Ink And Magic Studios

Roll a d20, and hope to hell you roll that s**t high, bitch. He quests, he quarrels, he quills ink to paper... and he decides the fate of your existence.

Past the crumbling cavern entrance, down a treacherous stone staircase, braving monsters and mayhem alike, but dare ye enter, shall ye find the Lair of the Master. Please be warned, there is a strict No-Pants policy enforced in the Lair. Sit back, relax, it's gonna be a fun night.