Shemeska
Adventurer
Have you ever had a moment of dire seriousness in a game when one of your players just popped out an IC or OOC comment that destroyed the mood?
I recently had that happen when I took each of my players aside into another room to speak to them individually. To summarize the PCs were in the Quasielemental plane of Mineral, chasing a powerful group of Yugoloths, hoping to reach something inside the Tower of Lead before them. One of the 'loths was essentially a puppet of the Oinoloth IMC and during an ambush on the PCs, the Oinoloth snagged hold of his mind from across the planes and wormed his way into the heads of my players characters. Why harm them when you don't consider them a valid threat and its more amusing to taunt, tempt and corrupt.
In any event, the characters each experienced a meeting inside their heads with this puppet Ultraloth, a controlling gem embedded in his forehead. The 'loth twitched and whimpered as he shapeshifted into a visage of the Oinoloth who smiled and casually paced a circle around the PC. Each of them was offered something of importance or taunted with some bit of information.
One particular PC, a half celestial fighter, was quiet as the Archfiend spoke to him and mentioned that on a daily basis he controlled the ebb and flow of the Blood War. He, the Oinoloth alone ensured that both Baatezu and Tanar'ri butchered each other and would not cast their gaze upon the innocents of the upper planes. Such a being of abject, remorseless evil claimed to further the cause of good in this way, to keep unsullied the hands of the upper planes and persons such as the PC. Daily he shamed him with how much 'good' was kept intact and safe by his actions. Who then was the PC to call him 'evil'.
More banter and the 'loth came to the topic of mortal wants, needs and desires. Tempting the PC. Well so much for seriousness at this point. The 'loth asked, "What is it you want and crave? Surely you have something deep in the core of your mortal heart that is lacking and that you would have filled. My benevolence is boundless you see, answer me and I may provide. Tell me, what is it you desire?"
And the player looks and deadpans, "Are you hitting on me?"
Me: ".... you did not just ask the Oinoloth if he was hitting on you..."
Player w/ me trying hard to breath while laughing: "OOC! OOC I swear!"
I recently had that happen when I took each of my players aside into another room to speak to them individually. To summarize the PCs were in the Quasielemental plane of Mineral, chasing a powerful group of Yugoloths, hoping to reach something inside the Tower of Lead before them. One of the 'loths was essentially a puppet of the Oinoloth IMC and during an ambush on the PCs, the Oinoloth snagged hold of his mind from across the planes and wormed his way into the heads of my players characters. Why harm them when you don't consider them a valid threat and its more amusing to taunt, tempt and corrupt.
In any event, the characters each experienced a meeting inside their heads with this puppet Ultraloth, a controlling gem embedded in his forehead. The 'loth twitched and whimpered as he shapeshifted into a visage of the Oinoloth who smiled and casually paced a circle around the PC. Each of them was offered something of importance or taunted with some bit of information.
One particular PC, a half celestial fighter, was quiet as the Archfiend spoke to him and mentioned that on a daily basis he controlled the ebb and flow of the Blood War. He, the Oinoloth alone ensured that both Baatezu and Tanar'ri butchered each other and would not cast their gaze upon the innocents of the upper planes. Such a being of abject, remorseless evil claimed to further the cause of good in this way, to keep unsullied the hands of the upper planes and persons such as the PC. Daily he shamed him with how much 'good' was kept intact and safe by his actions. Who then was the PC to call him 'evil'.
More banter and the 'loth came to the topic of mortal wants, needs and desires. Tempting the PC. Well so much for seriousness at this point. The 'loth asked, "What is it you want and crave? Surely you have something deep in the core of your mortal heart that is lacking and that you would have filled. My benevolence is boundless you see, answer me and I may provide. Tell me, what is it you desire?"
And the player looks and deadpans, "Are you hitting on me?"
Me: ".... you did not just ask the Oinoloth if he was hitting on you..."
Player w/ me trying hard to breath while laughing: "OOC! OOC I swear!"
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