Nergal Pendragon
First Post
After some thinking, consulting, drinking, and asking a few of my players... The following are the roles my group agrees actually exist.
General Custer: You are the leader of this ragtag bunch of misfits, and despite any failings you may have in other areas all of your plans are tactically sound and, based on the information you have, would go off without a hitch. Inevitably, due to things outside of your control, your plans go horribly, horribly wrong and you end up taking all of the blame.
Leeroy Jenkins: You're probably a front-line fighter who likes combat. A lot. And you're usually why General Custer's plans end up failing. Despite this, you're an utter combat monster, so the group keeps you around simply because the sheer amount of unrelenting pain you can unleash on enemies cannot be matched. Even if they would love it if you didn't greet the king with "a traditional crotch kick of hello."
The Succubus: Whenever they need information or someone convinced, they send you. It doesn't matter if you're male or female; only the demonic representatives of lust can resist the seductive tones of your negotiations. You might be a bit useless in combat or you might be capable of beating an orc to death by using a bugbear as a club, but what everyone's going to remember is how you flirted with the big bad until they surrendered.
Backstab McBetrayaparty: Everyone with any common sense knows you'd murder your own family for a ham sandwich. Most people with any lore at all suspect you'll sell the entire party out to the first demon or devil you come across just to get better clothes. Your sudden but inevitable betrayal is accepted and known by all. Yet, somehow, you're still adventuring with them. Must not have met someone willing to pay the right price yet...
Healbot 9000: You have a name. You are a person. You can do a lot more than just use spells/class abilities/magic items to heal people. And the party keeps conveniently forgetting every single one of these facts. The good news is the party doesn't really expect you to contribute to combat or endanger yourself... in fact, they'd prefer it if you didn't. After all, you're pretty much their lifeline.
Elan: You are almost completely useless. It doesn't matter what class you are; you manage to make it look worse. You are utterly loathed by the party, most of them wouldn't miss you if you died, you've just barely avoided waking up on fire a few times, and it's a complete mystery why they keep you around at all. And then comes that one certain circumstance where you're amazingly useful...
General Custer: You are the leader of this ragtag bunch of misfits, and despite any failings you may have in other areas all of your plans are tactically sound and, based on the information you have, would go off without a hitch. Inevitably, due to things outside of your control, your plans go horribly, horribly wrong and you end up taking all of the blame.
Leeroy Jenkins: You're probably a front-line fighter who likes combat. A lot. And you're usually why General Custer's plans end up failing. Despite this, you're an utter combat monster, so the group keeps you around simply because the sheer amount of unrelenting pain you can unleash on enemies cannot be matched. Even if they would love it if you didn't greet the king with "a traditional crotch kick of hello."
The Succubus: Whenever they need information or someone convinced, they send you. It doesn't matter if you're male or female; only the demonic representatives of lust can resist the seductive tones of your negotiations. You might be a bit useless in combat or you might be capable of beating an orc to death by using a bugbear as a club, but what everyone's going to remember is how you flirted with the big bad until they surrendered.
Backstab McBetrayaparty: Everyone with any common sense knows you'd murder your own family for a ham sandwich. Most people with any lore at all suspect you'll sell the entire party out to the first demon or devil you come across just to get better clothes. Your sudden but inevitable betrayal is accepted and known by all. Yet, somehow, you're still adventuring with them. Must not have met someone willing to pay the right price yet...
Healbot 9000: You have a name. You are a person. You can do a lot more than just use spells/class abilities/magic items to heal people. And the party keeps conveniently forgetting every single one of these facts. The good news is the party doesn't really expect you to contribute to combat or endanger yourself... in fact, they'd prefer it if you didn't. After all, you're pretty much their lifeline.
Elan: You are almost completely useless. It doesn't matter what class you are; you manage to make it look worse. You are utterly loathed by the party, most of them wouldn't miss you if you died, you've just barely avoided waking up on fire a few times, and it's a complete mystery why they keep you around at all. And then comes that one certain circumstance where you're amazingly useful...
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