Looks like our heroes survived the toe jams, but they've still got an awful lot of

Colossus left a climb. This month on D&D. Minus. The And the We see five sleeping bodies just outside a cave.

Bridget's healing magic dances like lightning across their wounds, fading bruises and knitting flesh back together.

The sun sheds its first beam over the foothills of roads, and as it strikes the sleeping form of Dave the Dragonborn

his skin glows with the mark of a golden chain wrapped around his arm.

He's dreaming of a girl named Tackle Home from his village,

and is in the fairly fun part of the dream

when he has woken up by the furious slaps of a pug of peggicorn.

Do you have any idea how much dissolving in a cube hurts?

I'm having a fucking dream about humplankle horn. Get away. Oh, I'm sorry. Did I ruin your dream? Allow me to go over here and make some magic stones while your body is dissolving out of your corporeal form.

Look at the shiny stones I made everybody.

I expected other people to throw it and they're magical.

I was just setting up the rest of the party.

You're a pug, I can beat you up.

I'm a pug of peccagon and I will horn you directly into the pea hole.

I will wait until you sleep because I am a demon. I never have to sleep and as you can tell now I cannot die because I'm a familiar.

I'd like to roll for fighting Carl. Yay. All right. Great. Roll for initiative against Carl.

Excuse me.

Wait, wait.

I believe.

I believe I am awake because you said my magic was helping you.

So I cannot stand for this you cannot you cannot kill that

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