This week, at the game ...

"Remove thy axe from my backside!" Or why a natural one is always a failure, even if you're a dwarf trying to barge past a human when you're both covered in pig fat.

"I AM SNOTLING, LORD OF THE DUNGEON! Pay me 100GP each to pass!" The halfling wanted to keep it as a pet, but sadly, the GM did not comply. And then our hysterical laughter alerted half a dozen beastmen. Oops?

Also, the entire (regular) party has now been struck by lightning. I suspect the gods are trying to tell us something.