Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160225165345

(You know, I actually did used to play a lot of D&D.. but our Dungeon Master was a bit strange.. he'd create his own third party stuff, typically creatures or equipment.. and our campaigns would often times end up like something out of MGE.. ever so sexual, or just downright goofy, like one-shotting a Gelatinous Cube with a single spell of Cast Grease. We never did fight a Terrasque though, and when we did fight Dragons (at levels 1-3, mind you,) typically we only one because of a Divine Intervention roll, or just luck.)

The visions.. DM's frame seemed to shake and tremble at the sight of such horrible beasts, killing, slaying and devouring without remorse. How did anyone manage to survive in those days..? Even with the blessing of the Chief God, it seems like a mighty Dragon would just stomp on them all.. then again, DM hardly believed any of the Order soldiers he had encountered prior could be considered Heroes.. or really.. anyone he had met, prior to Moor Dread and Grigor Armstrong.

''"So that's what it was like, back then..?" ''he fell silent, calmly walking forward. ''"Kinda glad the monsters of today seek.. a different kind of food, if you catch my drift. A lot less chance of.. death and predation, now.. but what with this Civil War.. do you think they'll try and return to their old forms?" ''As he asked that question, a serious gaze found DM's face.. as he marched through the dark hall. "The goal I've set for the long term was to end conflict on all scales.. from wars on the Material Plane to those in the Heavens. Be it with diplomacy, bribery or force.. I'm determined to see it through. Starting with this Lich."