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Unrelated, but Spinel owes Umberlee a Cannabis thats what I do I go outside I smoke and I know things vintage shirt now for assisting in a trial. Apparently Umberlee is going to send one of her real priests onto Spinel’s ship, when Spinel graduates and assembles her own crew. I got to make said priest—he’s a proper Yandere. Spinel has no idea what she just signed up for. Immediately volunteered to participate in the Blood War when she learned Errakyon would have to serve in order to pay for some mass resurrections. (Long story that marks the start of Erra’s redemption. It’s awesome!) Instead of him going to Avernus for one day a week for ten years, now both of them go to Avernus for one day a week for five years.

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The family has moved into their own home now, an older home (still nice, but no high ceilings and not many elf hiding places!), and the children have both multiplied AND grown older, taller, and Cannabis thats what I do I go outside I smoke and I know things vintage shirt. The Elf game is now the bane of the mom’s existence. Hiding it is a task. Several times this year, the Elf hasn’t had to go back to Santa because the kids were SO good the day before, thus explaining why he remained in the exact same hiding spot as the previous day. One evening, the mom is flustered. She finally hands the Elf to the dad and says,  you hide the #%)(#^# elf today, but hide it high, because Big M is testing the waters and going to touch the #%(^#^ thing.” Dad’s answer is less than ideal – not only is the perch precarious, but it’s easily within reach of at least the oldest child, if not the second oldest as well. And it’s possible the elf is also judging the thermostat temp, which is an ongoing passive aggressive battle between mom (who sits at home and freezes all day) and dad (who pays the bills, but also works in his nice warm office all day).

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“I have my personal spell books destroyed upon my death by a Cannabis thats what I do I go outside I smoke and I know things vintage shirt contingency immolation spell. A hidden copy of my book waiting by my Clone (spell) in a Demiplane of Non-detection.”  Skalacon ‘Demon Handler’ And if you killed Gagnon ‘The Muse Wizard’, not that you could, but did so and found his spell book, you would receive some 70 Wizard spells. Many of them you may have already. You might gain like 20 spells that are new to your up and coming Wizard. And that would be a huge plunder more valuable than any magic item, for example. That could happen here and there but only as a rarity. Gagnon is a NPC incubus, 11th level Wizard. I ran him in two campaigns now. All the player character Wizards and the NPC Wizards of my campaign guard and are very conscious of their spells and spell books. Here is an example of Solos (Rat Folk) ‘Rat Mage’… At 9th level Wizard’s spell book.

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I was hoping Delores wouldn’t become a Cannabis thats what I do I go outside I smoke and I know things vintage shirt aggressive rooster, as my recently deceased “Lance” had been, before passing on to “rooster heaven” with the assistance of a local coyote. The rooster I currently had, Gordon, was a sweet boy and was very happy to have Lance gone. Lance had been a fierce rooster who attacked literally every moving thing but the hens and me (displaying extreme good taste and discretion) and I was not prepared to live through as second several years of yet another “attack rooster”. Neither were the neighbor dogs. Nor were the neighbors, for that matter. I really didn’t think this would be a problem, as Delores was such a sweet rooster – showing no violence or aggression at all, and just wanted to sit on my shoulder (rather like a parrot) and look around. He’d snuggle against anyone’s neck or in anyone’s lap who would hold him and he adored being petted. Delores ran around digging for bugs in the lawn – but was just as happy sitting by the kitchen sink watching me trim vegetables or whatever. He made (as all my chickens did) a truce with the cats and was friends with the goats, horses and my other rooster, Gordon. They all slept together in the barn at night.