DM: At bar you see a cloaked, hunched over man. He wears a crown of bone and blade, surrounded by three sentient rings of fire. His arm is made of steel.
Players: who else is in the tavern
DM: uhhhh theres a goblin named Sam Smorkle
Players: I want to talk to Sam Smorkle
The best part about running The Lost mines of Phandelver? My players refusing to call sildar hallwhatever’s anything other than Steven Meriwanna. (Yes it’s said like marijuana.)
NWOTV is a v fucked up book but it’s also super interesting and there’s literally nothing anyone can do to convince me Ham and Lucy don’t become immortals who love each other, own a bee farm and let out all their post-ark anger by trashing Noah’s headstone.
Tbt to that kid on the grade 9 tours that had to be escorted out of the clay room bc he was too busy staring @ the boobs on me and mikayla’s sculptures to notice his group left.