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Evil guys always give the best speeches!

In a slightly related story.

We were going through The Speaker in Dreams.

The Party:
Xeebo Badger- a Gnome Paladin with Riding Dog and a very squeaky voice.
Jimbo-Halfling rogue carrying a torch for Lady Elaine, a local human paladin.
Alurien-Human Wizard, your standard fireball and magic missile evocation specialist.
Alustriel "Blorin Elvesbane Bloodaxe" Xanthatilathlion-Dwarf Cleric of St. Cuthbert raised by elves, a combat specialist with EWP:Dwarven Waraxe. Me.

We proceeded through the modual kicking ass and taking names, eventually killing all of the cultists, wererats, and whatnot. We then killed an Ogre Magi at level 6. (Through a lucky Hold Person and lack of knowledge about the rules on the part of the DM.) and then went to a speech that the local Baron was giving, taking spots in the front.

The speach started out well, congradulating us for saving the town from chaos, but then he began to go on about putting the town under martial law and generally instituting a reign of terror. The paladin cast detect evil, and picked up the Baron as evil, as well as a much more powerful evil force in the shadows behind him.

I quickly forulated a plan. I would drink potion of spider climb and invisability, put the rogue in my inventory (inside joke), and begin to climb up the tower. Meanwhile, the wizard would cast fly on the paladin's dog and haste on himself. When we reached the tower, I would put the rogue behind the evil creature, flank it, and then we would both attack, the paladin would charge, and the wizard would hit it with two magic missiles.

While we were climbing up the tower, and evil bearded figure appear on the top of the tower and began to laugh. We got into position, and attacked. I used my Smite ability, the rogue threw two daggers from pointblank range, getting sneak attacks, and the wizard cast his magic missiles, killing the creature. The paladin charged the bearded figure on the roof, smiting evil, and killed it in one hit.

In one round a sixth level party took out a barbazu and a mind flayer.

While the rogue, the wizard, and myself dealt with the Baron and his hench-guards, the paladin began to make of speach to the town.

"People of Town That The Adventure Takes Place In, I am Xeebo Badger, a paladin. We have recently done this town some service in killing the Reality Wrinkle Cultists and solving the Wererat attacks. Today, I found out that your Baron was evil, and his plan would have lead to the domination of this town by the forces of Hextor. We have killed him, and cleansed this town, you are safe from evil."
At this point the crowd began to chant. "Baron Badger! Baron Badger!"
"I am honored to accept the office of Baron. But there is something else I must say. Lady Elaine, I love you, your hair is like the most fine spun gold, your eyes are divine, please Lady Elaine, accept my love."

They the rogue's player tackled the paladin's while the townspeople decided to do some light rioting and looting...

The moral of this story is: Players F*** up everything, even in speaches.
 

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"just so i know, when i dispose of your remains, do you prefer burial or cremation?"

"kill me? you think your pitiful band is going to kill me? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... (pant pant)
it's good to know you have high opinions of yourselves."
 

Short but sweet...

One of my best was in a Champions campaign. The villain, a psyker called Mindbend, when cornered in one of his many lairs, told the leader of the heroes: "Your mother complained of her arthritis this morning. What do you recommend I bring her for the pain?"
 

I tried to make a speech once.

We had just run across the awakned shade of some old undead warrior/king guy. Evil to the core.

After he made his speech announcing that he intended to revive some old evil dead god and destroy the world (basically), I launched into what the DM later referred to as my "sailor moon" speech, throwing righteous indignation and none-to-subtle threats about like beads at mardi-gras.

Right in the middle of it (I was on a roll) he attacked me with his bigass ghostly greatsword.

Now I save my speeches until *after* we've nailed the bad guy.

:D

-F
 


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