WesleyVos
2014-06-26, 04:56 PM
I've got a new player joining a game (ECL 7). He wants a set of dragonscale armor; I told him he had to justify it with an in-setting story. I approved him having it; what I want to know is whether I should let his tale stand as the true story or whether I should require a bluff check whenever he tells it. Here is the tale:
"I was out south of Luth'ion, mucking about the swamps looking for some lost brat who had been missing a few days. As I was moving around slowly through the wet sickly waters, I got the feeling something was watching me and this foul smell was slowly getting more noticable. I started to get suspicious so slow and quite made my way down into the waters as I moved, getting myself nice and muddied up. Once I was content that I had gotten enough on me to blend in, I went to the nearest bank and pressed up against it an' waited. Time pased and just as I was about to right my feeling off as nerves was when I saw it. It was just sitting there with the top half of it's head out of the water, it's beady sunk in eyes staring right at me. It knew I was there and had been watching me the entire time. Gathering up what guts I could muster, I pushed off the bank and started towards it at a walking pace. It reared up out of the water and did the same, walking towards me as it began to hiss softly.
Now I knew a thing or two about dragons, not a lot but I think that what I did know was what saved my hide that day. Knowledge is power right? Anyways as I was walking up to the beast, I was grabbing a handful off my gold in my hand and looking for a weak spot on it. Just as I was about face to face with the beast I chucked my hand full of gold off to my left, the dragon was destracted by the glittering destraction while I was able to get a good slice into it's neck just behind the right horn. I kept running knowing that was not going to kill it, wading in the much under it until it started thrashing its tail about, making escape imposible. It didn't take too long for it to figure it could body slamb me, but the water and soft muck make for a soft padding and I was able to get out from under it without much harm and hid myself in a hollow log. I thought I was safe until it started to wedge it's head in after me.
Now this is were things start to get wierd, so I wont hold it against you if you dont believe me. As it was coming in after me I was trying to slip out the other end but the damned thing was so muddy and wet that I slipped every time I went for a handhold. That was when the beast lifted it's head, the log, and myself into the air and I slid right into the damned monster's mouth. Thinking fast I forced myself into a ball, mostly out of fear of those massive teeth it had, and partly because I wanted the beast to choke on me. I slid into it's throat and got stuck, making it start to gag and heave. I pulled out my weapons and jammed them into the things throat, not to hurt it, but to keep myself firmly in place and blocking it's air. The thing thrashed about for a good half hour before it died. I crawled out of that thing totally drained and smelling of foulness you could only imagine. And that my friends, is how I killed a Black Dragon."
His explanation on being asked about the dragon's breath weapon was that he didn't know - maybe it was injured or just looking for a quick meal. When he was in its throat, it was choking - it couldn't use its breath weapon because it couldn't breathe.
Thoughts? Should I require a bluff check?
"I was out south of Luth'ion, mucking about the swamps looking for some lost brat who had been missing a few days. As I was moving around slowly through the wet sickly waters, I got the feeling something was watching me and this foul smell was slowly getting more noticable. I started to get suspicious so slow and quite made my way down into the waters as I moved, getting myself nice and muddied up. Once I was content that I had gotten enough on me to blend in, I went to the nearest bank and pressed up against it an' waited. Time pased and just as I was about to right my feeling off as nerves was when I saw it. It was just sitting there with the top half of it's head out of the water, it's beady sunk in eyes staring right at me. It knew I was there and had been watching me the entire time. Gathering up what guts I could muster, I pushed off the bank and started towards it at a walking pace. It reared up out of the water and did the same, walking towards me as it began to hiss softly.
Now I knew a thing or two about dragons, not a lot but I think that what I did know was what saved my hide that day. Knowledge is power right? Anyways as I was walking up to the beast, I was grabbing a handful off my gold in my hand and looking for a weak spot on it. Just as I was about face to face with the beast I chucked my hand full of gold off to my left, the dragon was destracted by the glittering destraction while I was able to get a good slice into it's neck just behind the right horn. I kept running knowing that was not going to kill it, wading in the much under it until it started thrashing its tail about, making escape imposible. It didn't take too long for it to figure it could body slamb me, but the water and soft muck make for a soft padding and I was able to get out from under it without much harm and hid myself in a hollow log. I thought I was safe until it started to wedge it's head in after me.
Now this is were things start to get wierd, so I wont hold it against you if you dont believe me. As it was coming in after me I was trying to slip out the other end but the damned thing was so muddy and wet that I slipped every time I went for a handhold. That was when the beast lifted it's head, the log, and myself into the air and I slid right into the damned monster's mouth. Thinking fast I forced myself into a ball, mostly out of fear of those massive teeth it had, and partly because I wanted the beast to choke on me. I slid into it's throat and got stuck, making it start to gag and heave. I pulled out my weapons and jammed them into the things throat, not to hurt it, but to keep myself firmly in place and blocking it's air. The thing thrashed about for a good half hour before it died. I crawled out of that thing totally drained and smelling of foulness you could only imagine. And that my friends, is how I killed a Black Dragon."
His explanation on being asked about the dragon's breath weapon was that he didn't know - maybe it was injured or just looking for a quick meal. When he was in its throat, it was choking - it couldn't use its breath weapon because it couldn't breathe.
Thoughts? Should I require a bluff check?