In a dying wizard's brain, his last prepared spell flights with desperation to survive, it keeps the brain alive for centuries using strange techniques beyond our ken. I present, for your approval, "Spell Lich"

Spent most of my morning developing an adventure centered around helping a wizard shrink his neck back down. I have always been part of what's wrong with the hobby.

I made a d&d map of a building years ago, and now it's gone and I am sad because I have to make it again

Mind bullets.

Laying in bed and worrying is my new playing video games.

You guys ever fart and then smell it? way worse than the other way around imho

I've been farting around all day with ttrpg ideas. But I'm still missing how I want resource management on a living ship to look.

Hello world