Asmodeus: “NICE job taking care of those pesky duregar…they’re great for building superweapons, but sort of a hassle to deal with when they find out you’ve been impersonating their goddess.”
Warlock: “Oi, listen you! I’m gonna match up that tower, and f*cking DESTROY that superweapon o’ yours. How’d you like that!?”
Asmodeus: “You’re going to…to…”
(bursts out in hysterical laughter)
Asmodeus: “…oh…oh man…I needed that…Glasyia!…Glasyia, quick!…call the other archdevils!…I got to tell them this…!”
Warlock: “I’m f*cking serious!”
Asmodeus: “Sure you are, champ! Go ahead and…(snickers)…and give it your best. I’m…(chokes on laughter)…rooting for you…!”
Asmodeus: “NICE job taking care of those pesky duregar…they’re great for building superweapons, but sort of a hassle to deal with when they find out you’ve been impersonating their goddess.”
Warlock: “Oi, listen you! I’m gonna match up that tower, and f*cking DESTROY that superweapon o’ yours. How’d you like that!?”
Asmodeus: “You’re going to…to…”
(bursts out in hysterical laughter)
Asmodeus: “…oh…oh man…I needed that…Glasyia!…Glasyia, quick!…call the other archdevils!…I got to tell them this…!”
Warlock: “I’m f*cking serious!”
Asmodeus: “Sure you are, champ! Go ahead and…(snickers)…and give it your best. I’m…(chokes on laughter)…rooting for you…!”
Asmodeus: “NICE job taking care of those pesky duregar…they’re great for building superweapons, but sort of a hassle to deal with when they find out you’ve been impersonating their goddess.”
Warlock: “Oi, listen you! I’m gonna match up that tower, and f*cking DESTROY that superweapon o’ yours. How’d you like that!?”
Asmodeus: “You’re going to…to…”
(bursts out in hysterical laughter)
Asmodeus: “…oh…oh man…I needed that…Glasyia!…Glasyia, quick!…call the other archdevils!…I got to tell them this…!”
Warlock: “I’m f*cking serious!”
Asmodeus: “Sure you are, champ! Go ahead and…(snickers)…and give it your best. I’m…(chokes on laughter)…rooting for you…!”
(Warlock angrily hangs up)
Did the Warlock die?
I’ll find out next session, I suppose.
Our Sorcerer, on the other hand, decided to RIDE the superweapon, so…
Our Sorcerer, on the other hand, decided to RIDE the superweapon, so…
Was it in the style of Dr. Strangelove's Major Kong riding the bomb?
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This is not mine. This is from a tweet from an incredibly creative person.
"Using the Find Traps spell to determine if a devil contract had any hidden clauses or loopholes we needed to worry about." -themightytink (Disabled&Dragons)
By the very specific letter of the spell, it should work.😱
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
This is not mine. This is from a tweet from an incredibly creative person.
"Using the Find Traps spell to determine if a devil contract had any hidden clauses or loopholes we needed to worry about." -themightytink (Disabled&Dragons)
By the very specific letter of the spell, it should work.😱
Eighth level party of Ferrin (half elf wizard), Sister Serena (aasimar cleric), Venn (tiefling sorcerer), Xanlar (half elf paladin), and Nu (axolotl shifter druid), plus NPCs Phillip (human ranger), Al (halfling cleric), and Pin the kobold (we finally learned his name).
Navigating a shallow river on canoes, with a wildshaped Nu leading/pulling. A few "canoe handling" rolls come up with less than great results.
Serena: "At least I'm not worried about Nu swimming into a rock or something."
Nu rolls really low.
Nu: "Actually I'm kind of dozing off a little."
Serena: "Okay, maybe I should be worried."
=====
Discussing Ferrin needing to perform a magic ritual to lessen the adverse effects of his weird magic condition that sometimes causes him to pass out or sort of explode.
Venn: "I would hate to not be able to do magic."
Serena: "Oh, he can cast just fine. It's what happens after that which concerns me."
=====
Arriving at the coastal town of Dark Waters, and hearing a familiar dockside marketplace vendor hawking his wares.
Merchant: "Come get your fresh sea chickens! Even the ones that tell dirty jokes!"
Ferrin: "How is that guy still in business? Does anybody actually buy his stuff?"
Merchant: "Eyeless oysters! No eyes on these ones! Wait, that one's blinking. Oysters both with and without eyes! Not all of them have eyes!"
Serena: "My best guess is he's somebody's brother or something that got hit in the head and isn't quite right."
=====
At the door of the Creepy Uncle Tavern, a street thug is acting like he's a bouncer and demanding a cover charge. It's the same guy as the last time we were here so we know he's full of crap.
