Nothing soothes his savage heart like the feel of wind on his skin and fabric in his white-knuckled clutch. If he critically fails his check to rip the shirt, does he put on a sweater?
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And you know what? It really wasn’t.
Sort of a fishy premise. When I read it, I cod hardly believe it. I mean, I won’t entirely rule it trout.
“Geez, no need to be so crabby.”
“That’s it. I’m killing him.”
“I guess that’s what I get for just handing out transdimensional hell-blades.”
“Gosh Satan, I didn’t mean to–”
“You know what, no, it’s fine. It’s fine! Just go.”
In other news, this exists: https://www.patreon.com/acstuart
It’s not officially launching until next week when I have a video up, but you can go ahead and pledge now or just take a look, and you won’t be charged anything until I officially kick things off.
As an aside, due to the number of stories I’m getting about people’s characters secretly being bears, I’m considering changing the premise of this blog to ‘Your Character is a Bear but No One Knows Stories.’
Talk about a buzzkill.
Head-canon: The rest of the party was killed and eaten. Turning to the last remaining member, something about the healer’s peaceful slumber softens the hearts of the wolves. They adopt the healer into their pack and have many fantastic adventures in the deep woods. Later, the wolves are attacked in the middle of the night by an adventuring party, and the healer sleeps through the whole battle.
<Later, standing over grave with remaining party members> There is nothing I could have done.