See, even the alt-text knows that to get a good party together you need lots of booze, a couple of half naked serving wenches, and booze. Mostly of course you need the dark shadowy corners so you don’t have to look at the rest of the party while you work out ways to get most of the loot for yourself, ..I mean to best help the party..yeah, yeah, that’s it.
See, and for years I thought that it was only because the public offices for government sanctioned adventuring only issued licenses in the back rooms of pubs after the requisite six ale minimum. I LEARN SO MANY THINGS FROM COMICS.
Most of the parties I’ve been in, the procedure seems to work like this:
1) You’re all in a tavern
2) Someone sets fire to the tavern
3) Five minutes later you’re all waist deep in kobold/hobgoblin/orc blood, giving each other fist bumps, hi fives and shouting “YEAH! ALRIGHT!” like you grew up together. Even the female members of the party. ESPECIALLY the female members of the party.
Frigg would probably approve. xD
Also, I may have mentioned this before, but I LOVE Payet’s axe, and want one so much it hurts.
Okay… I really need to slow down when reading the fancy text of the poster. I first read that as children of Severed noble familes. Which made me think of the assassin in the earlier strip.
And so the alliance begins…
Maybe. Unless there’s a twist in here somewhere.
The twist is that there is no twist.
OR IS THERE?
That’s twisted.
They’re gonna hafta tie M. Best down to get him to agree to anything. Especially since they’ll just “slow him down”.
Although Frigg can be quite convincing in her own way…
They’ll probably keep him as livestock for when their supplies run out, since he can’t fight or use magic…
See, even the alt-text knows that to get a good party together you need lots of booze, a couple of half naked serving wenches, and booze. Mostly of course you need the dark shadowy corners so you don’t have to look at the rest of the party while you work out ways to get most of the loot for yourself, ..I mean to best help the party..yeah, yeah, that’s it.
See, and for years I thought that it was only because the public offices for government sanctioned adventuring only issued licenses in the back rooms of pubs after the requisite six ale minimum. I LEARN SO MANY THINGS FROM COMICS.
Most of the parties I’ve been in, the procedure seems to work like this:
1) You’re all in a tavern
2) Someone sets fire to the tavern
3) Five minutes later you’re all waist deep in kobold/hobgoblin/orc blood, giving each other fist bumps, hi fives and shouting “YEAH! ALRIGHT!” like you grew up together. Even the female members of the party. ESPECIALLY the female members of the party.
Frigg would probably approve. xD
Also, I may have mentioned this before, but I LOVE Payet’s axe, and want one so much it hurts.
Arcanite Ripper FTW.
The Arcanite Ripper was one of the few reasons it SUCKED playing Warlock.
Wonderful expression on Gravedust’s face in panel 4. This comic just gets better and better.
Ancient tomb etchings and prophecy blood are expensive. Can we just write on the wall with a red marker while we wait for our drinks?
I don’t know why, but this really reminded me of a D&D game I played once…
“Do you have anything to write the spell down with?”
“…I have my blood…?”
“Ok, do you have something to write it on?”
“…I have my skin…?”
Okay… I really need to slow down when reading the fancy text of the poster. I first read that as children of Severed noble familes. Which made me think of the assassin in the earlier strip.
Wait, are those the same kids Byron’s buddy chopped up earlier?