This is a Rooster Teeth production.

Jubilations, Jabber walks, flap your wings into the sticky dragon, swallow while late as

well.

Right now, he's showing a genie ripped you there.

It's a mixture of edged ear airots, dina, reddo, luna, uthoo, flim, and heafer.

When drop of this draconic drink, you'll find your enemies doing nothing except use all

their movement to move in a random direction.

Whatever that means.

Previously, our adventurers met a manic mothman munching on the book of evenfall, but our party

of professionals painlessly procured the ancient tomb and left the library lickety split.

On the way to the pyramid of ontique, they ran into a sizable stronghold, a syrup-tisha

stranger, and are now swathened shade.

Draw yourself a drip, let's dive into this dank drama.

Michael came right out of time to make up more, uh, a liberation poem stuff.

So he just went, Gus, he has two cats and they just jumped on his keyboard.

Yeah, I like that.

That's a good narrative.

Play it backwards for a fun surprise.

Hello, everyone.

My name is Gustavo Sorola.

I'm your dungeon master.

I'm going to hit our putrid party of four players with an arrow.

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