Afternoon, all you ogrelawn ogres.

Stomp on into the stinky dragon and swallow our latest swill.

No harm, no foul.

It's a mixture of black and dyed tea leaves,

caramel-sour-surrup,

a raiding party's spoils of spoilt milk, humanoid water that

definitely isn't cursed, and a pinch of vanquished vanilla extract. One jug of this gigantic

tonic will curse you, I mean cure you, of all your battle wounds. Previously our adventurers

were swallowed by the sea until they slammed their sails into the sandy sea floor.

Surrounded by shipwreck, skeletal remains, and an escapable swirling seascape, B-team split up and searched the ships for clues.

After scanning various sea vessels, they finally stumbled upon standing stones that sprung secret steps into the earth below.

Round up a refreshment and let's resume this rank recollection.

Hello everyone, welcome to Tales from the Stinky Dragon. I'm your Dungeon Master Gustavo Sorolla, and I'm going to hit R4 players with an arrow. Arrow. No. Arrow. Hello. At this point, I want to take all of your intros, overlap them, and see how different they sound. I feel like they sound identical. A cacophony of Gus sort of synced together. Hello, everyone. And welcome to the... Yep. There's a cadence. People expect a certain level of quality when they're getting an arrow from Dungeon Master of the Stars, Gustavo Sorolla. This week's arrow question is, if you had a supervillain, what would it look like? And that's submitted by Tara Evergreen. Thank you, Tara.

Everyone, roll initiative. Let's see who's going to answer this.

Ooh.

20.

10.

Dang it.

19.

18.

Well, hello, everyone.

I'm Chris Damaris and I play Gunther, the male crook folk fighter, level five.

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