Bran Blackbyrd
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"We have no means to harm you."
This happened when our group of four ran into a rather large band of orcs. My fighter/cleric decided to try to communicate with them rather than immediately start fighting, unfortunately he couldn't speak orc. So I would tell the party's wizard what to say, and he would talk to the orcs. My cleric hopes to bluff them and says, "Tell them that we don't want any trouble, but if they attack us we will be forced to destroy them."
What was the sorcerer's player's translation? "We have no means to harm you." Apparently this made sense to the player, but the orcs attacked immediately anyway.
Now whenever someone says or does something stupid despite the fact they should know better (especially during negotiations) we all say, "We have no means to harm you."
"I cast searing light."
Our priest of Pelor was involved in a tragic accident that crippled his left hand to the point of uselessness, but increased his ability to cast light based spells. As a result, he was constantly casting searing light, and nothing but searing light. Now whenever someone repeats the same action, or uses the same tactics constantly, one of us invariably shouts, "I cast searing light."
This also became a euphemism for pleasuring one's self, and is accompanied with the appropriate hand motions when said.
Priest of Pelor, know your place!
This happened when the cleric's player forgot himself (he usually tried to roleplay properly, something most of our players didn't bother with) and got uppity with the local nobility. The result was the DM cutting off the player in mid-sentence and admonishing him in a stern voice, "Priest of Pelor, know your place!"
I don't know why, but it was hilarious, especially the gobsmacked expression on the player's face. This phrase is recited by the DM when someone questions him, or whenever someone oversteps a boundary, no matter how small.
"Hey, did you take an extra slice of pizza?" "Priest of Pelor, know your place!"
Drop a mohrg barrel on that ass.
We had a player whose bard had a nasty habit of always trying to loot things first, and at innapropriate times. For instance, he once proceeded to loot the corpse of a man who had just attempted to kill a woman and a small child. They stood there screaming as the stranger who just murdered their would-be killer rifled through the man's pockets. A grief counsler he is not.
So we're in a mine and come across a room full of regular old kobolds (we were 10th level on average) and kill them all. There's nothing in the room aside from a barrel. Of course, the greedy bard makes a dash for the barrel, but the fighter is sick of his snatch tactics and tries to get to the barrel first. The bard beats him to it and he opens the barrel, only to be grappled by the mohrg crouched within. We were all attacking the mohrg trying to save him, but the next player up was our wizard (we have no means to harm you) and he vaporized the bard and the mohrg with a lightning bolt.
We don't refer to it as a barrel with a mohrg in it, or anything like that, it is specifically a mohrg-barrel. Now we sometimes threaten each other with, "Watch yourself, or I'll drop a mohrg-barrel on that ass.", or something similar.
"Hey butt-squeak"
The very same sorcerer referred to a new player's character by name, when (in-game) he wasn't supposed to know him yet. What resulted wa another "you had to be there" moment.
Sorcerer: Trandorf, get away from the Ettin so I can fireball it.
DM: You don't know his name yet.
Sorcerer: Hey, butt-squeak or whatever your name is, get away from the ettin!
Uproarious laughter ensues. Like I said, you had to be there. Any npc whose name is not yet known is butt-squeak.
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Bugbear Armpit Potion
Our sorcerer (again) got himself into trouble during a fight with some bugbears and other assorted nasties. He was in dire need of healing and he searched one of the bugbears for anything that could help. The DM informed him that he found a vial filled with liquid strapped in the bugbear's armpit, presumably concealed for use in an emergency. Desperate for any healing he could get he swallows the potion and immediately his legs turn into that of a goat or a satyr, and they are really long. For many sessions to come he was the tallest member of the party, with increased dexterity and speed, and a devestated charisma score. He was denied shelter, people ran from him shouting things about demons, and he was generally shunned by every npc we encountered. We learned that the tactics a bugbear might employ, and the attributes they may find acceptable as a condition of victory, might not necessarily match the sensibilities of more refined races.
Whenever we run into something whose effects are unknown to us, someone usually says, "Maybe it's a bugbear armpit potion.", or "We should be okay, as long as it hasn't been in a bugbear's armpit."
