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<blockquote data-quote="Nightchilde-2" data-source="post: 920359" data-attributes="member: 4109">Three tales from my rat bastard's handbook...Story #1:&nbsp; I had a long-running Mage: the Ascension game that lasted for about 3 years.&nbsp; The whole point of the campaign was for the PCs to collect seven stones and, more importantly, keep the Nephandi from getting the stones (and dragging everything down into the void).&nbsp; Next, I let one of the PCs play a Nephandi-in-hiding.&nbsp; Guess which PC the other PCs entrusted the stones to.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; You got it right.&nbsp; Campaign ended when he delivered the seven stones to his master.Story #2: D&amp;D.&nbsp; The party was in a dungeon&nbsp; that was built by a pantheon of gods to trap another god.&nbsp; That's actually beside the point.&nbsp; Anyway, two of the PCs entered this room that was filled with these batlike creatures, jet black.&nbsp; They swarmed the room.&nbsp; There was a candle in the middle of the room.&nbsp; Before entering, a daeva guarding the room informed the PCs that the creatures inside the room were the last of a race of beings.&nbsp; Upon entering, the PCs found themselves stuck within the room by a Wall of Force.&nbsp; The only way out was to extinguish the candle, which they did, intantly killing the last vestiges of this race.&nbsp; To make matters even worse, the trapped god had been whispering into the cleric of Oghma's head that &quot;their blood is on your hands&quot; ever since she entered.&nbsp; Some of the best roleplaying ever in one of my groups ensued afterwards. Story #3:&nbsp; This one is short.&nbsp; In my Exalted game two weeks ago, in order to get the information they needed, Erembour (third circle demon) made a deal with one of the PCs to call it's name and break a trinket during the next Calibration.&nbsp; 3 guesses what the trinket does...<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":-)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :-)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":-)" />&nbsp; Worst of all, the PC cannot speak or write the demon's name to tell the others who it is.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Nightchilde-2, post: 920359, member: 4109"] [b]Three tales from my rat bastard's handbook...[/b] Story #1: I had a long-running Mage: the Ascension game that lasted for about 3 years. The whole point of the campaign was for the PCs to collect seven stones and, more importantly, keep the Nephandi from getting the stones (and dragging everything down into the void). Next, I let one of the PCs play a Nephandi-in-hiding. Guess which PC the other PCs entrusted the stones to. Yeah. You got it right. Campaign ended when he delivered the seven stones to his master. Story #2: D&D. The party was in a dungeon that was built by a pantheon of gods to trap another god. That's actually beside the point. Anyway, two of the PCs entered this room that was filled with these batlike creatures, jet black. They swarmed the room. There was a candle in the middle of the room. Before entering, a daeva guarding the room informed the PCs that the creatures inside the room were the last of a race of beings. Upon entering, the PCs found themselves stuck within the room by a Wall of Force. The only way out was to extinguish the candle, which they did, intantly killing the last vestiges of this race. To make matters even worse, the trapped god had been whispering into the cleric of Oghma's head that "their blood is on your hands" ever since she entered. Some of the best roleplaying ever in one of my groups ensued afterwards. Story #3: This one is short. In my Exalted game two weeks ago, in order to get the information they needed, Erembour (third circle demon) made a deal with one of the PCs to call it's name and break a trinket during the next Calibration. 3 guesses what the trinket does...:-) Worst of all, the PC cannot speak or write the demon's name to tell the others who it is. [/QUOTE]

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