Branduil
Hero
DM: Okay, Mike, you've just returned from being routed at Osgiliath. Your father is waiting for you. Steve?
Mike: Whoa, wait a minute, Steve is playing my father? I thought he was going to be an NPC?
DM: He was, but then you killed Steve's Southron character.
Steve: Yeah! Why do you always have to shoot first! I was going to have this great, emotionally-conflicted Southron who would help you bring together both sides in the war.
Mike: Hey, I said I was sorry! I thought you were charging. Anyway, I did that monologue for you, remember? "I wonder if he really was evil, yadda yadda yadda..." what more do you want?
Steve: You'll see...
Mike: I don't like this, he's going to use his new character for revenge!
DM: No he won't, I already talked to him about it. Denethor is a noble character. Now, what do you say to Faramir, Steve.
Steve: I, Denethor, order him to retake Osgiliath.
Mike: What!
DM: Uh, Steve, there's about 10,000 Orcs in Osgiliath right now. Faramir doesn't stand a chance. Don't you think Denethor would want to keep his son alive?
Steve: Son smun! I order Faramir to retake Osgiliath, and I tell him I wish he would have died instead of Boromir.
DM: sigh Alright, what do you do, Mike?
Mike: Well, I'm kind of sick of this character anyway. I charge straight towards Osgiliath.
Steve: Die, sucka!
DM: Where's my tylenol...?
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Mike: I made my stabilizing roll!
Steve: What!!!
DM: Ok, your horse drags you back into Minas Tirith. Steve?
Steve: Stinkin' dice. My dice have deserted me. They've betrayed me. My characters always die. Why me?
DM: Roll a spot check.
Steve: 15.
DM: You notice 20,000 Orcs on the plains below.
Steve: Man, I've had it. This Steward stuff seemed like it'd be cool, but I can't even kill my stinkin' son. I start raving and I tell all my soldiers to kill myself.
DM: Gandalf, are you just going to stand there and listen?
Gandalf: Huh? You want me to fight something? Cause my new +4 staff is leet.
DM: No, I mean talk to Denethor! Your diplomacy score is through the roof, remember? I gave you that stat bonus for a reason, come on, roleplay this out you guys, please.
Steve: He doesn't even let me have any magic items... except that Palantir thingy... and all that does is show me my past character's deaths...
Gandalf: I wack him with my 'leet staff.
DM: By "whack him with your staff" you mean "talk him out of his madness" right?
Gandalf: No, I frelling whack him with my staff! *rolls*
29!
DM: *sigh* I'm gonna need more Tylenol. That hits. Denthor lies unconscious on the ground.
Gandalf: I loot his body! Got any cool magic items?
DM: He doesn't have any magic items! He's a ruler, not an adventurer for crying out loud! And the soldiers don't seem to be too happy about you beating their ruler.
Gandalf: Oh... well, I still have that diplomacy bonus, right? I tell them that, in Maia culture, knocking someone out is a sign of affection. Then I tell them to keep fightin' and stuff.
DM: Ok, but something so impossibly, incredibly stupid will give you a -20 penalty on your Diplomacy roll.
Gandalf: With negative... 18!
DM: They believe you.
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Steve: Man, I hate this. Are there any of my guards around?
DM: Er... yes.
Steve: Sweet. I tell them to take Mike's body and put it in a pile of wood. And then burn it. Until Mike is dead.
DM: You know Faramir is still alive, right?
Steve: Yes, but not for long! I start cackling with maniacal glee!
Mike: I told you!
Steve: Shut up you're unconcious!
DM: Okay the guards obey. Pippin?
Pippin: I try to save Faramir.
Steve: Oh no you don't! I grapple Pippin and throw him out!
Pippin: Darn size penalty. I go tell Gandalf that Denthor is burning Faramir with his equipment.
Gandalf: Burning magic items! Not on my watch! Hi-ho Shadowfax!
DM: Okay, you find Denthor about to burn himself and his son!
Steve: Revenge is sweet.
Gandalf: Ha, I rolled 25 on my initiative. I grapple Denethor.
Steve: No!
Pippin: I grab Faramir and save him.
Steve: That's it. I try to free myself from Gandalf. rolls 30?
DM: You're free.
Steve: I set myself on fire! I embrace sweet, sweet death.
DM: Uh, that's great. You take 1d6 fire damage.
Steve: Are you kidding me? I just fricking covered myself in oil and setm yself on fire? How can it take 10 rounds to kill me?
DM: Those are the rules.
Steve: I don't want to wait that long. I run out of the room and I jump off the courtyard, screaming "Adriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn!!!!"
