#‣ What a horrible night to have a curse

[sans-guy]

Why Does It consume me Now

[rootfish13]

Another sleepless night.

[procrastinating-destiny]

[187um-killa-trill]

The Black Dahlia Murder "What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse" (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

[xv777-blog]

[personalaudioexpo]

[meowfaces-foryou]

The Black Dahlia Murder

[tenleaguesbeneath]

A third category of land, between the lawful civilized lands and the chaotic wilderness: neutral borderlands, with references dating back to the Mentzer Companion set, with a recommendation of using different encounter tables.

I think this solves the problem of dungeons being less dangerous than the surrounding lands, and also of, like, reopening a pasture being a task for a mid-level character: A pasture that you haven’t been using for a winter or even for a year is borderlands, not wilderness, and the 1st-level-character-friendly dungeon is probably still more dangerous, if only in concentration, than the surrounding borderlands.

[cadcnce-archived]

Holds a minute silence in memory of Wylan, he was a person, with feelings or something.

He’s with the angels now. Or something.

[vic-viper-74]

I've became overwhelmed with the urge to run around outside at 4am listening to castlevania music

[maplewood-grove]

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[asphyxiating-endless-darkness]

WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE - THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER

This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely are locked When the sun threatens to wane Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light Beyond the warmth of day Liars line the roads at dawn Watchful eyes are upon you held Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed To be unleashed upon the council of hell Blood flows down the streets at night Where wolves cry out for flesh Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby With the forms of the walking dead Unholy inversion of hope Twisting the faith of the meek into hate Driven insane by the dark one To bring fourth the foul biddings he speaks The undead are among us At dawn they shrink back to their silken beds They dance by night and drink the blood Of a child's broken neck His spires are growing taller Still their shadows spreading throughout the land Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man Into the tower never go the horrors multiply The gears can mince the strongest ones Leaving heroes paralyzed The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole The ghouls that roam this darkened wood Are thirsting for your throat Unholy inversion of hope Twisting the faith of the meek into hate Driven insane by the dark one To bring forth the foul biddings he speaks The undead are among us At dawn they shrink back to their silken beds They dance by night and drink the blood Of a child's broken neck His spires are growing taller Still their shadows spreading throughout the land Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man