Rilka Bamph's page

Oh, dear, I suppose I went and started this conversation without supplying any of mine...
Well, I suppose I'm proud of taking out half a million zombies with a shovel, fervent prayer, and the help of an artifact I hadn't known was in my cleric's possession.

I also enjoyed having a dwarf shot out of a grain silo, even if it was a terrible way to be brought into the negatives.

As a gm, I used Baleful Polymorph to great effect, cast by a Serpentfolk big-bad named Sheldon Thp-Thp. This was before Big Bang Theory came out, mind you. The player went from ALMIGHTY SUMMONER to eety-bitty little squirrel.

I suppose that isn't even counting the campaign where I introduced my boyfriend's invention of love... the fire-breathing skiurid. They swarmed the dragon adept. He survived, obviously, but was phobic of rodents from that point on.

But... I'm in disguise! How did you know it was me?!

Jametor, what shampoo do you use? It tastes DELICIOUS!

-gnaw-o___o

-noms on Jametor's head-

BAMPH!

You have a circle of awesome weather around you. Even as it rains outside, there's a small halo of sunshine that always hits you, and you stay at a constant, comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit, but this phenomenon intrigues the feds, and you get captured and experimented on under the accusation of terrorism.

I wish the Patriot Act had a more appropriate name.

Dirty Raccoon

Wielder of Justice

I didn't see that coming, and yes, I found it hilarious to superimpose Tirq's avatar into that situation.

The next poster is secretly a gnome.

Then what is it?!

Useful for binge drinking

Competition

Not Defeated By Sir Robin