Maybe not one of my most memorable moments, but certainly the most recent for me.
I've recently started playing (instead of DMing) in a weekly Shackled City game. The game has been going for a while, so, I got to start up a little higher level than first. Aha, says I, a perfect opportunity to continue a character from another campaign, a gnome binder with a new coat of paint to fit into the new campaign. Whee.
Anyway, early on in the new campaign, I bind a vestige called Dantallion. Now, when a binder binds a spirit or vestige as it's called, there are certain physical manifestations that result in that binding ritual. With Dantalion, you gain a mouth in your stomach that can talk, although you have no control over it.
Now, Dantalion gives out all sorts of knowledge skill bonuses and stuff like that, so, I figured that the mouth in my stomach was telling me things. Here my gnome is, sitting down, staring at his own crotch and having a conversation. My descriptions was, "Garwin appears to be talking to his stomach. At least, that seems to be the general direction he is aiming for..."
Well, the "talking to Mr. Microphone" jokes started rolling in. And it went downhill from there.
Like all gaming stories, it was funnier when it happened.
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