He only preys on weak knights.
I'd get so angry trying to blow out my birthday candles.
And I just KNOW if I were up there I would be physically unable to keep myself from responding "Dragon to Mission Control, I read with my eyes, over." I wonder how many times before they airlock me.
Whelp, that's a good start.
... guess you could say he sleighed it
Credit my 9 year old son, flexing being a dad early.
So they can fight the knights!
I guess I consider myself die-curious
Because he had an e-reptile dysfunction
He should feel welcome to the new age.
Because they always start at the end.
... it is such a rowed race!
Dad: I see you're playing Dungeons and Dragons, is your character a dwarf?
Me: I'm playing a Gnome dad... we've been over this
Dad: I'm sorry - I must not be familiar with the... Gnomenclature
Made a nice flaming yawn
Me: Do they ever play this band on the radio? son: of course its imagine dragons. me: so they are active on the radio? son: looks at me for a second, oh jeez me: so they are radio-active!
From a cow with short legs.
Depends on the scales.
He sleighs them.
So they can fight knights.
When all you have to do is imagine dragons for free
Nobody saw it coming.
He spit hot fire.
A BEER-ded dragon.
Out of the way!
I guess you can say they are roll playing ...
What happened? Seems you had a lousy night ...
I'm currently running my players through a D&D adventure titled "Curse of Strahd".
Last session, my players found a journal revealing details about the main villain, Count Strahd Von Zarovich. When they acquired it, I passed the adventure book over--opened up to an illustration depicting the journal's pages--and one of the players proceeded to read. After struggling for a bit, he said, "I'm having a tough time reading this cause it's so cursive."
Yes," I responded. "It's the cursive Strahd."
I had that one chambered and ready for weeks, just waiting for the right moment.
What my players don't know is that I'm also going to include a few other bits of flavor for my them to find as they progress through the game:
Because no matter how old he gets, his wife stays 18.
It's a total earwyrm.
Once I talked my dad into playing Dungeons and Dragons with me and my friends. We were looking over his character sheet before the game when he noticed "Darkvision 60 ft." He asked me what that meant.
I said, "It means you can see 60 feet in the dark."
"But only if there are 30 people."
Because they have scales
So we are playing dnd and our Catfolk Barbarian gets sick from being bitten from a giant tick a few days ago. She's pretty salty about it because it's made her physically weaker and she can't hit thing as well. The GM (her dad) says "She is sick with a disease that's like an extreme form of lime disease." "My God". I said "It's Lemon Disease." Without skipping a beat the GM says, "Yes. And it's made a sour puss."
We all die.
Her: "Zevran, you're next few levels are going to Constitution..."
Me: "He needs a Bill of Rights."
Bonus: "How many amendments are you going to give him?"
While Photoshopping a scan of a dragon he drew in pencil, I stated I was going to convert it to grayscale. His response?
"Can we convert it to red scales, instead?"
They fire everyone
My character and his companions are walking around a dwarven ruin when a conversation occurs between two of them that goes something like this:
"You hadn't written me since the day that explosion happened! If you had died in that I would've come and dug up your corpse just to kick your ass."
The NPC in question says "what would you have done if I had been cremated?"
"I would have kicked your ash"
No groans from the other NPCs occurred but mine was certainly audible from my room.
During the scene where Astrid first flies on Toothless, my wife pointed out that Toothless is adorable and romantic. I said "Yeah, he's one hell of a wingman."
...in which I replied, "that's what they call a bad day in Arizona."
I'll see myself out.
Because I'm dragon my ass in and out of the place every day.
He only preys on weak knights.
So they can fight Knights!