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<blockquote data-quote="Piratecat" data-source="post: 915915" data-attributes="member: 2">Glorious. Reading these are fun.I agree that real rat-bastardiness doesn't necessarily come from killing the PCs, but from vexing them by outwitting the players and making them appreciate it afterwards.&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />Here's one:The PCs had picked up a rival who was a miscreant con-artist bard named &quot;Fallane Deepleaf.&quot;&nbsp; After he sold the PCs' horses to other people staying at the same inn, they vowed to track him down. They soon learned the hard way that the con-man was using an assumed name; the REAL Fallane Deepleaf was a wizard who had trusted the con-man to house-sit his tower, only to come home from planar travel to find it sold out from under him.In response to the PCs' searching, the con-man charmed four or five dim-witted nobles and merchants before selling them &quot;authentic maps to buried treasure!&quot;&nbsp; Unfortunately, according to the map the treasure was buried under the floorboards of the PCs' private room in their favorite inn. They came back from a tough adventure, wet and bedraggled, only to find four charmed strangers with shovels and pickaxes tearing apart their meeting room floor. So they decided to get even. Having the hand-drawn map, they went to a diviner who deduced the REAL name of the person who drew it. Once they had that, the party bard wrote an extremely insulting and extremely catchy song about the guy, mocking him up one side and down the other, and taught it to every other bard in town for free. Within a week, it was a tremendous hit, and people were humming it everywhere. The party was tremendously proud of their detective work and innovative revenge.Then the poor scribe who drew the maps for a fee showed up to complain.&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Piratecat, post: 915915, member: 2"] Glorious. Reading these are fun. I agree that real rat-bastardiness doesn't necessarily come from killing the PCs, but from vexing them by outwitting the players and making them appreciate it afterwards. :D Here's one: The PCs had picked up a rival who was a miscreant con-artist bard named "Fallane Deepleaf." After he sold the PCs' horses to other people staying at the same inn, they vowed to track him down. They soon learned the hard way that the con-man was using an assumed name; the REAL Fallane Deepleaf was a wizard who had trusted the con-man to house-sit his tower, only to come home from planar travel to find it sold out from under him. In response to the PCs' searching, the con-man [i]charmed[/i] four or five dim-witted nobles and merchants before selling them "authentic maps to buried treasure!" Unfortunately, according to the map the treasure was buried under the floorboards of the PCs' private room in their favorite inn. They came back from a tough adventure, wet and bedraggled, only to find four [i]charmed[/i] strangers with shovels and pickaxes tearing apart their meeting room floor. So they decided to get even. Having the hand-drawn map, they went to a diviner who deduced the REAL name of the person who drew it. Once they had that, the party bard wrote an extremely insulting and extremely catchy song about the guy, mocking him up one side and down the other, and taught it to every other bard in town for free. Within a week, it was a tremendous hit, and people were humming it everywhere. The party was tremendously proud of their detective work and innovative revenge. Then the poor scribe who drew the maps for a fee showed up to complain. :D [/QUOTE]

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