They were smol, short, tiny, or whatever you want to call it. Anyone who knew them did not call them that, there were easier ways to get yourself killed.
In a world where might makes right and power rules, their cute and small forms were harmless and adorable looking.

One night, while drinking and whining they decided to enter the world again.
The small-sized ROBs will break common sense, monsters, dungeons, towns, cities, kingdoms, empires and religions.

This is the story of the strongest adventurer party: The Lolis of Doom.

ROB = Random Omnipotent Being