In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax.
“Oi PISS OFF!” said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. "We ain’t interested, we’ve already got one and anyway we’re closed for the evening!”
D&D, poo jokes
"Sacred Garl, it's Defekles the Brown. Speak ye not unto him!"
"Why, brother? Is he not a sorcerer of fell might who would mickle aid our party in battle 'gainst the foul orcs?"
"Nay, brother but..."
"Good morrow friend Defekles!"
"I cast SCARAB'S DUNG BALL at the orcs!"
"Uh...."
"... any that fail their saves be subject now to 2d6 continuing Coprophagous damage, fuck yeah!"
"Uh..."
"There is a war leader standing, clad in now befouled banded mail +1. He waves his khopesh and bellows a challenge in his own language."
"Awright, tough guy, I cast FECAL TORRENT! A cone of liquified stool hits the war leader, fort save at -2 versus nausea for d8 rounds, hooah!"
"Uh... um. Uh, Fred? Do we really need to do this every session?"
"Subtle are the ways of Copromancy! Question them not!"
coyote sing along hour, therianism
woke up on lockdown one more time
my visions won't ever learn
I see the light that much clearer
every time I return
forge my armor in the old fire
my spirit sings loud and clear
even in HERE.
I'll be reborn, someday someday
if I wait long enough.
I don't HAVE to be afraid,
I don't WANT to be afraid.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.