Funny Stuff

[Asuri]

Ok even in an AP as dark as AoW there is the occasional moment of comedy. I'd like to know what you've all had for them. To get everyone in the mood I'll start.
The party is in the wind dukes tome and has just opened the door and seen the blue spear under the iron spike with the wizard inside it. So party asks it's 'scout' (catfolk ninja) to check for traps furball there looks in the door (never even steps in the room) turns to the (lizardfolk) fighter and says 'yah looks ok to me' (bluff check cat wins massively) fighter goes 'ok' steps into the room and promptly gets zapped with the lightning. Turns around (still sparking from the lightning), opens the visor on his fullplate, pulls off his gauntlet, licks his finger, and, in the words of my player "BZZZZZIIIITTTT! POOF!" touches the catfolk right on the nose. It took the cat over an hour of licking to get her fur smooth again. We all laughed for a good two minuets.

[Tavis MacRaith]

We had a bit of an amusing turn of events happen durring "Whispering Cairn". The characters were just in the process of meeting eachother, and I threw in a medical emergency while they were at the Feral Dog. The bartender ended up getting wounded durring one of the dog fights, and one of the players was needed to fill in at the bar. The only one who even offered was our Warforged Paladin of the Silver Flame. We all tought it was great that a Warforged Paladin of the Silver Flame was tending bar at the seediest bar in town!

Customer: "Can I get a pint of ale?"
Paladin: "Are you sure you want one of those foul beverages?"
Customer "Oh... well, what is good here?"
Paladin: "the same that's good everywhere, water and milk. The other drinks sold here are foul, evil and will damn your very soul."
Customer: "What the...? What kind of bartender are you?"
Paladin: "The religious kind. Tell me, what do you know of the glouriouse silver flame...?"

[Delfedd]

Ok.

Now the PC cleric is a worshiper of vecna. She's new, so she doesn't know he's evil, just like the rest of the world. She tried to convert the elvish duskblade (who they still don't know is a mage), and failed. The following conversation happens.

Duskblade: I have to go to the bathroom. *leaves*
Me: Ok. *Grins* Ok. You two wake up, and hear tyes say he has to go to the bathroom then wander off.
Cleric: So... you're a blasphemer. Why not convert to vecna.
Rogue: Uh... no.
Cleric: I'll have sex with you if you do
Rogue: Sure!
Me: Uh... Make a bluff check.
(Rogue rolls 9. I'm thinking, "Whew. Awkward situation averted." Then she rolls a 3 on her sense motive.) *Rolls eyes*

Those darn gullable clerics.

Of course, I realized after that the ground was littered with the beetle swarm.