Serena: "We've been here before, and I remember you. Please get out of our way, I really don't feel like going through the steps of this nonsense again."
Thug: "Well you haven't been here for a while. It became an exclusive club just, um, yesterday. Five gold apiece to get in."
Serena *ooc*: "Can I roll insight?"
Xanlar: "Nah, don't bother. I got this. My uncle owns this place, he's my creepy uncle."
Thug: "No he isn't! Uh, this is my uncle's place!"
Xanlar: "Really? Cousin!" *ooc* "I give him a big hug."
DM: "Roll charisma." *18* "Okay. The guy seems really confused but also seems to believe you and lets you all in."
=====
During the discussion in which we learn the kobold's name is Pin, he's also repeatedly trying to get Xanlar to pick a fight with some random stranger as a distraction so he can steal from a nearby merchant. Serena tries to convince him that's not a good thing to do.
Pin: "Why should I listen to you? I don't follow your god, so don't try getting all moral on me."
Serena: *sigh* "Okay, simpler terms, how about I'm bigger than you and I say don't."
Pin: "Bigger ego, maybe."
Serena: "I'll have you know I am very humble and wise."
Pin: "Really? You don't seem so humble and wise to me right now."
Serena: "It's part of my clerical training. Along with the patience to not bonk troublemaking little brats on their heads. Sometimes I forget my training when I'm stressed out. You want me to stay humble and wise, don't you?"
Pin: "Um, yeah, sure."
=====
The party rents out rooms upstairs but decides to post lookouts in shifts downstairs because we're worried about hostile spies watching for us. During Ferrin's shift, in the later business hours, he decides to try getting the secret stash we were told about before the last time we came here. It's in a hole in the wall hidden by a gaudy gold painted taxidermied parrot stuffed into the front of it as a tacky decoration. Ferrin uses a mix of illusion magic and mage hand to dislodge the parrot and summons his weasel familiar, Odette, into the hole.
DM: "There's a bag in there, but it's too heavy for a tiny weasel to move. You start to hear some clanging and the bartender begins to look around for the noise."
Ferrin: "Okay, real quick I unsummon Odette then resummon her back in the kitchen. It's in range and I don't have to actually see the space if I know where it is."
DM: "Okay, sure, what do you want Odette to do?"
Ferrin: "I want her to just cause a ruckus. Knock over pots and pans and stuff, full crazed weasel chaos."
With the distraction, Ferrin gets what appears to be a bag of coins out of the hole and replaces the parrot unnoticed.
DM: "As you're getting this, the bartender finally hits Odette with his broom and she goes poof."
Serena: "I hope you got at least the ten gold it's going to cost to resummon her."
During Serena's watch a half dozen thugs come in brandishing weapons and tell her to scram. She runs upstairs to wake the rest of the party, with a firebolt and a thrown knife missing her and hitting the wall as she goes. Everybody starts waking up and coming out to the sounds of her yelling and banging on doors, and the fight begins.
Nu *sleepy and yawning*: "Are we killing these guys or something?"
Serena: "They threw a knife at me and are fighting Xanlar downstairs already, so yes, unless they start explaining themselves really well!"
Nu: "I'm gonna make some kids appear."
DM: "You're summoning your little axolotls? Which ones and how many? And where?"
Nu: "Eight of them, the little mean ones, right around me in the staircase."
Ferrin: "Ever seen a dog walker with nothing but chihuahuas?"
As the fight progresses, all six goons miss attacks against Xanlar, Nu notices more goons trying to climb in the upstairs hall window and heads back there with their "kids" while Serena runs down to join the fray. The goon in front of her hits himself with a whip [nat 1].
Serena: "What kind of goons are you?"
A thrown knife dinks off of her armor.
Serena: "Are you even real goons? You aren't very good at this."
Nu breaks the window and sends forth the "children."
DM: "You break the window, and they all just jump?"
Nu: "Right onto this guy."
Minor fall damage is accrued, but they all still survive.
Nu: "They all bounce on this guy."
As "Nu's blender" goes to work on the goons in the alley, more come into the tavern's front door with even more shooting arrows and spells through the door. Serena decides that the time for subtlety is passed.
Serena: "I call forth the holy power of Pelor! Smite mine enemies!" *summons a guardian of faith in the middle of the tavern* "You've done it now, bozos!"
Another round goes by with the goons scoring exactly one hit, a grazing shot with a crossbow bolt to Xanlar, several going down as he attacks with his life drinking dagger, Serena's spiritual weapon and guardian of faith taking out more, and Venn and Ferrin creating a crossfire of firebolts and scorching rays from opposite corners. Meanwhile, in the alley...
