I Swing the Vorpal Spork of Irony like some Hyperborean Usurper through the Hordes of the Unwashed.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Bobbing for Orcs!!!
A funny thing happened on the way to the Land of the Giants. Our weary party stumbled over the last ridge into a vale with a frozen pond. A party of Orcs had chipped a hole in the ice and were filling their water skins. As we watched, a blue tentacle reached out from the hole and was grasping for a quick snack..... What were we to do? What would you do?