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Originally Posted by Orc
"This grog tastes like piss, brother" I say with a sigh. "Victreth, please tuck your fucking skin in, we're drawing too much attention to ourselves".
The tavern doors burst open.
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A drunk old man runs out flailing his arms every which way screaming about a tiny barbarian taking the home base and knocks you both over. As you get up the generals assistant comes waddling down the street bright red. "You're late! He's waiting and not for much longer freaks!"....
What do you do?
And yes Orc the dungeon master leads the story but I appreciate yalls efforts