Vilheilm & the Owlbear
— everyone else trained an AI. we washed an owlbear. —
The vile sorcerer Vilheilm the accursed wished to divine the secrets of his misfortune. He crafted the finest of crystal spheres through which to scry the secrets of the ancient gygaxian bones.
He was missing but one ingredient: the tears of the keenest eyes of the foulest of beasts. The tears of an owlbear.
But how does one make an owlbear cry? By washing it. And so the dirty owlbear was scrubbed clean, and with those tears the crystal sphere saw the truest reading of the dice at last.
❦ One clean owlbear, one crystal sphere — still reading dice today ❦