Hope Never Withers – Part Thirty-Five
Chapter: Season Nine
Howdy. Thanks for the patience between posts. Big pages and bringing some freelance across the finish line slowed posts a tiny bit. The next page goes up on Friday.
In case you missed it, I published the College of Metal over on the Dungeon Master’s Guild. It is a brand new bardic college for 5e Dungeons and Dragons bards that allows you to harness the raw, unbridled power of Metal. Bards in the College of Metal may choose between two disciplines: Thunder and Death, each with their own abilities and perks. If you have been on the fence about bards or just want to take a character in new directions, give it a look.
Trying to infer what “She said the word.” is referring to. Breathe?
The word that turned her (Carlisle) into the eyeball mace monster.
Correct!
I think that’s Sinclair from the first innsmouth arc!
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe
Okayyyy… If anyone wants me, I’ll be looking up a good psychiatrist to restore all those sanity points I just lost…
(Also, this is awesome!) 🙂
I love your comments. Truly. They always crack me up and I always walk away with a tiny pang of guilt. LOL.
We aim to please 😉
“What makes you think I am actually there?”
…. THERE, not HERE. So he/it is in fact SOMEWHERE, and actually talking to her. It’s not a hallucination!
…
Now, everyone lose 1d6+1 SAN, for thinking about WHERE that somewhere might be. Because you know you just did.
It’s a non-Euclidian somewhere, isn’t it?
Pfft. I won’t go insane coing up with possibilities, especially if my particular head canon is that he’s sitting on the loo at an interdimensional truck stop. What else is he going to do while he pinches a loaf?
What? Why is everyone rolling another d6? 😀