#pc: edmond daverly

[lockhinge]

Tek (rogue): Wish me luck. Edmond (bard): Any way I can help? Tek (rogue): Wish me luck... Edmond (bard): ...Oh! *belated bardic inspiration*

[lockhinge]

"Oh no, my only weakness: losing all of my hit points to death!"

- Edmond, changeling bard

[lockhinge]

"This is both the best thing that could have happened to any of us, as well as possibly the biggest mistake we've ever made."

- Tek, about giving the changeling bard a pet mimic

[lockhinge]

"Ah, yes, that was while I was trapped in the physical manifestation of my repressed emotions for several rounds."

- Edmond, changeling bard, recounts last season's boss fight

[lockhinge]

Edmond (bard): That could have been an extra-wordy Healing Word, for all I know. Tek (other bard): Healing Words. Edmond (bard): Healing Essay, yes.

[lockhinge]

Tek (bard/rogue): Do we need dinner? Edmond (bard): Yes. As whimsical and magical as I am, I will perish without food.

[lockhinge]

Edmond (bard): I don't get off on killing people. I get off on watching them die. Tek (other bard): —Thank you!

[lockhinge]

DM: Edmond hears the bad guy calling their boys for backup, tries to Perceive them... Ah, and he rolled a 2. Edmond: Boys!? Where? In this economy?

[lockhinge]

Tek (rogue): I'm friends with Lio now. We talked! Edmond (bard): Do you feel better? Tek (rogue): No! Edmond (bard): From what I hear, that's a sign of friendship.

[lockhinge]

Edmond (bard): We have to try the jam sampler. Tek (other bard): The— Edmond (bard): —Jampler.