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I assume everybody has a non-standard set of players which insist in confronting every encounter/event/situation with preposterous solutions and expect us DMs to react instantly and unfazed. Which we do.
I'd like to create a thread dedicated to expose that kind of funny situations and share ideas or solutions to them.
Here, I state the latest I had:
tl;dr: My players recruited the Mad Hermit (Bokken's brother) as a member of the city watch.
I'm looking for a (free!) urban module that involves a serial killer, built for a competent 8th lvl party (figther, arcane trickster, bard and summoner).
Following Necro_y2k's advice, my players met the Mad Hermit on top of a tree being fake-attacked by Cat. Cat failed a Will save, fell asleep, and the old man (What's his name? Erhm... his name is ... ¿Nekkob? Nekkob!) saw his puma waking up, attacking a serpentine eilodon with claws and getting promptly killed.
Then, the players tied Nekkob, forced out of him the location of the Lizardfolks, and carried him to the riverside to witness the Lizardslaugther (Manslaugther applied to intelligent reptilians) that ensued after a half-hearted diplomacy attempt (aided by Invisibility, Disguise Self, Ventriloquism and NOT Diplomacy).
After such activity, they decided that Nekkob was a good enough guy, so they thrusted him into the Watch of Stagfall, the capital of the Prozor Kingdom, despite his sincere protests.
Now they abandoned the city and Nekkob has a very suitable position to silence the voices that living in a city arises.
I'm trying to carry the evolution of events as logically as possible, but I don't want to punish the players for making an uninformed choice. They just thought that the Hermit's mumbling and strange behavior was due to his reclusiveness (and now makes sense as just a NPC signature, as many others, such as Svetlana's blushings, Oleg's rude jokes or Jhod raspy voice).
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I don't know of any freebies in your range, but that's utterly hilarious. If I wasn't just about to take off for work I'd throw an event or two together myself for this.
Unexpected twists my own party has thrown at me:
> Allying with a Worg they met in a random encounter. Said Worg is now their Marshall, gave them pointers on dealing with Howl (upgraded to Winter Wolf in my game), and has generally been the voice of Lawful Evil practicality and pragmatism in the council. The players carved off a two-hex block between the spider den and the Old Sycamore as a reservation for him and his pack.
> Making bizarre and often dangerous deals with the Fey. My game is more traditional with regards to Fey, dropping Golarion's Eldest and using the more well-known Summer, Winter, and Wyld courts. Most of the dealings have been with Queen Mab of Winter or Robyn Goodfellow, Puck of Summer, but our Ruler has made a couple of pretty memorable arrangements with Summer Consort Oberon, including trading the potential children of her prior life (everyone in the party has been reincarnated since the start of the game) for Summer support against an invading army.
> Making a major ally out of the ex-Dancing Lady. In my game, the DL was in eons long past once human, cursed into her Baobhan Sidhe existence by Cordelia, princess of Summer. After her death, Rigg Gargadilly threw her body into one of her magical-botanical projects, an incomplete Alraune, hoping to bring her back to life; however, it revived her in her original personality, rather than the sadistic Dancing Lady's. Rigg ran away to plot his vengeance by joining Hargulka, while the confused and lost Alraune, Belle, ended up found by Perlivash and friends, who told the party where to find her. They left her in Tatzylford, where eventually the town accepted her as a reputable bard, one of the founders of the local Academy and Bardic College, and one of the few people in town who could strong-arm Auchs when he got out of control.
> Burning down the Tannery in Varnhold after discovering the skins of the Nomen. The party was pissed about that. They later blamed Horagnamon blowing up for starting the fire. (Which is technically correct. They didn't mention the Magister added more fire.)
I could go on but as said I need to head to work =)
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While meeting Bokken, they were asked for the Fangberries (bear in mind we are a Spanish speaking group; but we dive into English seamlessly when needed).
Calé the Bard was strangely excited about this. Since he was the only Good aligned character of the party (CG), I understood it as his overwhelming desire to help.
Fast forward to the day they found the Fangberries; they whole party was enthusiastic about it (and I didn't understand why, and they were rushing to them, so no Perception checks).
Before entering the thicket, they set a friendly contest between them to see who got more fangeberries (taking into account the DC to harvest, actions involved and such).
Then Calé took of his shirt and dived (his words) into the thicket, folowed by the rest of the party who raced towards the center (where they suspected there were easier to get). Not understanding what was happening, I explained to a very confused Varisian Bard about the thorns, the move actions, the damage.
They happened to understand "Fangberries" as "Funberries". "Funberries are fuuuuun!"
Amidst desperates cries of pain, they found out about the chew spiders and its swarm inmunity to arms.
When they finally escaped, they set a tree trunk on fire, razed the bushes and finished off the remaining survivors (vegetable or animal) with the Alchemist's bombs.
The place is still a charred valley, Bokken never got his berries and I double check possible almost-homophones before telling anything to the party.
Wooooooooooooooooow.
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Our party just got in a fight with the Spirit Naga on Blood for Blood, after she failed to charm our group. The first turn we saw it was going to be a tough one, due to the Naga's high AC (we only could hit her with +15 on the die) and spell repertoire....untill the party Druid decides to cast a baleful polymorph spell on her. The Naga fails it Fortitude and Will saves (DC 23) and shrinks into this:
http://roselinebunnies.com/sitebuilder/images/topaz12112-274x269.jpg
PD: Our DM was so confused for the combat outcome that he decided to end the session, amidst laughs and plans for our new fluffy party member.