if I was Zebani and I was named hellhound, fiend, cruel monster and my younger brothers were named that which holds the flame of a candle and light of god, I'd be so fucking pissed

so entranced by the beauty of theater and spiritual healing that I forgot that four players were in the middle of a fight scene in the necromancy mansion that kills you extra necromantically

im completely addicted to Open Link in New Tab

if Open Link in New Tab is wrong then baby i dont want to be right

Primus: look, we procrastinated and had to do it in a rush, i don't know what you want me to say. it happens

Primus Tachonis doing his whole speech about his sons whereabouts and his son is literally at their house

I have fucking chills at this repainted pariah blade ringing out in this stage play about resilience, performed on the reclaimed site of the god the people killed. why do we tell stories

when you cast Charm Person and accidentally trigger latent obsession behavior & reveal intense fervor for eradicating the fey, horrifying, but also when you're a devout lux and rebuff the expectation of "companionship" for your boss and by the end of the interaction you've lost all bodily autonomy in a different way, horrifying

Tyranny and Wick using Bolaire like a malfunctioning cell phone