Hello all. I’m a Cleric 5/Spellfire Channler 1/Faithblade Scion 9 with the Smoking Eye Template going into the second to last adventure. Don’t worry, I already know about Adimarchus…I figured it out with my whopping Int 13. I finally convinced N’wah, my fiancé and DM, to let me get on the boards if I promised to not look at threads about the last two adventures. So to buy time until I can read everything, I’m telling the stories from our group that our DM is too afraid (or embarrassed) to tell.
That starts with our group name: the Frostbox. When we were finishing up the Lucky Monkey, we found the box from the mold that Shensen used to lock herself in. Our paladin (Int 7) held it dear and carried it everywhere. When Skie asked for our group’s name, it was between that and stealing the Stormblade’s name to drive them into a jealous rage so our paladin (Int 7) could slaughter them. Sidenote: The player was still adjusting from a schizophrenic career as chaotic neutral…old habits die hard. Our DM had visions of grandeur for our name, and compared to names like the Fiendslayers, we became his dirty little secret.
Our character designs didn’t help. I was the normal one, and the only thing I wanted relating to race was to have absolutely no facial features. Half-doppelganger was the closest we could find, but I relished the fact that I could scare commoners with my lack of face. I named myself Uujvala (Hindi for bright light) and decided that I had been raised by fanatical Tyrran monks.
Then there was Blam, a flying kobold bard with a crossbow and a strength of 6. He liked to shoot at the monkeys who threw poop at him and bait chokers when he had 5 hp.
Finally, Bruegar el Bagles (think in espanol), our half-minotaur/half-dwarf paladin with str 21, con 23, int 7, and named after a bagel shop. He smashed the masks in Jzadirune because they were laughing at him and therefore had to be evil. His horns and great axe were our lock picking tools.
Something truly shameful to every tenant held by the hardcore D&D happened in every adventure, and I’ll start with the Lucky Monkey next time. Poorly executed spying, monkey poop, and death by wall are just a few of the things that can only be told by a silly PC who relishes life in front of the screen.
How do a minotaur and a dwarf...
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Sounds good.