Journal Short Circuit's Journal: *That* was memorable roleplaying
So I'm part of a regular Saturday D&D group. One of our players' two-year-old sister had gone through his room in the last week, and his character sheet is nowhere to be found. So he rolled up a changeling ranger as a replacement character.
Now, this guy is normally awful at roleplaying. He constantly metagames, yet manages not to think things through.
Our remaining party (It's assumed that his prior character ran off after last session's major battle), discovers him by way of witnessing his aggressive action against a bunch of pixies. (He saw something fluttering in the air and shot it with his bow. That character has insane bonuses for a level 6 character, regularly getting check results in the low to mid 30s.) The pixies saw us, and pleaded with us to kill the man who was attacking them.
My character casts Bull's Strength on the party tank (Who normally has 22 str; This bumped him up to 26. If he'd gone into rage, he would have gone up to 30...and that's happened before.), who runs over and lays one good solid hit into him after he'd been hit a couple times by the pixie's arrows. The ranger (Who's only wearing traveler's clothing...A fact that was established after the rest of the circumstances...) shouts "They attacked me first", and rolls a 29 on his bluff check.
The party bard and myself, who both understand Common, fail our sense motive checks miserably. The tank, however, only knows orc, and gets ready to deal another blow. My character (Who, after a series of previous events, sat down and learned a few choice words in Orc.) shouts "Hold!" in Orc, which the tank interpreted literally. The tank put the ranger into a very, very good grapple.
So now the ranger's in trouble. He tries shifting into a couple different appearances, to try to gain sympathy. (Hell, all he'd have had to do was ask for another bluff check...) At one point, he shifted to the appearance of an Orc. Our tank, insulted, and aware that the thing in his arms was trying to be sly, tried to knock him out. One problem: He forgot he was wearing gauntlets (failed his wisdom check), critted, and dealt 19 lethal damage points to the back of the ranger's head, putting him at -6 HP. (Which nobody realized until the player asked how to make a stabilization check.)
My character had no sympathy for the ranger, and was going to let him die. The other cleric in the party stabilized him. I argued that the closest thing to law in this area was the pixies, so we should leave him, and let the pixies do what they wanted with him. (The DM figured he had a 50% chance that the pixies would come back. Lucky bastard escaped by a roll of the dice.)
So, some time later, our party is approaching city gates. We look behind us, and see an injured woman limping along with gashes and such, dressed in the clerical vestments of Heironeous. The other cleric and I hurry back to help her. She claims to have been attacked in the woods. (Not a surprising statement; We'd had a random encounter with an owlbear.) In reality, she was that ranger we encountered earlier, who'd changed clothes and appearances.
The players all knew this, but the characters didn't. And had no real reason to suspect. So we had to wander around town all day pretending that we didn't know she'd be snatching at our purse strings.
Everyone was extremely impressed that the player who normally couldn't roleplay for crap managed to grease his way back into the fold.
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