Mine was a Wild Magic Sorcerer that vehemently believed he was a regular city guardsman and explained every bit of magic he produced away as pure happenstance.
Mine was a Wild Magic Sorcerer that vehemently believed he was a regular city guardsman and explained every bit of magic he produced away as pure happenstance.
Oh Trullius, my poor bard of oration, a rhetorical master of sophistry. He may never see the light of a campaign, and maybe that’s for the best.