Just wrapped up a campaign.

[pooryorick@lemmy.world]

The caves are alive and have developed a taste for poor John. They yearn to feed, and their howls sound through the night like gusts of wind through the trees.

John knows the hopelessness of inevitability. Some day, they will find him. Some day, he will wake up deep in the bowels of the caves, and his cries will add to the howls of the caves on the wind.

[maggiwuerze@feddit.org]

Ah that's cool. I always feel bad for DMs that don't get to play themselves