’s half their size and twice their intelligence.

We have taken to calling our party the Glass Cannons of Thedas. We have no tank. We have one mage that has one healing spell. The rest are all damage, all the time. 

Our party has attacked and used spells against each other more often than monsters and NPCs.

In one game, our druid lit our fighter’s castle on fire.

In my other game our Ranger shot our Rogue in the ass for lighting the house she was fighting in on fire.

There’s a lot of Fire.

our party’s only friend is a gay lawyer bc they’ve made mortal enemies of everyone else. and one campaign instead of saving someones life they went to fantasy chuck-e-cheese and subsequently got kicked out.

They ended up with the name “The Corpse Delivery Service.” It was their own fault.