“Geez, no need to be so crabby.”
“That’s it. I’m killing him.”
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“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.”
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That horse is whack with poo-brain.
Talk about a buzzkill.
In the actual submitted story, they included that the character who demanded to fight the dragon actually did fight the dragon, and that the dragon killed him. I would’ve included that, but I didn’t want the comic to drag on.
:D
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.
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?
“Lo, brave adventurers! Have you the mettle to take upon ye this noble que-AAHH” “SKREAUGUGHGHH” (violent noises)
And you know what? It really wasn’t.
What a dog.