AtwasAwamps
2009-11-13, 11:09 AM
This is apropos of nothing, but I have nobody to tell my gaming stories to. My other friends are not gamers of any sort, my girlfriend puts up with them good naturedly but there’s a limit to how much I can inflict on her, and my gaming friends were, you know, there for them.
So, we had just beat up some cultists. A lot of cultists. Epic levels of cultist defeating occurred. The near-death of our dragon shaman, for example (stabilized at -9 while nobody in the room could get to her). My paladin goes up a level and gets access to his second smite evil per day AND charging smite (cause screw horsies). We are all happy, etc. etc.
Party splits up to handle some errands. The cleric and I are by the docks, the rest of the party off doing something else. We suddenly discover that the cleric’s shield…his favorite shield…it’s his binky, really…could be EEEEVIL. So he throws it down. He and I begin inspecting it. I hit it with some lay on hands, do my detect evil thing, etc. etc. The rest of the party joins up. We hit it with negative energy from the cleric. Things are going wacky. We forgot something important.
People in this town are suspicious of magic.
Any. Kind. Of Magic.
Our wacky handwaving has garnered a lot of attention and not all of it is good. In an attempt to dissuade such negative attentions, our resident swashbuckler flashes her winning smile at everyone around and gestures to me (A large, farm-boy style paladin in full plate, hefting around a tower shield on his back) and says “He’s a street performer!” Everyone laughs and claps. So I roll with it. I roll a perform check: street theater. I have zero ranks in perform of any sort, so this should be funny. I like doing stuff like this. I roll pronounce checks for a language the swashbuckler is trying to teach me (which has resulted in me thanking people by offering them goats).
So, on this perform check, which the DM graciously allows me to roll despite any lack of sense to the act at all…
Nat 20.
I describe my crazy plate-clad folk tap dance. There is clanking and awesomeness. People clap and cheer and throw money. The swashbuckler is gathering up coins while important discussions and research are going on behind us. Until the rest of the party notices me dancing. And just stares.
Monk: “Roland…didn’t you grow up on a farm?”
Paladin: “Ever been to a country fair before?” ::clank clank clank do si do!::
Monk: “What…exactly…is a do si do?”
Paladin: ::takes monk by the shoulders:: Allow me to explain…
Cue fake discussion of D&D country dancing that my DM wouldn’t let me go into because people were dying of laughter. I plan on showing up next session with a list of things I have told the monk about. It’s awesome.
So, we had just beat up some cultists. A lot of cultists. Epic levels of cultist defeating occurred. The near-death of our dragon shaman, for example (stabilized at -9 while nobody in the room could get to her). My paladin goes up a level and gets access to his second smite evil per day AND charging smite (cause screw horsies). We are all happy, etc. etc.
Party splits up to handle some errands. The cleric and I are by the docks, the rest of the party off doing something else. We suddenly discover that the cleric’s shield…his favorite shield…it’s his binky, really…could be EEEEVIL. So he throws it down. He and I begin inspecting it. I hit it with some lay on hands, do my detect evil thing, etc. etc. The rest of the party joins up. We hit it with negative energy from the cleric. Things are going wacky. We forgot something important.
People in this town are suspicious of magic.
Any. Kind. Of Magic.
Our wacky handwaving has garnered a lot of attention and not all of it is good. In an attempt to dissuade such negative attentions, our resident swashbuckler flashes her winning smile at everyone around and gestures to me (A large, farm-boy style paladin in full plate, hefting around a tower shield on his back) and says “He’s a street performer!” Everyone laughs and claps. So I roll with it. I roll a perform check: street theater. I have zero ranks in perform of any sort, so this should be funny. I like doing stuff like this. I roll pronounce checks for a language the swashbuckler is trying to teach me (which has resulted in me thanking people by offering them goats).
So, on this perform check, which the DM graciously allows me to roll despite any lack of sense to the act at all…
Nat 20.
I describe my crazy plate-clad folk tap dance. There is clanking and awesomeness. People clap and cheer and throw money. The swashbuckler is gathering up coins while important discussions and research are going on behind us. Until the rest of the party notices me dancing. And just stares.
Monk: “Roland…didn’t you grow up on a farm?”
Paladin: “Ever been to a country fair before?” ::clank clank clank do si do!::
Monk: “What…exactly…is a do si do?”
Paladin: ::takes monk by the shoulders:: Allow me to explain…
Cue fake discussion of D&D country dancing that my DM wouldn’t let me go into because people were dying of laughter. I plan on showing up next session with a list of things I have told the monk about. It’s awesome.