OBXGC - It's a trap!

OBXGC - It's a trap!

I promise to come back to this one. I will either start a running log of our collective descent into Undermountain/madness OR post more embarrassing photos and start making up crap about everyone.

This page also just placeholder. Our group's super secret hideout is just behind the page but you failed your Perception check so go away.

Saltmarshia Brady

Our crew is currently ensconced in a number of places around the New World (which reminds me we need to go download the Amazon game too). We left the Waterdeep kids in dire straights on the doorstep to Undermountain - more on that later - and have our latest heroes dipping their toes into the kiddie pools of the Sword Coast. I found some random line art and cobbled together this drawing of us.

You can read some of our Saltmarsh misadventures on the blog - not on this site since I was too lazy to find a good Ubuntu user friends blogging freeware platform. We're all taking old school detailed notes but the blog may lest us collaborate and discuss in a more shame-filled public environment. Yay!!

“I’m a mog – half man, half dog. I’m my own best friend.” – Barf, Spaceballs

While we excel in creating too many oddities in role playing, the flesh and blood heroes in OBXGC are simple folk.  Which is to say, a bunch of swarthy, muscular rocket scientists who struggle to spend time away from our Nobel Prize-winning research. I checked the pudding and here's the proof.  The proof = A 10 year old's three-minute rendering of our group based on (a) FB post, (b) erase and paste in Paint!, and (c) current state of our Waterdeep characters.