From the Chronicles of the High Lord Inquisitor of C’thulu
AKA I always know what’s best.
Over the River, and Through the Woods*** Part 1
Party appears in the woods near a dirt road.
- Where?! Wolves!
—Everyone except myself hides like a bunch of bitches-Kip plays his actual personification (alignment) and the weather outside is frightful!
@My DEX Save roll is FUCK YOU KIP!@
COMBAT, COMBAT, COMBAT ETC….
- Fiolan rolls a Nat 20 and makes 3 werewolves EXPLODE!
- Fiolan rolls yet another 20 and sets a werewolf on FIRE!!!
- Our Rogue has a slightly inaccurate memory of events!
ALAN’S COCK BARELY FITS IN HIS PANTS!!!*
- and it has 9,999,999,250 XP apparently!
Mystery scrolls remain….mysterious.
Noting that I have a journal supposedly belonging to Strahd, I am resigned to say this handwriting is very shitty
WHAT A TERRIBLE NIGHT FOR A CURSE…..
- Where there’s smoke there’s smoke… cough
- Tent, campfire look to have been abandoned
- Why did this happen? My blood is cursed! I don’t have to do what He says! (Shit on the walls of the tent
OOOOHHH A symbol from a far away land –
Death Reaper identifies it as the crest of the Harpers
Something vexes me to totally annihilate the druid person in our group of merry men….. I choose to not slay him as it will be funnier to do it later…
I have gas – need sleep.
- IF anyone reads this I will Witch Bolt the fuck out of you