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Basic Rules (2014)
, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or several, as
the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Basic Rules (2014)
was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or
perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Basic Rules (2014)
was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or
perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Basic Rules (2014)
was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or
perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Player's Handbook (2014)
was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or
perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Player's Handbook (2014)
was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or
perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Player's Handbook (2014)
was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or
perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon.
— R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard
The comforts of home are the goals of most halflings’ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Van Richten’s Guide to Ravenloft
their shops in the morning. The members of the true middle class pretend to be titled aristocracy, but they wear much-patched and mended clothes, and starve for a week to host a ball that barely
mask slip meets a grisly end. When an “aristocrat” at the duchess’s masquerade loses a button from a fraying coat, the duchess pronounces the impostor’s doom and the unmasked pretender crumbles to dust
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Van Richten’s Guide to Ravenloft
their shops in the morning. The members of the true middle class pretend to be titled aristocracy, but they wear much-patched and mended clothes, and starve for a week to host a ball that barely
mask slip meets a grisly end. When an “aristocrat” at the duchess’s masquerade loses a button from a fraying coat, the duchess pronounces the impostor’s doom and the unmasked pretender crumbles to dust
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Van Richten’s Guide to Ravenloft
their shops in the morning. The members of the true middle class pretend to be titled aristocracy, but they wear much-patched and mended clothes, and starve for a week to host a ball that barely
mask slip meets a grisly end. When an “aristocrat” at the duchess’s masquerade loses a button from a fraying coat, the duchess pronounces the impostor’s doom and the unmasked pretender crumbles to dust
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Curse of Strahd
howls of a young man. Three sputtering campfires fill the tent with smoke, and through the haze you see six Vistani passed out in various places on the dead grass. A barely conscious and shirtless
strung across the width of the wagon under the driver’s seat serves as Arabelle’s bed. A burlap doll with button eyes lies in the hammock; Arabelle has no other possessions. A small iron stove in the
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Curse of Strahd
howls of a young man. Three sputtering campfires fill the tent with smoke, and through the haze you see six Vistani passed out in various places on the dead grass. A barely conscious and shirtless
strung across the width of the wagon under the driver’s seat serves as Arabelle’s bed. A burlap doll with button eyes lies in the hammock; Arabelle has no other possessions. A small iron stove in the
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Curse of Strahd
howls of a young man. Three sputtering campfires fill the tent with smoke, and through the haze you see six Vistani passed out in various places on the dead grass. A barely conscious and shirtless
strung across the width of the wagon under the driver’s seat serves as Arabelle’s bed. A burlap doll with button eyes lies in the hammock; Arabelle has no other possessions. A small iron stove in the