Ugh. So much hurting. This Old Guy Syndrome is getting to me.
Pirate fight, part II - thanks for that circle Jess, I needed a rest. Brian, no more running.
Every single instance of, "You can't hit me through your ward!" "I don't have a ward." "Oh."
Every single instance of, "This is a terrible idea."
Nonchalant chatting with a guy and his lady friend at 3am. At noon, "Tieran, that guy is undead!" "The huge scar on his chest and the army of dudes in him didn't give that away?"
Orc penis.
"I need a huge celestial item," and the ensuing stares, expletives and screaming. Thanks, Sean!
Undead howlbear.
Old guy stretch break with Bobby.
"I really need to murder one of those two, but I'm torn as to which one I should kill first."
"The dragon said to eat the potato, T'vard. You eat the potato." ... "Brandr, bring this man another potato."
Running commentary with Emily. Jeff, dragon of discord is an excellent idea.
20 Plague. Evade. 20 Plague. Evade. 20 Plague. Evade. 20 Plague. Crap. Oh, look... Noldrik!
Thank you very much to Rich, Emily, David, Mike, Tyson (see what I did there?), Kris, all the staff people I am forgetting, every single NPC and every single PC.
Especially my wife. Remember, it's her fault I'm allowed to come play.
See you in October!