Nu: "Is this guy looking at my kids funny? I'm gonna thorn whip him."
DM: "He's now hurt, and dangling from the window by the magic vine. Now it's the kids turn."
Serena: "Druid goes brrrrr."
Nu's critters have shredded three of the five goons in the alley and one of them tries attacking them (missing with one attack and doing very little damage with another) while the other runs screaming from the snarling little axolotls of death chasing him.
Nu: "I shift, draw my dagger and jump down at this guy. I'm jumping to kill. How dare you touch my kids!"
Ferrin: "Meanwhile he's surrounded by the shredded remains of three of his friends."
=====
The session ended about there, mid-fight, due to time restraints. Later I had a brief exchange via Discord with the DM.
Me: It has occurred to me that the whole fight started with a group of thugs telling Serena to scram, then literally thirty seconds later she's standing on a table shouting about Pelor's holy light smiting the wicked in the middle of a bloody brawl with glowing summons on either side of her, Xanlar disemboweling dudes, Venn and Ferrin making an arcane crossfire, and Nu turning the back alley into an abattoir with a guy running screaming down the street chased by a bunch of snarling axolotls the size of chihuahuas.
Basically, a player stole a chicken and tried to cut it. They rolled a one and slapped the chicken with the flat of the blade. The chicken then flew into a wall.
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Former Dwarven headsman says to the party after meeting a psionist npc when talking about how to counter any aggressive move by the npc, "In my opinion the only way to be sure is to remove his weapon from his body."
In another situation deep inside Return to the Tomb of Horrors after clearing out some of the guards and placing their bodies inside the rogues bag of holding. Several minutes after that they had just blown a door of off it hinges and were discussing how best to blockade the door so no one could follow them that way. Much discussion about using rubble around the area, other various ways and then someone said "if we only had a body to use flesh to stone on would do it" and still more conversation ensued on other ways to do it, until the rogue that had the bodies in the bag suddenly remembered the bodies, "Oh wait, I do have some bodies".
We had an orc horde bearing down on us and one of our wizards cast fly on themselves and then proceeded to rain down fire balls on the rushing orc horde. After it was all said and done and the horde was mostly destroyed, there was a need to interrogate one of the surviving orc to get information from them about why they were after us and all we could get from that orc was "ELF. SKY. FIRE!!!!"
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" We should become warlocks and worship a goat god
“First you try to help the Ancient White Dragon that wanted to murder us…NOW you want to release the mindflayer?!”
”It’s HURT. It’s been TORTURED.”
”It’s an ILLITHID.”
(laughing) “I can CHANGE him!”
(later, when the de-tentacled mindflayer is unshackled)
(rubbing it’s wrists it sort of looks around at the party)
Mindflayer: ”This…is awkward.”
(Asmodeus speaking into the Warlock’s head)
Asmodeus: “NICE job taking care of those pesky duregar…they’re great for building superweapons, but sort of a hassle to deal with when they find out you’ve been impersonating their goddess.”
Warlock: “Oi, listen you! I’m gonna match up that tower, and f*cking DESTROY that superweapon o’ yours. How’d you like that!?”
Asmodeus: “You’re going to…to…”
(bursts out in hysterical laughter)
Asmodeus: “…oh…oh man…I needed that…Glasyia!…Glasyia, quick!…call the other archdevils!…I got to tell them this…!”
Warlock: “I’m f*cking serious!”
Asmodeus: “Sure you are, champ! Go ahead and…(snickers)…and give it your best. I’m…(chokes on laughter)…rooting for you…!”
(Warlock angrily hangs up)
Did the Warlock die?
I’ll find out next session, I suppose.
Our Sorcerer, on the other hand, decided to RIDE the superweapon, so…
Was it in the style of Dr. Strangelove's Major Kong riding the bomb?
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
In a mechanical dragon kind of way, yes!
Bear: "You're very weird"
Bandit: "You're the one who's peeing on me! And a BEAR!"
Updog
Later in the session after repeated "incidents"
Ranger OOC: "STOP PEEING ON OUR NPC's!"
Updog
I don't even want to know the reason why he is doing that....
This is not mine. This is from a tweet from an incredibly creative person.
"Using the Find Traps spell to determine if a devil contract had any hidden clauses or loopholes we needed to worry about."
-themightytink (Disabled&Dragons)
By the very specific letter of the spell, it should work.😱
Link to tweet.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
Ill have to remember that.
Monk OOC: "Does wielding a cat count as a shield?"
--
Druid: "Should we f*** up the cat?"
Monk: "I think we should really f*** up the cat."
