druids as a class are rough because turning into a bear isn’t great against, like, a dragon or iron golem, so you enter this arms race where druids have to spit bees and shit hurricanes just to stay viable in this dark earth
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the dungeon is finished, the time comes to divide up the treasure the Druid takes the boots, they're not even magical, he doesn't care--he takes every type of footwear you find, sometimes right off of corpses you've never once seen him wear any of them
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the Druid is about to be cleaved in twain by an Orc you parry its blow, saving his life the next evening, you find a live trout in your bedroll. You look across the fire to the Druid, he looks back at you and winks
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the march through Hobgoblin territory stretches into the night everyone's nerves are on edge, fearing an ambush the Druid whispers to you: "here, smoke this to take the edge off" he discreetly passes you an acorn
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you are ambushed by Gnolls and a spear goes through your shoulder you fall and ask the Druid for healing he thinks, then nods sagely he bashes you in the knee with an oak branch
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you're walking through the ruins with the Druid he nudges you, shoots you a lascivious, suggestive waggle of the eyebrows and gestures expectantly behind him is a patch of lichen
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you hear whispering and see the Druid muttering something to a frog they both fall silent as you pass and then resume when they think you're out of earshot
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you wake up and feel the claws of a badger carefully braiding your hair lying perfectly still, you look across the camp the Druid's bedroll is empty
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as you're riding through the forest, a bird poops on your shoulder you look across the road, the Druid is looking back at you with bird poop on his shoulder you worry you might now be married
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the Troll sniffs the air, searching for your scent ten feet away behind a wall, the Druid looks you dead in the eyes and slides his entire fist into his mouth daring you to say something
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I got in a twitter argument with a druid and my TL was “






































” for a month, which, idk, I guess I didn’t expect that “Summon Woodland Creatures” would work here. Lesson definitely learned.Thanks. Twitter will use this to make your timeline better. UndoUndo
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is this a tweet about gray,
@allmaxd20?
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Gray draws his friends faces on silk his mushrooms when going in long solo journeys to keep him company.
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