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Biscuit, my 8th level companion met his end tonight at the hands of a merciless caster. But he died as he lived, protecting the squishes in the party, and likely thinking of his celebratory steak. I'd like to believe that he felt none of the 96 points of disintegrate damage he took, but I bet it hurt like hell.
So my good friend (pours mead from flagon), rest well. I shall carry a small sample of your ashes in a locket, so that we may travel together, until Pharasma claims me. I shall now retreat into the woods to meet a new friend, though they shall never replace you.

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G'Darm, thank you my friend.
Flutter, I did not take our foes' skull, only some of Biscuit's ashes.
OoC - I am frankly amazed that Biscuit survived as long as he did. Making baddies go through an animal companion to get to squishy casters is a hard way to earn a dollar, though rogues loved him. He was super fun to play, and after a couple of beers, I thought it would be fun to eulogize him.
Up next, I think Thaddeus is getting a Moose.