GrokMonkey

Recently my regular D&D group finished a 5e campaign which had been going since the closing stages of the public playtest, early last August. Here’s the hook: Each of the party members were from a different setting, and we’d somehow slipped free from the moorings of existence. We’d disappear from one location, and find ourselves somewhere--and sometimes somewhen--else. When all the reality-saving was said and done, we all popped back into our relatively quaint and quiet lives, as if we’d never left. For most of us, it was as if we were gone for mere moments.

Xlash, a disgraced (read: beardless) Dwarven exile, returned to the harsh mountains now equipped and capable enough to tear do