Nikolai Buckman | vampire | bard
Solace Redgrove | tiefling | bard
Player: can I pet the cat
DM: Athletics check
Player: its a natural 1
DM: You kick the cat against the wall
Eighth level party of Ferrin (half elf wizard), Sister Serena (aasimar cleric), Venn (tiefling sorcerer), Xanlar (half elf paladin), and Nu (axolotl shifter druid), plus NPCs Phillip (human ranger), Al (halfling cleric), and Pin the kobold (we finally learned his name).
Navigating a shallow river on canoes, with a wildshaped Nu leading/pulling. A few "canoe handling" rolls come up with less than great results.
Serena: "At least I'm not worried about Nu swimming into a rock or something."
Nu rolls really low.
Nu: "Actually I'm kind of dozing off a little."
Serena: "Okay, maybe I should be worried."
=====
Discussing Ferrin needing to perform a magic ritual to lessen the adverse effects of his weird magic condition that sometimes causes him to pass out or sort of explode.
Venn: "I would hate to not be able to do magic."
Serena: "Oh, he can cast just fine. It's what happens after that which concerns me."
=====
Arriving at the coastal town of Dark Waters, and hearing a familiar dockside marketplace vendor hawking his wares.
Merchant: "Come get your fresh sea chickens! Even the ones that tell dirty jokes!"
Ferrin: "How is that guy still in business? Does anybody actually buy his stuff?"
Merchant: "Eyeless oysters! No eyes on these ones! Wait, that one's blinking. Oysters both with and without eyes! Not all of them have eyes!"
Serena: "My best guess is he's somebody's brother or something that got hit in the head and isn't quite right."
=====
At the door of the Creepy Uncle Tavern, a street thug is acting like he's a bouncer and demanding a cover charge. It's the same guy as the last time we were here so we know he's full of crap.
Serena: "We've been here before, and I remember you. Please get out of our way, I really don't feel like going through the steps of this nonsense again."
Thug: "Well you haven't been here for a while. It became an exclusive club just, um, yesterday. Five gold apiece to get in."
Serena *ooc*: "Can I roll insight?"
Xanlar: "Nah, don't bother. I got this. My uncle owns this place, he's my creepy uncle."
Thug: "No he isn't! Uh, this is my uncle's place!"
Xanlar: "Really? Cousin!" *ooc* "I give him a big hug."
DM: "Roll charisma." *18* "Okay. The guy seems really confused but also seems to believe you and lets you all in."
=====
During the discussion in which we learn the kobold's name is Pin, he's also repeatedly trying to get Xanlar to pick a fight with some random stranger as a distraction so he can steal from a nearby merchant. Serena tries to convince him that's not a good thing to do.
Pin: "Why should I listen to you? I don't follow your god, so don't try getting all moral on me."
Serena: *sigh* "Okay, simpler terms, how about I'm bigger than you and I say don't."
Pin: "Bigger ego, maybe."
Serena: "I'll have you know I am very humble and wise."
Pin: "Really? You don't seem so humble and wise to me right now."
Serena: "It's part of my clerical training. Along with the patience to not bonk troublemaking little brats on their heads. Sometimes I forget my training when I'm stressed out. You want me to stay humble and wise, don't you?"
Pin: "Um, yeah, sure."
=====
The party rents out rooms upstairs but decides to post lookouts in shifts downstairs because we're worried about hostile spies watching for us. During Ferrin's shift, in the later business hours, he decides to try getting the secret stash we were told about before the last time we came here. It's in a hole in the wall hidden by a gaudy gold painted taxidermied parrot stuffed into the front of it as a tacky decoration. Ferrin uses a mix of illusion magic and mage hand to dislodge the parrot and summons his weasel familiar, Odette, into the hole.
DM: "There's a bag in there, but it's too heavy for a tiny weasel to move. You start to hear some clanging and the bartender begins to look around for the noise."
Ferrin: "Okay, real quick I unsummon Odette then resummon her back in the kitchen. It's in range and I don't have to actually see the space if I know where it is."
DM: "Okay, sure, what do you want Odette to do?"
Ferrin: "I want her to just cause a ruckus. Knock over pots and pans and stuff, full crazed weasel chaos."
With the distraction, Ferrin gets what appears to be a bag of coins out of the hole and replaces the parrot unnoticed.
DM: "As you're getting this, the bartender finally hits Odette with his broom and she goes poof."
Serena: "I hope you got at least the ten gold it's going to cost to resummon her."
During Serena's watch a half dozen thugs come in brandishing weapons and tell her to scram. She runs upstairs to wake the rest of the party, with a firebolt and a thrown knife missing her and hitting the wall as she goes. Everybody starts waking up and coming out to the sounds of her yelling and banging on doors, and the fight begins.
