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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7144898" data-attributes="member: 6777052">I like that idea. Let's do it all again, and this time ...Barbarian 21gpBard 20gpCleric 20gpDruid 20gpFighter 20gpMonk 20gpPaladin 20gpRanger 20gpRogue 20gpSorcerer 20gpWarlock 18gpWizard 20gpIt was crowded in the Frolicking Frog that evening but there was one corner that seemed curiously empty, as if there was an aura about it that made people quietly avoid it. It wasn't the smell, it wasn't even the bloodstained benches, it was the presence of a hooded, black-robed figure with a scythe over his shoulder and, where in another story he might have had a chess board in front of him, there was a little row of hourglasses.A Warlock stumbled by and sat down heavily. He was his usual doom-laden self, trying very hard to get drunk and nearly succeeding. He deeply regretted taking an internship with SpellCorp but now they practically owned his soul and he couldn't get out of it. They were sending him up-country tomorrow and he was dreading it. You just knew it was trouble when they paid your expenses in advance like that. He eyed the black-robed figure and something went snurgle in his brain. "Hey buddy," quoth the Warlock, "Wanna drink?"Ah, Jeremy isn't it? Don't mind if I do, replied Death of Classes magnanimously. I'll have something small and gloopy with an umbrella in it (2gp).Nothing happens in the multiverse without consequences. When money changes hands, someone always makes a profit. Sure enough, at that very moment, there was a rattle of coins not far away as Throg the Barbarian thrashed a gambling machine he was abusing and ten silver pieces fell at his feet. He looked around, beaming with pride. "Throg win jackgoblet!" he announced to the room in general.</blockquote>

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