This happened when our group of four ran into a rather large band of orcs. My fighter/cleric decided to try to communicate with them rather than immediately start fighting, unfortunately he couldn't speak orc. So I would tell the party's wizard what to say, and he would talk to the orcs. My cleric hopes to bluff them and says, "Tell them that we don't want any trouble, but if they attack us we will be forced to destroy them."
What was the sorcerer's player's translation? "We have no means to harm you." Apparently this made sense to the player, but the orcs attacked immediately anyway.
Now whenever someone says or does something stupid despite the fact they should know better (especially during negotiations) we all say, "We have no means to harm you."
"I cast searing light."
Our priest of Pelor was involved in a tragic accident that crippled his left hand to the point of uselessness, but increased his ability to cast light based spells. As a result, he was constantly casting searing light, and nothing but searing light. Now whenever someone repeats the same action, or uses the same tactics constantly, one of us invariably shouts, "I cast searing light."
This also became a euphemism for pleasuring one's self, and is accompanied with the appropriate hand motions when said.

Priest of Pelor, know your place!
This happened when the cleric's player forgot himself (he usually tried to roleplay properly, something most of our players didn't bother with) and got uppity with the local nobility. The result was the DM cutting off the player in mid-sentence and admonishing him in a stern voice, "Priest of Pelor, know your place!"
I don't know why, but it was hilarious, especially the gobsmacked expression on the player's face. This phrase is recited by the DM when someone questions him, or whenever someone oversteps a boundary, no matter how small.
"Hey, did you take an extra slice of pizza?" "Priest of Pelor, know your place!"
Drop a mohrg barrel on that ass.
We had a player whose bard had a nasty habit of always trying to loot things first, and at innapropriate times. For instance, he once proceeded to loot the corpse of a man who had just attempted to kill a woman and a small child. They stood there screaming as the stranger who just murdered their would-be killer rifled through the man's pockets. A grief counsler he is not.
So we're in a mine and come across a room full of regular old kobolds (we were 10th level on average) and kill them all. There's nothing in the room aside from a barrel. Of course, the greedy bard makes a dash for the barrel, but the fighter is sick of his snatch tactics and tries to get to the barrel first. The bard beats him to it and he opens the barrel, only to be grappled by the mohrg crouched within. We were all attacking the mohrg trying to save him, but the next player up was our wizard (we have no means to harm you) and he vaporized the bard and the mohrg with a lightning bolt.
We don't refer to it as a barrel with a mohrg in it, or anything like that, it is specifically a mohrg-barrel. Now we sometimes threaten each other with, "Watch yourself, or I'll drop a mohrg-barrel on that ass.", or something similar.
"Hey butt-squeak"
The very same sorcerer referred to a new player's character by name, when (in-game) he wasn't supposed to know him yet. What resulted wa another "you had to be there" moment.
Sorcerer: Trandorf, get away from the Ettin so I can fireball it.
DM: You don't know his name yet.
Sorcerer: Hey, butt-squeak or whatever your name is, get away from the ettin!
Uproarious laughter ensues. Like I said, you had to be there. Any npc whose name is not yet known is butt-squeak.
EDIT
Bugbear Armpit Potion
Our sorcerer (again) got himself into trouble during a fight with some bugbears and other assorted nasties. He was in dire need of healing and he searched one of the bugbears for anything that could help. The DM informed him that he found a vial filled with liquid strapped in the bugbear's armpit, presumably concealed for use in an emergency. Desperate for any healing he could get he swallows the potion and immediately his legs turn into that of a goat or a satyr, and they are really long. For many sessions to come he was the tallest member of the party, with increased dexterity and speed, and a devestated charisma score. He was denied shelter, people ran from him shouting things about demons, and he was generally shunned by every npc we encountered. We learned that the tactics a bugbear might employ, and the attributes they may find acceptable as a condition of victory, might not necessarily match the sensibilities of more refined races.
Whenever we run into something whose effects are unknown to us, someone usually says, "Maybe it's a bugbear armpit potion.", or "We should be okay, as long as it hasn't been in a bugbear's armpit."
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