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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kae'Yoss" data-source="post: 3745505" data-attributes="member: 4134">I have one from last week:The party (9th-level gestalt, consisting of a Minotaur Fighter, a Succubus Paladin of Freedom, a  Human Psion(Seer)/Cleric I think, and a Half-Dragon Barbarian.) is in Sigil right now, and they had to obtain some important information (in the form of a riddle) for someone who can get them out of the Cage again. Only, they don't trust their employer (to be honest, that is justified), so the psion (who obtained the information) decides that he has to keep it a secret.In order to keep the secret even in the face of magic, he decides to search for someone who can psionically modify his memory so instead of the piece of paper containing the riddle, he remembers being told a different riddle. He asks around for a reputable psion, and finds one, but since that one's a nomad, he doesn't have that particular power. He tells him about another psion who shold be able to do what he says, but says that he doesn't know whether he could trust him.He decides to visit the guy, anyway. He agrees to do it (the psion opened the bargaining with 4000, which is a lot more than the telepath would have hoped for) and modifies his memory so that he doesn't know anything about the parchment any more - but only after telling his psi-crystal that he possesses a piece of paper with important information.Now, the troubles start: He can't tell the others (who don't know about all that, they just knew he had the information, not what it was or what form it was delivered in) that he went to a psion to get his head messed with. Of course, the telepath, being good at what he does, did think of a "suitable" cover story.So instead of remembering searching a telepath with memory-altering powers, he remembers combing Sigil's Grand Bazaar for some form of Passion Potion (like love potion, but for the more... practical applications of love) to woo that tavern wench he met back on the prime.So he meets with the others, who of course want to know where he was and why he kept them waiting when they had to meet their employer. Being ashamed of himself for buying some disreputable elexirs, he makes something up about getting good wine to celebrate.  The Minotaur of course seizes the bottle before anyone can say anything, and takes a swig (which, for a mino's mouth, is about half of the bottle), and doesn't quite make the resulting will saving throw.So for the next couple of minutes, the rest of the party is in the unique position to watch the spectacle of a minotaur breathing heavily and leering at some farmer's cattle, barely able to keep his passions in check. I was merciful and let him shake off the effects after a couple of minutes, making feel a bit woozy and having only a very hazy recollection of the last couple of minutes (Of course, that only means that the poor mino doesn't know why the rest of the party is grinning at him like that and making mooing noises).And that's not all: Remember the psion telling his psycristal about the parchment? As you might know, every psicrystal is a personality fragment of its owner. This one had the single-minded personality, so of course it (played by me) would regularly inform the psion that he possesses a sheet of paper with important information on it, and everything the petstone said was followed by the same thing:"Hey, you have piece of paper with important information on it.""Why don't I remember that?""Dunno, but the information is very important. It's on a piece of paper.""Where's that piece of paper?""Beats me, but it does contain important information.""Where did I get that information from?""I don't know that, but it's on a piece of paper in your possession."And so on.This, of course, makes the psion question his memories. The fact that he went and bought some sort of date-rape potion, which just is not him, wasn't helping either. Finally, after thinking a bit more about said tavern wench, and remembering that the thing he liked most was her gleaming green skin, he broke the mind-modifying power that he had put on himself. He produced the original parchment in the knowledge that he just blew 4000 gold pieces (not counting the money for the Passion Potion) for nothing.They decide to go with the new riddle (which really is an utterly ridiculous poem that doesn't contain any other clue) and return to their employer. After they recite the poem, he has a laugh, and tells them the real riddle verbatim - turns out that, while rummaging through the psion character's mind, that telepath found who the original riddle was meant for, and decided to look whether he could sell it to the characters' employer, seeing that his current mercs weren't going to give him the information, anyway.It all went well for everyone involved: Their employer wasn't too upset about it and continued to let them run errants for them (which will get them to hell in a handbasked yet, but they were on that course before their stroke of genius), the party got to have some nice anecdotes about horny horned minotaurs and annoying pet stones, and some bastard telepath in sigil made a quick 6000 gil for what was great fun for him.</blockquote>

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