Snarf Zagyg
Notorious Liquefactionist
I know! Every session that their PCs continue to live is like the players walking up to me and smacking me in the face with their character sheets.
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I know! Every session that their PCs continue to live is like the players walking up to me and smacking me in the face with their character sheets.
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Snarf Zagyg
Notorious Liquefactionist
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Limit Break Dancing (He/They)
Now I kinda want to run a campaign where money has no worth at all.
You walk into a shop, everything is free. "I'll take fifteen thousand healing potions!" you tell the shopkeeper, and he tosses you a key and says "Sure, the warehouse is out back, help yourself!"
You walk to the warehouse, and watch people sweeping gold coins out of their house like dust bunnies. Silver nuggets and rubies crunch under your feet as you walk home, your back straining under the weight of hundreds of bottles of magical liquid. You scoop up as many gems and coins as your straining pockets can hold, before you decide to get a horse and a cart (for free). By sundown you have loaded it completely with platinum nuggets, flawless emeralds, and other stuff you found on the side of the road...along with even more kitsch from the Player's Handbook: a couple suits of full plate armor, a silver-plated Everything from the weapon shop, three spyglasses and a waterclock.
Two months later, and you are hauling bracelets, necklaces, sapphires, and all other sorts of detritus to the treasure room of your castle, where you have your servants unload it all into your Scrooge-McDuck-esque vault.
"What on earth is he doing?" one of the guards says, crumpling up the platinum foil that his sandwich was wrapped in, and tossing it into the diamond-encrusted trash bin on the curb.
"I have no idea," says the other guard, blowing her nose on a silk handkerchief embroidered with gold thread. "Maybe he thinks he's helping? Like, maybe he's building a landfill or some other kind of trash collection and disposal system?"
"They say he's a great hero or something," the first guard says. "But have you ever seen him do anything? That necromancer in the graveyard is still terrorizing the village with his undead minions, but that guy in there?" He gestures with his sandwich toward the gold-plated portcullis of Castle Silvergold, "He can't even make it to the edge of town before he has to turn back and unload his cart!"
You walk into a shop, everything is free. "I'll take fifteen thousand healing potions!" you tell the shopkeeper, and he tosses you a key and says "Sure, the warehouse is out back, help yourself!"
You walk to the warehouse, and watch people sweeping gold coins out of their house like dust bunnies. Silver nuggets and rubies crunch under your feet as you walk home, your back straining under the weight of hundreds of bottles of magical liquid. You scoop up as many gems and coins as your straining pockets can hold, before you decide to get a horse and a cart (for free). By sundown you have loaded it completely with platinum nuggets, flawless emeralds, and other stuff you found on the side of the road...along with even more kitsch from the Player's Handbook: a couple suits of full plate armor, a silver-plated Everything from the weapon shop, three spyglasses and a waterclock.
Two months later, and you are hauling bracelets, necklaces, sapphires, and all other sorts of detritus to the treasure room of your castle, where you have your servants unload it all into your Scrooge-McDuck-esque vault.
"What on earth is he doing?" one of the guards says, crumpling up the platinum foil that his sandwich was wrapped in, and tossing it into the diamond-encrusted trash bin on the curb.
"I have no idea," says the other guard, blowing her nose on a silk handkerchief embroidered with gold thread. "Maybe he thinks he's helping? Like, maybe he's building a landfill or some other kind of trash collection and disposal system?"
"They say he's a great hero or something," the first guard says. "But have you ever seen him do anything? That necromancer in the graveyard is still terrorizing the village with his undead minions, but that guy in there?" He gestures with his sandwich toward the gold-plated portcullis of Castle Silvergold, "He can't even make it to the edge of town before he has to turn back and unload his cart!"
Snarf Zagyg
Notorious Liquefactionist
Just wait until the Wizards of Thay realize that they don't need to take over the world ...
They can just sell people rights to permanent illusions!
So you could spend money on all of these ... there has to be a word for a property right to something other people see ... it's on the tip of my tongue ...
But don't worry they'll increase in value over time! Meanwhile faerun is destroyed (again).
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