GravyFingerz
Gravymancer
So after 3 monthes of working on the day I was supposed to be gaming on, they returned me to my old schedule last week. Well, last week, my character died within 2 hours of the session he was introduced by trying to wrestle a Huge alligator. So this session, my new character was introduced: a smooth talking rogue (lvl 7, human) who aspirations are to be chief thief and con some patsies in the process. I was introduced to the group, I amused them so they decide I can tag along.
To provide some backstory, earlier in the campaign, the PCs were hired to destroy a basilisk by a mage's guild called The Chess Club. Destroy the basilisk and bring the corpse back. Sent along for the ride was a Dwarven wizard named Trogdor the Burninator (editors note: I want to hurt that particular player for that name alone
). They traveled in the swamp towards this keep and found the basilisk, and the almost the whole party was turned to stone, including Trogdor. On the last foray in to the keep, one of the PCs (a good friend of mine) was so disoriented when he was stone to flesh'ed that he threw Trogdor's statue and killed the basilisk; so all they had left was a pile of Trogdor.
On arriving back to town, they dumped Trogdor's broken statue on the lawn of his house. Well, Trogdor's neighbor sees the statue and thinks that the Dwarven Cleric of Obad-Hai carved the statue with her dwarven craftsmanship, so he commision's a statue to look like him for 20 pieces of gold.
The Dwarven Cleric, neither having the time nor the skill to create such a statue, goes to the Chess Club and asks if she can get an illusionist to create an illusionary statue, and they say no. That' fine, so we break in to Trogdor's home and sleep there for the night.
The next morning, there is the statue as promised. The Cleric is acting like "what the hell". The Dwarven Cleric tries to explain that the statue isnt real and she didn't do it, so I step in and say "My kind sir, my dwarven friend tends to carry her jokes to far. The statue is real. However, there is a problem. According to our party charter, she isn't allowed to conduct business, so you went through the wrong channels. I am afraid I am going to have to charge more for the statue."
At this point, the dwarven cleric is so mad she runs off to the Chess Club to see if they did it. As it turns out, one of the apprentice's thought it would be a really funny joke.
Meanwhile at the house, the NPC says he only has 22 g.p. to spend and nothing valuable. I decided that he isn't competent enough to hide any valuables, so I sell him the statue for 20 g.p. At the last minute, I manage to sell him the service plan for 2 g.p. which states cleaners will come every morning to keep the statue clean.
So all is said and done, the dwarven cleric (editors note: the cleric is painfully honest, considering everyone else in the party is either psychotic or dishonest) knocks on the door of the NPC, and what is the first thing the NPC says?
"I'm not allowed to do business with you."
We were cracking up like hell. It was a beautiful, hilarious moment.
And as it turned out, she gave the NPC 22 of her own gold pieces.
To provide some backstory, earlier in the campaign, the PCs were hired to destroy a basilisk by a mage's guild called The Chess Club. Destroy the basilisk and bring the corpse back. Sent along for the ride was a Dwarven wizard named Trogdor the Burninator (editors note: I want to hurt that particular player for that name alone
). They traveled in the swamp towards this keep and found the basilisk, and the almost the whole party was turned to stone, including Trogdor. On the last foray in to the keep, one of the PCs (a good friend of mine) was so disoriented when he was stone to flesh'ed that he threw Trogdor's statue and killed the basilisk; so all they had left was a pile of Trogdor.On arriving back to town, they dumped Trogdor's broken statue on the lawn of his house. Well, Trogdor's neighbor sees the statue and thinks that the Dwarven Cleric of Obad-Hai carved the statue with her dwarven craftsmanship, so he commision's a statue to look like him for 20 pieces of gold.
The Dwarven Cleric, neither having the time nor the skill to create such a statue, goes to the Chess Club and asks if she can get an illusionist to create an illusionary statue, and they say no. That' fine, so we break in to Trogdor's home and sleep there for the night.
The next morning, there is the statue as promised. The Cleric is acting like "what the hell". The Dwarven Cleric tries to explain that the statue isnt real and she didn't do it, so I step in and say "My kind sir, my dwarven friend tends to carry her jokes to far. The statue is real. However, there is a problem. According to our party charter, she isn't allowed to conduct business, so you went through the wrong channels. I am afraid I am going to have to charge more for the statue."
At this point, the dwarven cleric is so mad she runs off to the Chess Club to see if they did it. As it turns out, one of the apprentice's thought it would be a really funny joke.
Meanwhile at the house, the NPC says he only has 22 g.p. to spend and nothing valuable. I decided that he isn't competent enough to hide any valuables, so I sell him the statue for 20 g.p. At the last minute, I manage to sell him the service plan for 2 g.p. which states cleaners will come every morning to keep the statue clean.
So all is said and done, the dwarven cleric (editors note: the cleric is painfully honest, considering everyone else in the party is either psychotic or dishonest) knocks on the door of the NPC, and what is the first thing the NPC says?
"I'm not allowed to do business with you."
We were cracking up like hell. It was a beautiful, hilarious moment.
And as it turned out, she gave the NPC 22 of her own gold pieces.
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