Pathfinder, 1/14

“Note to self, Desna does not like indoor stairways…”

“Um… it’s about the succession…”
“Crap.  I’ve wandered into an Amber game.”

“Come and face me like a man!”
“That’s racist!  Can I face you like a halfling?”

“Hey, another dog-guy.”
“They all stop.  There’s a round of butt-sniffing.”

“You can have a cup of ramen.  It’s kind of like a vegetable.”

“Now think about it… she’s a gnome… she’s not grabbing epaulets.”

“Awww, Fisty.  14 points of damage.  He’s going easy on her because she’s a girl.”

“I’m a caster; I’m all about ablative shielding.”

“You can be fire resistant in the middle of a Hiroshima nuke all you want, and it’s not going to do much for you.  ‘Oh, look, there’s a testicle.'”

“Whoo-hoo, long distance defenstration.”

“I have made the world’s first cannon, and it fires werewolves!”
“You made a dogapult!”

“Was that sound… did it break the sound barrier?  I think it just broke the sound barrier…”

“He is in fact wearing blackened full plate… and it looks like it was blackened before the explosion.”

“So is Rakael cousins with Bloody ‘Ell?  Or Fucking ‘Ell?”

“And… crumple.”
“Fister!”
“And he did.”

“Well, there’s this annoying thing they do where they TALK to them instead of stave their head in with, like, a stone.”