Ashen moon climbs high
We sink unseen, skulk the lair
There! The silver's egg!Rogue lifts ear to night
Raking hush of leathern stroke
Mother returns! Hide!
Hunched behind jeweled shield
Pray for distant distractionGods, draw her away!
Poodle Jack Slaad,
a mixture of three species,
Made by a bad wish.
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Stalking through the night
A lycanthope silently
waits for prey to show...
A mindflayer says
"All your brains are belong to us."
It's tentacles strike.
Ashen moon climbs high
We sink unseen, skulk the lair
There! The silver's egg!Rogue lifts ear to night
Raking hush of leathern stroke
Mother returns! Hide!Hunched behind jeweled shield
Pray for distant distraction
Gods, draw her away!
Shrink at slaughter’s cry
Childhood friends reborn red mistMy sweat guides her near
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The diamond sparkles
Shimmering in the darkness
In the demon's hand
Enter the stronghold
Making their way through the maze
Surrounded by traps
As two comrades fall
The desperate wizard casts
Another foe gone
Weary and beaten
The survivors push forward
Destiny awaits
Entering the heart
The demon looks down and laughs
At the two mortals
The battle ensues
Flesh and steel, magic and death
The end approaches
The demon screams out
As a blade is buried deep
Abyssal blood flows
A final blow lands
Demonic claws rend his flesh
The Reaper claims all
The diamond sparkles
Shimmering in the darkness
Surrounded by death
Ashen moon climbs high
We sink unseen, skulk the lair
There! The silver's egg!Rogue lifts ear to night
Raking hush of leathern stroke
Mother returns! Hide!Hunched behind jeweled shield
Pray for distant distraction
Gods, draw her away!Shrink at slaughter’s cry
Childhood friends reborn red mist
My sweat guides her near
Cresting o'er shield
Silver river of terrorChoke on me, wyrm b!tch!
Got tired of doing one at a time. This is finished.
Gold from Silver
Ashen moon climbs high
We sink unseen, skulk the lair
There! The silver's egg!
Rogue lifts ear to night
Raking hush of leathern stroke
Mother returns! Hide!
Hunched behind jeweled shield
Pray for distant distraction
Gods, draw her away!
Shrink at slaughter’s cry
Childhood friends reborn red mist
My sweat guides her near
Cresting high o’er shield
Silver river of terror
Choke on me wyrm b!tch!
Who was I for this?
Greater men’s shells lay scattered
Heroic litter
Scream to sunder hearts!
It opens as it closes
Ancient maw blots hope
I raise spatula
Their mission’s lone survivor
Here for a mule’s cut
“A cook?” asked the drake
“A chef!” I cried proud
Mirth’s quaking rumble
“I’ll dine on your friends…”
Limbs dropped cold, heavy as stone
“But take gold as tip.”
Absurd? No, it’s true
And answers your rude question
How I came to rule!
why do i hate them
haiku suck it hard and big
i do hate them so
Late in the dark night
Monkey stares at glowing screen
Time for sleep monkey
The carrier sits
Unsuspecting of the event
Egg shifts in belly
why do i hate them
haiku suck it hard and big
i do hate them so
Perhaps their rigidity of form?
How are you insofar as sonnets go?
d and d hidden
i thought while at summer camp
mom burnt all my books
"Where's the Mountain Dew?"
"I cast it at the darkness"
"Refrigerator"
My garden calls me
But the Internet holds wonders
I must turn it off
d and d hidden
i thought while at summer camp
mom burnt all my books
Ouch.
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Why pick Conjurer?
To you I will ask, why not?
Fear my Summoning!
The Malconvoker
laughs at the party's barbarian,
as he calls demons.
He laughs at wizards,
with their silly evocations,
and calls centipedes.
Wizard screams when hit,
the centipede grapples him.
Bye bye poor wizard.
Two down, two to go.
The rogue dies very quickly,
Ripped to bits by wolves.
The cleric goes next,
as he runs out of cure spells.
He goes to his god.
Holding gleaming books
Knowing more awaits - a tome
Fourteen days til joy
Argumentative
Pseudointellectual
Snuffleupagus
Mick Jagger is cool
He laughs when you cry about life
Sing me a song b1tc4
Floating brain and beak
Tentacles paralyze you
A snack for a grell
Sorcerer corrupt
Necromancer through and through
Evil wins tonight
Zombies inside fence
claws and teeth and cold dead eyes
zombies uhmmmmmm uhnnnn ....BRAINS!
Jacks, Slaads, and Poodles
are fighting a play by post
war. Join us, the Slaads!
When you play this game,
you are casting spells FOR REAL!!!
YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!!!11!1!!
What the hell was that
Save versus Death Ray I guess
Damn homebrew Im dead
DMs feel my pain
Running unprepared again.
Damn World of Warcraft.
Thread resurrection.
This is necessary I think...
This is just too sweet!