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JustJeff88 posted:I would love to see a deity of Bad Puns and/or Striking Out with the Ladies. Being unparalleled at both of those things, I would be his/her (her would be funnier) high priest in about three minutes.
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Dareon posted:"I cast Zone of Friendship." Her Paladins cannot use Lay On Hands.
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Not even themselves? Man, that's rough.
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"Lo and she sayeth unto you, that's so cute, my boyfriend is the same way. And it was good."
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And, verily, as I moved the Sofa of Inflexible Heaviness, did she look upon me and say "I love you SO much! You're just like the brother I never had!"
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Dec 28, 2015 08:37
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Samizdata posted:And, verily, as I moved the Sofa of Inflexible Heaviness, did she look upon me and say "I love you SO much! You're just like the brother I never had!" I think you'll find that it's the Printer of Inflexible Heaviness that they revere as a sacred artifact
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gradenko_2000 posted:I think you'll find that it's the Printer of Inflexible Heaviness that they revere as a sacred artifact Sorry, after the Great Schism, I sided with the upstarts. 
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Dec 28, 2015 10:10
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Required Alignment: Any Nice.
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Bieeardo posted:Not even themselves? Man, that's rough. Nah man, they gotta keep themselves pure for Her. After all, She has told them how much She hates it when Her boyfriend does that.
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Dec 28, 2015 11:35
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The class is also perfectly set up to qualify you for the Waifu Defender PrC.
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Splicer posted:Don't you mean White Knight? That's an archetype.
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Preechr posted:Her Paladins cannot use Lay On Hands. Well, gently caress.
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Lay on Hands posted:Well, gently caress. Yeah, that's not happening either.
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the_steve posted:
They are PALADINS! Sworn to the service of mi'lady. Nothing can distract them from their furry pedo vore scat collections as they wait by the phone for Her Grace to touch them and call them forth from their fetid cells to aid Her once again. If they commit the sin of Onan, they might get tired and nap afterwards, stopping their ears from Her dulcet tones of need.
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Samizdata posted:They are PALADINS! Sworn to the service of mi'lady. Nothing can distract them from their furry pedo vore scat collections as they wait by the phone for Her Grace to touch them and call them forth from their fetid cells to aid Her once again. If they commit the sin of Onan, they might get tired and nap afterwards, stopping their ears from Her dulcet tones of need. Too much, that was too much, ya killed it.
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SpookBus posted:Too much, that was too much, ya killed it. Never let it be said I know when to stop... 
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SpookBus posted:Too much, that was too much, ya killed it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrNy7d-v_10
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My other group had an experience with being bad without being stupid evil. There was a larger battle so I rolled like 3 level 2 fighters and a level 3 "group leader" for each player. They divided all these up in 4 different groups ( each player having at least one character in every group). I used the Dungeon Crawl character table to give them backstories. The idea was for them to actually care about their guard allies biting the dust. Naming them was fun, as I imagine the town guard being much a fantasy equivalent to a fraternity so they had names like Turtle, Chad, Wolfman, Cayden ect ect. But, what happened was much better than what I imagined, they all really got into each character and molded them great. Turns out the vagrant gypsy Whitlock made claims when they took over the Inn on the outside of the town for their base of operations. He quickly named it "Whitlock's Place" and began running it. However, they pissed off a local "crazy man" by failing a skill challenge and he came back in the night with a hill giant. They battled and the husband and wife team of the group died. Whitlock, however hid the whole time not wanting to risk losing his new tavern. When he came out, Wolfman ( the players annointed him the overall leader of the guards ) open hand slapped Whitlock for being a coward. Natural 20. Rolls two 4s and has a +3 strength. In 5e, more than half damage in one hit means you can use the optional rule of the Massive damage chart, he rolls a 1. This means his HP is reduced to 0. He succeeds on his death saving throws and is knocked out for 4 days. He is thrown in a local pig pen and left. The group "liberates" the city and during the festival afterwards, encourages the local kids to pain up whitlock. The next days they are helping the head houses with their issues to gain their favor. One of the houses has had an issue with "a being" in their country estate and have not been able to stay there since the passing of their great uncle. Long story short, the nobles had poisoned their great uncle and his ghost remains until someone just inheirits his estate, which the players hinted to be his grand neice. This means they have to get rid of the two patriarchs. Before they did this, they