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Poor Port Personnel Preparing Parchments, Packages and Parcels. While the Team traumatizes the timid taxman, wheels in Belderry keep turning. Where's Eimar, and why the weird whispers?
We have what every dress up and glow up episode needs: eldritch monstrosities crawling in a hill. The DM may have forgotten what kind of game he's running
The Doomslayers talk as much DnD as they actually play in this one. Wishes are fulfilled, Magical Girl transformations and mild mania abound
In this episode of Whiskey in the Stream, the group navigates their way through a series of adventures involving Crazy Tom, a time loop, and the anchors holding them in place. They make critical decisions about their quest, including how to deal with the anchors and the fate of a turtle. As they prepare to dock at Belderi, they engage in shenanigans, ship name changes, and the effects of Mama Bear's special concoctions
So apparently some unusual things happen in Men-nefet involving sheep. Very specific things. Some judgement is applied. The Doomslayers work out what to do with Nigel, Tom and the Turtle and let's hope for the best
Lots of things would have been a better title. "Never a bad time to punch a Nazi," "Asti's romance circle," "Mama Bear's MFK List," "Romance Rhute Starts again." Instead we'll leave this with the terrible plans laid out by fish.
OK, DM thinks he's dropping hints from introduction of a character and then gets the insight later that-nah. The hints were too similar to simple descriptions to count. Take that-me. More importantly, how bad is it with Mama Bear now?
So who's driving this thing? Or, who is at fault for a vehicle collision in international waters with a pedestrian the size of a building? A new voice of reason appears to help the Doomslayers. Send your thoughts to Palokus though as nothing with the Doomslayers is ever easy.
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I made a choice I would call he-wait a decision is made? Well then, Row, row, row your boat
I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish we can't decide tonight
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