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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Irish_vampyre" data-source="post: 4030274" data-attributes="member: 59808">A Ring of Power to one of no prowessWell, it all started in the town of Dansherdan, in the basic 2nd ed AD&D world of our DM's creation. It was a gnomish town, it was filled with inventions, experimental machinery and weapons, and modes of transport (most of which were deadly because they didn't work). At any rate, there was a magic surplus store, it was basically military applications that had been surpassed (or failed out completely) that they were selling off to fund other applications of these strange and untold items of power and glory. Now on this adventure there were 4 party members. These were...Cohen           -      half-elf prince               -      fighter/thief  3/3Trelander       -      Elf                              -      Mage           6Nicole            -     Human Princess (tre's gf) -     Mage            6Lazic             -      Elf                              -      Ranger         6Now just before we got to the city we were brought before the Regent of our City-State to go and check on the status of a town requesting help to stave off a local group of bandits, ferret them out and kill them. On our journey to this town there was hear tell of a Dragon governing some such group in the general region of our quest... So as any cautious party would do, we decided to see if there was anything we could find to aid us in our quest if we were unfortunate enough to happen across the beast. We parused the selection the above mentioned store had in stock, we found a Gnomish ring of Fire Resistance, a large bag of Gnullbugs (little clockwork bugs that were fairly heavy with continual light cast upon them, that made fairly loud noises as they went along), a potion bottle filled with a concoction of various dungs that we decided was a stink bomb and finally a leedumon (lead 'em on), which was nothing but a small bluish gem that used a spell to record the noises around it when a command word was spoken, and with another command repeated them. Well we thought we'd stumbled onto the most outlandish form of super useful things anyone had ever heard of. Also Trelander insisted on buying this torture cube the gnoms had found and rebuilt, against protests of the party. It was a small box, that if you grabbed the string-like metal threads on the handle, and used shocking grasp, turned it into a heated monstrosity. To use it you had to stick the torturee's hands in the two openings on the far end of the box, and perform the active maneuver (shocking grasp). It was stupid, and it made me think of one thing which I won't say now, cause you'll hear it later. At any rate after many a trial and tribulation, we made it to the base of the bandits. Which after again many trials and tribulations, not to mention use of our super anti-trap devices the Gnullbugs, we discovered that the dragon, red if you wanted to know, was the leader. Lazic our ranger was entirely over confident due to his ring of gnomish fire resistance, ran out front to take the breath weapons because he was immune. Well the Dragon thought that was a marvelous idea, and proceeded to toast him alive, everything was gone, even the bones had turned to ash. The only thing that remained was a small piece of finger meat that was roasted quite nicely in the circlet home of a ring, you guessed it, the not even touched, immune to fire, ring of gnomish resistance, which by all accounts was just that, NOT, as we thought, a ring of Fire protection..... Well whether or not it was a funny ideal or not, we ran away, taking the ring and roasted ranger meat as we went. It was then that Trelander had the great idea to throw the stink potion on the way out, which worked marvelously, the Dragon fled the cave, outside he went, right behind us....  At this point we thought we were screwed, it was right then that, for some unknown reason I, Cohen yelled out the command word of the Leedumon and threw it as hard as I could at the dragon's wing, I know foolish, but we were a man down and being assaulted by a dragon, what do you expect? At any rate for some reason, the little rock interested the dragon far beyond what the pebble had expectation to do, which was bounce off... The Dragon chased it, and we chased the thought of the nearest bath house, for we knew that we had at that point soiled ourselves... In our hideout, which was basically a little earthen cave, we hid for 2 weeks. We captured a bandit left opver from the fight and Trelander used his torture device to get the information (was the dragon gone?) out of him. The answer to our relief and dismay was that the dragon had disintegrated the town, utterly, and left. While we continued to torture him for more information, Nicole managed to blurt out a comment that was just then the funniest thing imaginable, "I thought we were toast!" We laughed hysterically, because at just that moment we realized that the torture device, was none other than a toaster, that had been rebuilt to reflect a torture apparatus, not until then did we realize that Mike, Our DM had made this entire adventure while under the influence of eating toast everyday for 3 solid weeks. Our real dm, master of our fate, was a piece of crispy bread.</blockquote>

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