Finally got set up to do 24 hour comic day again.

Woke up at midnight and drank the worst energy drinks in the world for 21 hours until this disasterpiece emerged fully formed from my soul.

Can Mrs. N-O's field-trip class escape their inevitable punishment at the hands of the enigmatic Broggle? (Brobble??)

Even I didn't know for most of the writing of it!

First 24 Hour Comic where I've really stopped myself from swearing. Show it to your grandkids. I'm sure they will have a lot of questions

Back-to-back battles gnaw at my limbs and grind my mind thin like worn thread.

One final push looms on the horizon, vouchsafing some kind of freedom, but my body protests weakly and I fear for it's betrayal.

No time for quests as of late.

The dark army's forces have drawn thin and skirmishes become even more numerous,

Eve my liege-lord's call for banners may be ignored on the campaign trail.

Little do my captains know, their grip over me is loose, I bide my time for the perfect moment to desert, and return to the plague-ravaged dwarven halls, where I can once again roam as a free sword.

The weeks between still weigh on my mind and they poison what time between battles I have to savor.