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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kurashu" data-source="post: 3007276" data-attributes="member: 41198">3.5 Campaign "Gnome's Call": Most of the party managed to get out to a zombie infested island, however, the Psion got left behind (showed up late because he had to work).Cap'n Lazy Eye (he was a half-orc with a lazy eye): You need to get out there?Trent: Yes.Cap'n Lay Eye: 100 gold.Trent: You will take me for free.Cap'n Lazy Eye: No. I need to make a living.Trent [pulls dagger]: You also need to not die to make a living.Cap'n Lazy Eye: You are a tough barginer, but I see your point.Later, on the island, the party is investigating the "Den of Immorality" (read: whore house) in a treetop village. The human bard wandered around back and up a staircase. He stumbles into a room.DM: You smell the stench of death and there are headless bodies hanging from meathooks all around the room. Make a spot check.Bard: 15.DM: You see a man sitting indian style near the back.Bard: This isn't where I parked my car!Cultist: What? Who's there?!Bard: This isn't monday!Cultist [opens hatch in ceiling]: Intruder!Bard: I run away!MEANWHILE IN THE SECOND FLOOR, the rest of us are checking around when the halfling sorcerer comes back from his "good time" and the bard comes screaming up the stairs.Bard: EVIL CULT GUY!!!!Me: What?Sorc: Something about a cult.Half-Dragon Dwarf: Move.Us: Why?HD Dwarf: Move.Us: Ok.Bard tears pass us as the cult guy comes into view. Breath Attack, full damage, Cult guy failed his reflex save (not that it would have helped since we were ECL 2, but the DM let the Half-Dragon and Half-Celestial templates in for two characters for story reasons).HD Dwarf: That's why. Now, we have to burn down this place.Me: We're in a village, made of wood, set in the treetops. Below us is zombie Mardis Gras. Am I the only who sees the problem?Everyone Else: Yes.Later still on the island, we had kidnapped a spy from the cult (or so we thought, we never found out) and after managing to destroy a good portion of the walkway around the house we were staying in and my rouge nearly being beaten to death to zombies (no thanks to the Halfing Sorcerer and the Half-Dragon), we caught him.Trent: Hoist him up.HD Dwarf: Why?Trent: I want to take his clothing!HD Dwarf: ...Okay? Is there something you have not shared with me.Trent: Possibly. But I am going to take his clothes and impersonate him.HD Dwarf: ...Alright. Sorry mister.Dwarf preceeds to knock him out and we take his clothes and he gets tied back up.Spy: I'm feeling kind of naked up here.Trent: Down there.Spy: Whatever. Can I just have something to cover up with?Trent: No.Spy: Why not?Trent: Lower him down to the zombies.HD Dwarf: Alright.Spy: No, don't! Just don't. All I want is something to cover up with.Trent: Fine. Bring him up here.HD Dwarf: Make up your mind.Trent's Player: I pull out my crossbow and say-DM: What do you say?HD Dwarf's Player: ...Do you value your life?We laughed for a good while after that.There was also the whole:Bard: We aren't you happy?Dokin: Don't answer that.Viper: I'm sorry if being bound and gagged to be excuted for a crime none of us committed doesn't put a smile on my face.As well as the sorcerer trying to comfort a woman who lost her lover in a town fire (Viper from above, which was the crime he was charged with) by continually mentioning him. It also didn't help when he tried to bed her. After that we let the dwarf and psion handle that sort of thing.And the psion's first astral construct.Bill [elf ranger]: I doubt you are half as mighty as you claim, Trent.Trent: Oh really?Bill: Yes. Yes I do.Trent manifests Astral Construct.DM: You see a small humanoid babylike figure appear and punch the fire and disappear.Bill: Is that you got.Trent:...Really, yeah. I'm going to go drink myself to sleep. [Behold the birth of the Drunk Manifester feat.]Too bad we never got to break into the stronghold were the bard, Dokin (our employer) and Viper were sent to.In the 2e campaign we did, the guy who played Trent played a gnome wizard who liked things that exploded as well as ale [behold the birth of the Drunken Caster NWP]. Well, after getting cocky on a lucky roll (he chucked a gernade into the mouth of a troll and killed it, twas a pretty sweet visual though), he threw another and missed, horribly. Like five feet in front of him on a natural 1 bad. It exploded and kills him. Then he goes: Wait, I have like ten more gernades, plus some ale!DM [evil grin]: That's right.Us: Well, it's been nice playing!In his defense, he did kill most of the trolls and scared the rest off and most of us didn't die (just the cleric, ouch). That was the last night of that campaign too since the DM had college or some lame excuse to keep us from self-destructing characters.</blockquote>

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