Imaginations Working Overtime

We've found an Instant Fortress, somewhat guarded by some undead beasties, but now it's ours and it's a good place to rest. Things get a little awkward, however, when the Modron army, found thanks to the Modron we rescued from the Beholder, ask if they can join us. 'Will they all fit?'

'It's a little tight', says the GM, 'but yes'.

' many of them are there, precisely?'


'Oh. The way you described them, it sounded like hundreds.'

Time passes, we rest, we move on. Krunch is wondering what happened to the Modrons in the meantime.

'They rested with us.'

'All of them?!'

'How many did you think there were?'


'Seriously, these descriptions need work.'

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