Happy Thanksgiving from us at Battlements. May your table be heavy with food, surrounded with friends and family, and supported by your vanquished enemies.
Necromancy as a gardener’s last resort to save my begonias sounds extreme at first, but it really brings the yard to life (Wokka wokka). Shane steps up! Also, magical jazz hands!
Blessings of Corejax, God of Muscles, be upon you. Crunch into this blessed biscuit of biceps for instant muscles. Got muscles already? Righteous is he who doesn’t skip leg day, for he follows the routine of the God of Muscles.
Wishing you a safe and happy holidays this year from us at Battlements. Hope your stocking didn’t get the Rail treatment this year.
Clandestine meetings with cultists? I’m sure everything is on the up-and-up. Just want to discuss the building of that kitten orphanage or something wholesome like that.
Ludwig?! More like RUDEwig! The Doomswick Cult Leaders are all gathered in Battlesburg. I’m still not sure if the giant spider is cute or terrifying.
The Doomswick ‘Legitimate Religious Organizations’ are coordinating with Ludwig?! Doomswick really is in trouble. You’re never going to get the smell of goat meat out of the streets now.
