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".
i don't see what the big deal is. WE just warp him back to town and have one of the clerics bring him back. I'm more than willing to ante up more than my share of gp for it.
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Yep. I heard about it this afternoon.
*dons my ochre robe and chants*
We mourn his passing.
:-(
My favorite thing I've seen about this, yet:
"I hope he gets buried in a big underground tomb filled with traps and treasure."
So do I. So do I.
*buries a 20 sided die in the yard*
Roll on Sir DM, roll on.
i don't see what the big deal is. WE just warp him back to town and have one of the clerics bring him back. I'm more than willing to ante up more than my share of gp for it.
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