Session 1: after defeating the guards outside the cave last session, the party pushed into Cragmaw Hideout. The rogue was too badly injured to continue (the player withdrew from the campaign). The dice gods did not bless the party and they had to withdraw to Phandalin or be destroyed by Klarg!

Session 0 was a success! The party departed Neverwinter for Phandalin and ran into some trouble on the way!
I also sheepishly realized my minis deserve better storage than they've been getting since being painted.

POV: your truck is 30 yrs old, and you basically share 50/50 custody with the mechanic

Things that radicalized me: How Americans nearly destroyed the buffalo to starve the indigenous peoples of the Great Plains. Millions of animals killed and left to rot in the name of Manifest Destiny. Today the Great Plains have lost most of their topsoil, once the deepest and richest soil of all.

First post! Look at my tomatoes