Rainy day and family out of town, time to return to the solo D&D adventures of Loplop the Drunken Monk in the 1001...


Rainy day and family out of town, time to return to the solo D&D adventures of Loplop the Drunken Monk in the 1001 Pagodas of Doom.

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  1. Andrew ShieldsMarch 29, 2015 at 11:58 AM

    You pick hilarious pictures to go with your posts. Don't ever change.

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  2. Casey G.March 29, 2015 at 12:05 PM

    So far I bought a paper house, gave myself bad luck by giving money to urchins, but they led me to a shop I wanted, trained with my master's ghost, and passed on hiring a warrior named Gui Lei who needs money to pay off blackmailers.

    I had the Stars Without Number NPC generator right in front of me to come up with that last bit. Too much trouble for Loplop though. He wants to take his fried rats, firecrackers, and new thieves tools and try a locked door in that first pagoda he explored.

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  3. Casey G.March 29, 2015 at 1:03 PM

    The locked door got me nothing but a room with a demon statue that spewed burning oil at me. No secret doors either. Time to search a new pagoda.

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