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My Son of a Bitch Husband

  Heading towards where the four cowardly dwarves said the monster is, the team hears metallic clanking. They decide to evaluate their situation as they plan an ambush. Dungifer casts blessing upon Grillbar and Bobos casts Armor of Grass on Radcliff. As these spells work their magic the metallic clanking stops. The group hears a hiccup and some footsteps, at first they panic and prepare for it to round the corner but soon they realize the footsteps are getting quieter.  The team realizes that if they want to slay this monster like they said they would they need to follow it. Following the sound they go to a more natural cave part of the mine and see the backside of a 14 foot tall being carrying a large sack. They hear a burp and then a voice with a thick french accent, saying you two are fools. Surprised by this statement the adventures make themselves known, and the being turns around revealing 3 heads, a central head with a large mustache, says in the same french voi...

Once More into the Depths We Go Risking Life and Limb in Hopes of Gold and Power

  This play report is a collection of this week and last week's sessions. They were much shorter than usual due to scheduling constraints. The first order of business once they collected themselves was to get jackets to deal with the cold. Seeing the price tag for all the jackets totaling up to 135 gold they decided that thievery is the best course of action, as 135 gold was much more than they had in coins. Using Phandaal’s Mantle of Stealth Kermit the Curious goes fully invisible, puts on three heavy winter jackets at once and leaves the building entirely undetected. Dungifer, Grillbar, and Bobos go to make themselves a distraction while Radcliff makes out with the other two jackets and the group rejoices in their successful heist outside. Looking to get cash in order to get more cash they decided to pawn off a few items they found in the dungeon. Heading towards their go to seller of good Gregor the Orc, after a while of back and forth debate on how much the scabbard for the mag...