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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tolen Mar" data-source="post: 3539762" data-attributes="member: 1295">So I was playing this bard once, and the two of us (it was a short group that day) had just wandered into town.  We were short on funds.  Turns out there was some sort of festival going on, so we start to wander around, looking for an opportunity to make some money.My buddy at this point is just a fighter, and not even a prticularly effective one.  Out in a field, some of the locals are having a simple rock-throwing contest (ala Braveheart).  The current winner/champion is there, and towers a full head over our fighter.  This is a big fellow, and everytime he wings one of those stones out in the field, it flies a rather considerable distance; moreso than any of his opponents, a few of which he's knocked cold.So I turn to the fighter and say "I think you can beat him."Con #1:  Within a few minutes, I have the fighter believing that its all in the skill, and not brute force, and that he can, indeed, defeat the champ at his own game.So he goes in and announces that he wants to give it a try.  After a few laughs and jeers, he's told it will be a few minutes before he gets his chance.  So I start up Con #2:  I start wandering through the assembled crowd.  I make the occasional nonchalant remark about how the fighter is actually 'The Great So-and-So from Far away.'  I include phrases like "this will be a treat to watch," and "that big guy is in for a surprise."A couple of bluff checks later, the lies have caught hold, and people start 'remembering' tales they've heard about this guy.  The betting goes crazy.  This of course, reinforces the fighters confidence, and he starts to play it up.  The big guy on the field is still skeptical, but beginning to be worried.Just before my friends turn to throw came up, I go to the bookie, and bet all we have.  AGAINST my friend.  The bookie gives me this wierd look, "You sure about this?  Haven't you heard who he is?""Of course I have.  But I mean LOOK at him.  There's no way he can knock that guy out."The bookie takes my money, gives me my ticket, chuckling the whole time.Well, they throw.  The fighter tosses his rock.  It lands three feet in front of the big.  The big guy knocks the fighter cold.  I go to collect my winnings from the dumbstruck bookie.  Numbly, the guy pays out, whie the croud starts to mutter about how they don't believe it.  Of course, by the time they figure out they've been had, I've left.Later, after he regained his consciousness, the fighter caught up with me.  He had a horrible headache and couldn't remember what had happened.I looked at him, deadpan and said "You took a nasty trip, knocked yourself out on a rock.""Why did you leave me there?""You looked so peaceful, figured you needed the rest."Officially, the character didn't know any different, but my GM and the other player were rolling.  We never could go back to that small town again.</blockquote>

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