In high school my Coke dealers lived in this giant ass Victorian house that had, like, five floors. The first floor had all the living stuff, the second their bedrooms, and the third floor was blocked off.
When I asked why they’d sealed the stairway to the upper floors with plywood, they told me that a bunch of raccoons had got in the house through the roof and that the upper floors were theirs now.
I wasn’t just standing there like a dipshit. I was screaming at the party to get the fuck away from that well.
He saw Raistlin—the mage’s ghastly face glistening metallic yellow, his golden eyes red in the red moon’s light—scream something Tanis couldn’t hear.
And then that cunt dropped a Darkness spell, along with his natural dragonfear, and the dumbass Plainsman got smoked. And BTW, Khisanth was hella bigger than the little wyrm pictured.
Anywho, Riverwind’s gf found the Staff of Healing, saved her fiancée, learned of the Old Gods and I got the first in my collection of Fistandantilus’ spell books. Good day all together. Also, be cautious with Charm Person. Got a filthy gully dwarf following me around, forever.
SOURCE: Username and Dragons of Autumn Twilight.
I’ve considered re-reading the dragonlance books on a few occasions but worry my fond memories are mostly nostalgia and not genuine worth… or worth trying to get one of the kids into…
I seem to recall legend of huma was baller, but again not sure if that’s real or just memories of a happier time…
I picked Autumn Twilight up again recently. The grammar and writing is a little simplistic but that just makes it a quicker read. The story is still excellent plus I’m sure the writing gets stronger over the course of the series.
TY. Appreciate the insight.
Sexy legs dragon.
Stupid sexy dragon
Cat looking down from the mountain: Call me not to action for this is not my fight!
If he didn’t need snackies why does he have lil hands to eat them with?!?
