Last night's D&D game had some personnel shake-ups. Jonathan retired Greyson, his shapeshifting druid/spririt shaman. Since Greyson almost always took the form of a ginormous bear, last night's combat was the first in a long time to not feature the grappling rules. Greyson was replaced by Theravul (sp?), a Phrenic Human duskblade/spellthief/arcane duelist/kitchen sink and his handy cleric cohort Gregor Guntherson. Odolan the Tiefling taught us all a valuable lesson: don't taunt a dragon in its native tongue. Especially a Half-Fiend Dragon capable of casting destruction on your sorry ass. Jon, Odolan's player, now holds the distinction of losing two characters in the campaign.
"Man, is there anything Jeff CAN'T do when it comes to gaming? This guy is like a critical 20 every roll. Jeff can bite the heads offa five game geeks, including their sorry-ass DM, and spit 'em into a large duffel bag ONE AT A TIME!...that's just the kind of messed up bastard he is! You think yer a gamer, punk? Well..do ya? Jeff will depants your weasel-ass right in front of your grandma."