You didn’t just screw up the entire adventure, it’s fine.

I once had a town with a powerful ent outside of it, protecting the village with awakened trees. The end ruled the area, and spoke to the players in rhymes. Which the players were convinced was a riddle, because why else would the poetry-allergic DM have gone through all this work? They "solved" the "riddle" and went out to the woods to slay a vampire that had totally been there the whole time. # Like the comic? Want to go deeper? See what else you can get on our Patreon. We make good stuff over there for our contributors, and it keeps Zach from pretending to be a baby bird in the tree outside and waiting for mother-birds to regurgitate him up some din-dins.

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