Gandalf: Crap, now I can't loot his body.
DM: He never had any magic items!
Mike: Whoa, wait a minute, Steve is playing my father? I thought he was going to be an NPC?
DM: He was, but then you killed Steve's Southron character.
Steve: Yeah! Why do you always have to shoot first! I was going to have this great, emotionally-conflicted Southron who would help you bring together both sides in the war.
Mike: Hey, I said I was sorry! I thought you were charging. Anyway, I did that monologue for you, remember? "I wonder if he really was evil, yadda yadda yadda..." what more do you want?
Steve: You'll see...
Mike: I don't like this, he's going to use his new character for revenge!
DM: No he won't, I already talked to him about it. Denethor is a noble character. Now, what do you say to Faramir, Steve.
Steve: I, Denethor, order him to retake Osgiliath.
Mike: What!
DM: Uh, Steve, there's about 10,000 Orcs in Osgiliath right now. Faramir doesn't stand a chance. Don't you think Denethor would want to keep his son alive?
Steve: Son smun! I order Faramir to retake Osgiliath, and I tell him I wish he would have died instead of Boromir.
DM: sigh Alright, what do you do, Mike?
Mike: Well, I'm kind of sick of this character anyway. I charge straight towards Osgiliath.
Steve: Die, sucka!
DM: Where's my tylenol...?
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Mike: I made my stabilizing roll!
Steve: What!!!
DM: Ok, your horse drags you back into Minas Tirith. Steve?
Steve: Stinkin' dice. My dice have deserted me. They've betrayed me. My characters always die. Why me?
DM: Roll a spot check.
Steve: 15.
DM: You notice 20,000 Orcs on the plains below.
Steve: Man, I've had it. This Steward stuff seemed like it'd be cool, but I can't even kill my stinkin' son. I start raving and I tell all my soldiers to kill myself.
DM: Gandalf, are you just going to stand there and listen?
Gandalf: Huh? You want me to fight something? Cause my new +4 staff is leet.
DM: No, I mean talk to Denethor! Your diplomacy score is through the roof, remember? I gave you that stat bonus for a reason, come on, roleplay this out you guys, please.
Steve: He doesn't even let me have any magic items... except that Palantir thingy... and all that does is show me my past character's deaths...
Gandalf: I wack him with my 'leet staff.
DM: By "whack him with your staff" you mean "talk him out of his madness" right?
Gandalf: No, I frelling whack him with my staff! *rolls*
29!
DM: *sigh* I'm gonna need more Tylenol. That hits. Denthor lies unconscious on the ground.
Gandalf: I loot his body! Got any cool magic items?
DM: He doesn't have any magic items! He's a ruler, not an adventurer for crying out loud! And the soldiers don't seem to be too happy about you beating their ruler.
Gandalf: Oh... well, I still have that diplomacy bonus, right? I tell them that, in Maia culture, knocking someone out is a sign of affection. Then I tell them to keep fightin' and stuff.
DM: Ok, but something so impossibly, incredibly stupid will give you a -20 penalty on your Diplomacy roll.
Gandalf: With negative... 18!
DM: They believe you.
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Steve: Man, I hate this. Are there any of my guards around?
DM: Er... yes.
Steve: Sweet. I tell them to take Mike's body and put it in a pile of wood. And then burn it. Until Mike is dead.
DM: You know Faramir is still alive, right?
Steve: Yes, but not for long! I start cackling with maniacal glee!
Mike: I told you!
Steve: Shut up you're unconcious!
DM: Okay the guards obey. Pippin?
Pippin: I try to save Faramir.
Steve: Oh no you don't! I grapple Pippin and throw him out!
Pippin: Darn size penalty. I go tell Gandalf that Denthor is burning Faramir with his equipment.
Gandalf: Burning magic items! Not on my watch! Hi-ho Shadowfax!
DM: Okay, you find Denthor about to burn himself and his son!
Steve: Revenge is sweet.
Gandalf: Ha, I rolled 25 on my initiative. I grapple Denethor.
Steve: No!
Pippin: I grab Faramir and save him.
Steve: That's it. I try to free myself from Gandalf. rolls 30?
DM: You're free.
Steve: I set myself on fire! I embrace sweet, sweet death.
DM: Uh, that's great. You take 1d6 fire damage.
Steve: Are you kidding me? I just fricking covered myself in oil and setm yself on fire? How can it take 10 rounds to kill me?
DM: Those are the rules.
Steve: I don't want to wait that long. I run out of the room and I jump off the courtyard, screaming "Adriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn!!!!"
Gandalf: Crap, now I can't loot his body.
DM: He never had any magic items!