EmeraldSilver Blogs

“There was enough cheap beer that you don’t really remember last night, but you don’t remember having a bad time…”

“So are we lucky if you found the Inquisition or unlucky?”

“I hope I’ve said it enough times at the table that Kevin has planned for it, because tonight I’m going to swallow it.”

“It’s just not fair. You’ve already tortured him this way.”
“Yeah. Torture him in a new way, Kacey!”

“I mean, we didn’t even get a minute in, and we went to butt aliens.”

“I get the whole flying thing. Does yours report accurate information, or random useless information?”

“Luagh leaves.”
“sigh Jealous.”

“Ferret… velociraptor… they’re not that different.”

“I have Bacon of Hope.”

“I suggest that the first three words of your 25 be ‘hey, mother fucker.'”
“I was going to suggest ‘hey dick smuggler.'”

“It was a big misunderstanding.”
“Oh! You mean like when I ate – “
“Yeeeeeesss.”
“Awk-waaaard.”

“‘Bag of dicks’ too passe for our prehistoric selves right now?”

“There could be sleeper agents, and I don’t even know what sleeper agents are!”

“I want to go back down the hill. I left half my class down there…”

“Did you fill in the halfling-eating part? Because I feel like that’s integral to who we are.”

“But there is a tactical use when we’re not in combat with Greyshame. When he’s being snotty, we can just send him away for a minute…”

“You know, it’s still on the table.”
“You’re in a chair.”

“Bryan, we have agreed not to eat your suitor until your bloodline is secured.”
“…What?”

“You went to all that effort to have a vision to decide the fate of this group, and you didn’t even write it down?”