Tonight in our Trio-Not-Terrible #DnD campaign: our guest angel gunslinger is back and has been recruited into our cult, the Company of the Talking Bacon Box, who earnestly believe our halfling bard's box full of bacon contains the trapped soul of a friendly wizard.
Then we fought MANY giant spiders with realistic spider figurines and it was the WORST ugh
My character Sarika is a were-shark Blood Hunter, and her transformed form (previously known as just 'holy shit that orc just turned into a street shark') is now nicknamed Sharkira. OOOH, SHARKIRA SHARKIRAAAAA.
I love my lil' street shark ball of quiet rage, you guys. She struggles with jokes so has accepted our halfling bard is now her wife, because they joked about it. At night she falls asleep dreaming about the ocean. #tntdnd
WE FOUND OUR MISSING PET DINO. I ROLLED A NAT 1 AND KNOCKED HIM UNCONSCIOUS.
Thankfully I kept control and didn't attack further because that would have been B A D T I M E S.
Our bard brought dinofriend back, and my wereshark sat shaking before getting some bloody-mawed dinosaur nuzzles of forgiveness.
Our dino is back and Angelboy has been bribed to stay with us a while longer, turning the Trio-Not-Terrible into the FOUR MUSKEQUEERS.
Another #TnTDnD moment: we're walking along a snowy ridge and my were-shark gal had the GREAT idea to help clear the path for our halfling by sweeping snow away with her axe.
I rolled a 1 & fell off the cliff. Sharkira would be meat paste if our gunslinger angelboy hadn't swooped to her rescue.
🔥🔥🔥Fiery EMaree🔥🔥🔥