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".
Wait, so the various independant adventure publishers can't use the word illithid, but Jones Soda can? I think it would taste like grape and some sort of mellow melon pulp...
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Wait, so the various independant adventure publishers can't use the word illithid, but Jones Soda can? I think it would taste like grape and some sort of mellow melon pulp...
Yes, yes we do.
Damn that bigby, he always has the greatest licensing tie ins.
bacred - when you are "in" with the sheep.
I agree, Aerin. Sell the Greyhawk rights, Wizards! And, if anyone deserves to have a soda, it's Bigby, not that uppity Mordenkainen.
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