fudge from the
remains of a
dessicated corpse of
dark chocolate golem.
While this happened,
the rogue lurked
grabbed ahold of
the pie that
shouldn't be touched
The Medusa snickered
turning cream pie
into cream pie.
another rogue and
a precarious cliff,
a strip joint
all got lost.
noticed the Viking
who had somehow
maintained his mead
-induced rambling post.
Once again, dragonkin
goblins in lopsided
opium den dodgeball
Then, THEY arrived.
low pants wearing
chicken breasted sons
pink plastic boas.
Big Momma Firbolg
and her trio
of four dwarves.
"Bring me some
breath mints," said
picking her nose.
The dwarves cavorted
drunk they were
and therefore immune