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5 years ago ::
Nov 11, 2008 - 7:35PM
#31
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Date Joined:
Mar 17, 2003
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There once was a warlock named Bjorn
Whose implement was a black horn.
Pointing it, he laughed,
"A demon-made shaft
Kills any I wish with great scorn"
On the way to the tavern, I saw
Bjorn speaking with Regdar, a bore.
Regdar claimed to have seen
The Tarrasque's great green spleen
And made it into a hat, which he wore.
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"Taking an airship one fine day"
Chandrak's awesome solutions to the 5-minute workday 'problem'Seeing as there is a disconnect between balance (quantifiable) and fun, (subjective and personal) discussing fun in a thread about balance because you find one system more enjoyable than another is as helpful as discussing religion in a thread about architectural engineering because you think cathedrals look prettier than outhouses.
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5 years ago ::
Nov 11, 2008 - 8:00PM
#32
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- Hero Craftsman Gold Medalist
Date Joined:
Oct 19, 2004
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Taking an airship one fine day
I walked into the ship's cafe
And spotted a dame
Who put Sune to shame
And thanked Pelor for the display.
She wanted to be entertained,
And we shared a glass of champagne.
But after we kissed
She vanished in mist
And I found myself level drained.
The warlord had noticed a rash...
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5 years ago ::
Nov 11, 2008 - 8:20PM
#33
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Date Joined:
Aug 31, 2006
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The warlord had noticed a rash
It was probably from that trash
He shouldn’t tipped
When he was stripped
But she was just so brash
Next: There was a Young elf whose face...
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5 years ago ::
Nov 11, 2008 - 9:48PM
#34
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There was a young elf whose face
caused amorous youths to give chase.
However, she offended
a bugbear, who intended,
to stove in her head with a mace.
The kobold cunningly shifted...
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5 years ago ::
Nov 11, 2008 - 11:06PM
#35
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Date Joined:
Jul 24, 2008
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The kobald cunningly shifted
and the ranger became then quite mifted.
The wizard prepared
a dire spell, but he erred;
undamaged, the kobold was lifted.
With acid the jelly attacked...
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5 years ago ::
Nov 11, 2008 - 11:50PM
#36
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Date Joined:
Mar 29, 2007
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With acid the jelly attacked
It ate through the satchel I'd packed,
My body started to shudder
Yet no scream could I utter
For internal organs I lacked.
Eaten alive by an ochre jelly... sigh.
Here's some tough ones to start with:
The oceans rose up with sahuagin...
or: In a dungeon I met a svirfneblin...
or even: The deep dragons' scales were purple...
But let's go with an easier one:
From within the next room came a clamor...
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5 years ago ::
Nov 12, 2008 - 6:59AM
#37
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Date Joined:
Dec 24, 2007
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From within the next room came a clamor
So loud that my ears it did hammer
I thought it a fight
But grinned in delight
When I saw two Elf maidens in amor.
Smexy.
NEXT: The Fiend was a mere shift away ...
Resident Prophet of the OTTer.Section Six Soldier Front Door of the House of Trolls If you're terribly afraid of your character dying, it may be best if you roleplayed something other than an adventurer.
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5 years ago ::
Nov 12, 2008 - 7:50AM
#38
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- Hero Craftsman Gold Medalist
Date Joined:
Oct 19, 2004
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The oceans rose up with sahuagin...
And worse, to the whole crew's chagrin
The captain just took
A single quick look
And fainted before the great din.
In a dungeon I met a svirfneblin
Who greeted me with a huge grin
Rather than be a martyr
He offered to barter
And we toasted with some good gin.
The Fiend was a mere shift away
So I got down on my knees to pray
That a nice deity
Could perchance save me
From becoming a fillet.
The goblin was riding a worg...
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5 years ago ::
Nov 12, 2008 - 10:41AM
#39
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Date Joined:
Sep 10, 2005
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A goblin was riding a worg
Provided by mounts dot org
[INDENT]It made her sneeze
and was covered with fleas[/INDENT]
So now the worg's in the morgue.
Having spent all of their daily's
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5 years ago ::
Nov 12, 2008 - 11:37AM
#40
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- Forum Guide
- Hero Craftsman Gold Medalist
- Master Dungeon Master
Date Joined:
Jun 23, 2005
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Having spent all of their dailies,
The party foresaw they'd be failies
So they gathered their gold
And retired to Ye Olde
Mottes and associated Baileys!
There once was a Warforged from Sharn...
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