With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
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Did you paint that yourself? It's figures like that that really make my Warhammer miniatures look bad.
I was surprised to learn that I haven't lost everything from my art classes in high school and college.
The cat's done too!
Yes, painted cat!
W00t!
The problem with being multi-classed is not being able to decide which response is proper for the cat praise:
"What's a Sorceror without his familiar?"
or
"What's a Bard without some pussy?"
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