Praying to Lloth the Spider

So here is a picture of me grubbing in the temple of Lloth plotting my escape!! Actually some drow commander took me as his play-thing...and he need psychiatric help not me!! any way i'm not saying what he did except that he then sold me to this blacklake district noble in Neverwinter!! And he said the secret police would be in touch when they needed an agent on the inside..oh sure if they pay me i said. so anyway this noble of Neverwinter put me up in this grubby hovel near the gate to the posh district so i could visit him at midnights most dark! He liked collecting oddities and animals...enough said there. must have made an exception then in my case. All going rather well until that dryad slag slut turned up and put a spell on him, urgh snaggleblasted whore gol-digging where's my snaggled tree bare-foot surfacer. I had to pee on her tree, it was her own fault, everyone realises that...

Blood-Queen Valsharess's butt in hot pants!!

This picture is and underground rave and fave as it shows me...and the hot butt of the Valsharess dire blood-queen in her hot pants! going for 20 gold in the underdark. hah har!!

Enterance test OLD

When you know what the goblins say about the Order of the Long Death? they say it is OLD, and then burst into hissy fits of cackeling and laughing. weird little rock-licking runts. So here is one of those precious moments when the order guard gives me the enterance test...hah har!! and ouch that hurt too! he was soon after killed by a skeleten that was hiding under some skulls, put there by a malcontented necromancer who was upset over the horrific death of his assistants. shrugs. dont know why.