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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lee Hammock" data-source="post: 1961644" data-attributes="member: 24117">So myself and two friends were playing in a campaign in a world with gunpowder, clockwork golems, guns and such.  We were all gnomes: a fighter, a rogue/tinkerer, and a psioncist.  Our team motto was "Hey man, we're just gnomes," since everyone seemed to underestimate us.  Gnomes were well known in the world for being weak, but they were not very common, so we would commonly bedevil people with stange or rude behavior (stealing food, etc.) and claim it was "gnomish custom." So at one point we have to steal this heavily guarded ship from the middle of this city's harbor.  Luckily the guards did not know we were coming so could not identify us, but the ship was well guarded anyway.  The ship was at the end of a sixty foot pier guarded by several times our number in soldiers, and we were not very high level at the time.  Unfortunately our swiming skills were...lacking.  Our first plan was rather poorly thought out and involved a bunch of gunpowder wrapped in a spare chainmail shirt to create a shrapnel bomb that we stealthily dropped in front of the soldiers in the dead of night.  While it did kill one soldier, it caused such a ruckus that we were not able to get on the ship.  But then one of us had a plan.We spent the next day buying all the oil we could find in town, a fifty foot roll of white cloth, some widgets that could be construed as holy symbols, and some robes.  We show up at the docks claiming to be gnomish priests and ask the guards for permission to perform a gnomish funerary rite for the guard our bomb slew, saying that since gunpowder was a gnomish invention we felt responsible.  After some fineagling they agree and all get at the land end of the pier.  We begin at the base of the pier and two of us unroll the white cloth while the third gnome throws oil on it, chanting some gibberish and doing our best to look religious.  After we cover forty feet of the dock in white oil soaked cloth the guards get suspicious and start yelling at us, so we throw a tinder twig down and light forty feet of oil soaked cloth on top of a wooden pier.  Needless to say the guards did not chase us through the fire and we got away with the boat right before the pier collapsed.  And we sailed away, shrugging, saying "Hey man, we're just gnomes."</blockquote>

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