Hippie Moosen

“Your patron seems kinda weird. Why do you put up with them?”

“He hooked me up with free shipping, my dude.”

I like player races that don’t typically have a concept of sex or gender. It’s one of the fun things to play with that’s just built in to warforged and leshy. “So are you a boy or a girl?” “…I’m a cactus.”

It truly is evocative of some weird fey trap that enchants its victims into reveling their own lives away.

Gary didn’t mess around. He loved putting the nastiest shit he could think of all over the damn place, seemingly to ensure players feared each and every die roll.

Make you a PC who can do both. Someone who can brood in dark corners with the best of em, but who also routinely makes sure the party is fed thanks to their chef feat.

“Honestly, I’ve seen you fight, so I’m not surprised that this is something you can do. I’m mostly just curious how you realized you could pull this off.”