Ah, the wind, the rain, the sun, the chafing between the thighs. Nothing like being back on a horse in the rough wilderness.
Aye, we've left the pyramid behind us in ruins, the ghosts of Thrullzon and Karavakos to wail on the wind, and the Rod of Ruin in ashes. I drank many a jolly libation to the passing of that foul thing, and when I was done
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We're looking forward to something with a bunch more character play and a bit less dungeon crawling, and this has a good feel about it so far.
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