The Royal 'You'
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I ran a session of my D&D game on Saturday - went pretty well, culminating in a very tight combat with a White Dragon that really could have gone either way. Some amusing bits :
Eric referring to the melted remains of a Frost Wyrm (they turn into ice when they die) as 'Frost Giant Water'. This led to a string of riffs on drug-testing your Frost Giants, because of all the "snow" they come into contact with. The sample jars would be enormous.
Eric asserted that he wasn't going to take time to slaughter a nearby village of goblins, and
sheliakbob praised his restraint - then realized it's sad that Eric's character refraining from slaughter is so out of the ordinary that it deserves praise. That lead to a series of riffs on 'Atrocities Anonymous.'
Me : 'Hi, my name is Adolf.'
Players : 'Hi, Adolf!'
Me : 'It's been forty years since my last genocide..'
The capper of the evening, though, was this gem. They'd captured a drow agent - part of a small army of drow combing the frigid hills, looking for the wizard the party intended to protect. So once he was all trussed up, they began to interrogate.
mint_tea wanted to know how close the drow forces were to locating the wizard, who was now travelling with the party. But what she said was :
mint_tea (points to the wizard) 'How much do you know about his location?'
Me, answering as the Drow, also pointing : 'He's right over there.'
mint_tea : 'That's not what I meant!'
Eric referring to the melted remains of a Frost Wyrm (they turn into ice when they die) as 'Frost Giant Water'. This led to a string of riffs on drug-testing your Frost Giants, because of all the "snow" they come into contact with. The sample jars would be enormous.
Eric asserted that he wasn't going to take time to slaughter a nearby village of goblins, and
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Me : 'Hi, my name is Adolf.'
Players : 'Hi, Adolf!'
Me : 'It's been forty years since my last genocide..'
The capper of the evening, though, was this gem. They'd captured a drow agent - part of a small army of drow combing the frigid hills, looking for the wizard the party intended to protect. So once he was all trussed up, they began to interrogate.
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Me, answering as the Drow, also pointing : 'He's right over there.'
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