Nu *sleepy and yawning*: "Are we killing these guys or something?"
Serena: "They threw a knife at me and are fighting Xanlar downstairs already, so yes, unless they start explaining themselves really well!"
Nu: "I'm gonna make some kids appear."
DM: "You're summoning your little axolotls? Which ones and how many? And where?"
Nu: "Eight of them, the little mean ones, right around me in the staircase."
Ferrin: "Ever seen a dog walker with nothing but chihuahuas?"
As the fight progresses, all six goons miss attacks against Xanlar, Nu notices more goons trying to climb in the upstairs hall window and heads back there with their "kids" while Serena runs down to join the fray. The goon in front of her hits himself with a whip [nat 1].
Serena: "What kind of goons are you?"
A thrown knife dinks off of her armor.
Serena: "Are you even real goons? You aren't very good at this."
Nu breaks the window and sends forth the "children."
DM: "You break the window, and they all just jump?"
Nu: "Right onto this guy."
Minor fall damage is accrued, but they all still survive.
Nu: "They all bounce on this guy."
As "Nu's blender" goes to work on the goons in the alley, more come into the tavern's front door with even more shooting arrows and spells through the door. Serena decides that the time for subtlety is passed.
Serena: "I call forth the holy power of Pelor! Smite mine enemies!" *summons a guardian of faith in the middle of the tavern* "You've done it now, bozos!"
Another round goes by with the goons scoring exactly one hit, a grazing shot with a crossbow bolt to Xanlar, several going down as he attacks with his life drinking dagger, Serena's spiritual weapon and guardian of faith taking out more, and Venn and Ferrin creating a crossfire of firebolts and scorching rays from opposite corners. Meanwhile, in the alley...
Nu: "Is this guy looking at my kids funny? I'm gonna thorn whip him."
DM: "He's now hurt, and dangling from the window by the magic vine. Now it's the kids turn."
Serena: "Druid goes brrrrr."
Nu's critters have shredded three of the five goons in the alley and one of them tries attacking them (missing with one attack and doing very little damage with another) while the other runs screaming from the snarling little axolotls of death chasing him.
Nu: "I shift, draw my dagger and jump down at this guy. I'm jumping to kill. How dare you touch my kids!"
Ferrin: "Meanwhile he's surrounded by the shredded remains of three of his friends."
=====
The session ended about there, mid-fight, due to time restraints. Later I had a brief exchange via Discord with the DM.
Me: It has occurred to me that the whole fight started with a group of thugs telling Serena to scram, then literally thirty seconds later she's standing on a table shouting about Pelor's holy light smiting the wicked in the middle of a bloody brawl with glowing summons on either side of her, Xanlar disemboweling dudes, Venn and Ferrin making an arcane crossfire, and Nu turning the back alley into an abattoir with a guy running screaming down the street chased by a bunch of snarling axolotls the size of chihuahuas.
DM: Insert "That escalated quickly" meme
Reminds me of a story a friend of mine told me.
Basically, a player stole a chicken and tried to cut it. They rolled a one and slapped the chicken with the flat of the blade. The chicken then flew into a wall.
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No connection to Dragonslayer8 other than knowing them in real life.
"Who's the Brangelina of the Nine Hells?"
"Belial and Fierna"
Hombrew: Way of Wresting, Circle of Sacrifice
Belierna?
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
'You just killed a guy you forgot about off-screen! That's classic DM behaviour!'
Player after his noble uncle who should have been at the banquet died of pneumonia in the year between two adventures.
Former Dwarven headsman says to the party after meeting a psionist npc when talking about how to counter any aggressive move by the npc, "In my opinion the only way to be sure is to remove his weapon from his body."
In another situation deep inside Return to the Tomb of Horrors after clearing out some of the guards and placing their bodies inside the rogues bag of holding. Several minutes after that they had just blown a door of off it hinges and were discussing how best to blockade the door so no one could follow them that way. Much discussion about using rubble around the area, other various ways and then someone said "if we only had a body to use flesh to stone on would do it" and still more conversation ensued on other ways to do it, until the rogue that had the bodies in the bag suddenly remembered the bodies, "Oh wait, I do have some bodies".
We had an orc horde bearing down on us and one of our wizards cast fly on themselves and then proceeded to rain down fire balls on the rushing orc horde. After it was all said and done and the horde was mostly destroyed, there was a need to interrogate one of the surviving orc to get information from them about why they were after us and all we could get from that orc was "ELF. SKY. FIRE!!!!"