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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Templetroll" data-source="post: 2737105" data-attributes="member: 2201">memorable sceneAn LG cleric was magically framed for a crime - there was a war between two countries, the one he was from and the one just north of it.  The enemy country accused him of spying and wanted to try him and execute him.  His own country accused him of treason and collaborating with the enemy, they wanted to try him and execute him.  Knowing that his own land was ruled by a roguish sort and the country to the north was ruled by a theocracy of the same faith as his the cleric felt he had a better chance of seeing a trial before being executed in the land to the north so he scrammed across the border and surrendered to them.  The king called upon a known acquaintance of the cleric, a bard of great power (1e) to retrieve the cleric.The bard learned that the cleric was being held in a cell at the top of a tower.  He took his Figurine of the Obsidian Steed and rode etherially to the tower in the middle of the night.  The cleric was there, manacled and asleep.  The bard gazed down upon his former companion and realized that if he woke him the cleric would call for the guard.  He decided the least troublesome way to handle it would be to murder the cleric while he slept.  The bard drew his shortsword and slit the cleric's throat....It was at this point that I asked the player to roll a d20.  The player disputed this, arguing that neither of us liked having to roll to hit a sleeping person.  I told him to just roll.  he did, then triumphantly exclaimed, "There, a 20!  satisfied?"... and the cleric's head rolls off the bed and onto the floor.Since the player actually looked at his own hand at this point,.....  The bard gazed at the shortsword he held, the vorpal blade he held and then he sighed.  Thinking, 'Well, they need to resurrect him now anyway so no worries about unlocking the shackles.' and he chopped off the cleric's hands and feet and stuff the bloody mess into several cloth bags.He loaded it all on the horse, mounted up and entered the etherial plane again, riding for home.  Suddenly a large figure loomed in the mist, some manner of fiend staring at him.  The bard paused, waiting to see what the thing would do first and shocked when it raised a hand saluted him, then went away.  The hidden faced warrior with bloodied sacks on the back of black horse travelling the etherial was obviously on important business and not to be trifled with!Interested in Four Color To Fantasy (Revised)   <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    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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