had to ecounter a few traps, one included that the slain was a great composer and now hated music because of his inability to play anymore. They found this out from a wight they befriended that sought refuge in the basement. They spared him so he offered them that information. So, the bard goes up stairs and says "gently caress it" and starts jamming on his lute. This caused the ghost to freak out and after a few rolls the bard was 20 years older. After alot of trial and error they found out they cant walk through the upstairs in a rymthnic pattern. They had to roll "performance" for each move action or they took damage. After speaking to the ghost, they agreed to get rid of his murderers for him. But, when they went in to convince the patriarchs that they are good, they failed at lying and they grow suspicious. They elect to call a cleaning crew to go instead in the morning. But, during this whole time the warlock of the group ( who has "disguise self" at will ) who has been a different person each time, comes up with a plan. As the cleric takes off to make sure the ghost is on the up and up, the rest go back either sneaking or invis. Except the warlock, who is disguised as Whitlock. Whitlock was rolled in some bushes and bound/gagged for good measure before hand. Whitlock comes and successfully convinces the patriarchs that he is apart of the cleaning crew and had questions that needed to be answered at the house before they can start. While the rest of the group follows in the shadows, the warlock makes sure that everyone sees him with the two men. He leads him upstairs and they eventually force them to swallow a symbolic etheral representation of how they killed their uncle, poisoned grapes/leaves. Doing this, their bodies were sucked dry of all moisture and left withered in the house. They go back in town, unbind/clean up the real whitlock. Cast a ranged heal and then go to bed. In the morning the real cleaning crew finds the dead men and it soon comes to poor ol' Whitlock being accused of murder/necromancy. The great part is the cleric was never told of this plan and the next session will be him defending Whitlock in court in the defense of posession. I dont usually post the "good" stories I have but thought this one was a perfect example of a group being evil without being stupid about it.
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Hi folks! Finally getting to play the 13th Age game again tonight after December was pure hell for any gametime. So, look forward to more stories - this time including primal elements being twisted and corrupted by the spreading ash from the gaping void in the sky! And the new Chaos Mage, who does not exist!
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Smash it Smash hit posted:The idea was for them to actually care about their guard allies biting the dust. Love this. Nothing more fun that giving randoms some cool names and turning them loose. In my experience, once an NPC gets a distinctive name, the players will do everything possible to keep that NPC alive. One of the more memorable examples of this was when we were running "The Temple of Elemental Evil" well on twenty five years ago now (!!). We had all rolled up fresh new level 1 boobs, and were venturing outside of the village of Hommlet to the first encounter which was a ruined moathouse, I think. At any rate we ran into some brigands and after murderhoboing all over them, we ended up capturing one of them to pump for information. At some point after many a conversation with him, he received a name by the DM who was tired of calling him "the brigand" and as soon as he got a name, he became a person who suddenly the paladin of the group decided should be rehabilitated. We had lots of inter-party roleplaying because of that NPC and we still talk about Dergoth Krisha with fondness, even after he tried to assassinate a bunch of our party and I put my flail into his head.
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Agrikk posted:We had lots of inter-party roleplaying because of that NPC and we still talk about Dergoth Krisha with fondness, even after he tried to assassinate a bunch of our party and I put my flail into his head. Yeah as you can see with my other posts, I am not as used to this much organic fun from the players. This is my first time DMing ever, kinda made this group of newbies because the other group just wouldnt let me DM. I am learning quick that the best way is to read the group and make the story/progress go along with what they think should happen next. Cant wait to kill a few more of their pals though. Also the Cleric, while the group was doing the plan, smoozed a bit more with the wight that was waiting for the sun to go down. Excited about letting that decision bite them on the butt.
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I don't know what's wrong with my players but the only NPCs they ever care about are gnomes with names like "Fizzy" or "Bumpleglix". I gave up creating NPCs with any substance unless they're gnomes. I had to create an entire loving gnome village adjacent to the capital city because my players kept asking questions about it. I think they just like loving with me.
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Apparently, if you introduce the players to NPCs that are interested in corpses as a food source, the players are always always going to try and give them more corpses. Even long after the NPCs have run out of gold to barter for the corpses with. And even long after the corpses have actually died and decomposed.
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Smash it Smash hit posted:I am learning quick that the best way is to read the group and make the story/progress go along with what they think should happen next. Actually, the best way to do that is by, you know, asking them. There is absolutely nothing stopping you from checking in with your players after a session. "How'd that go?" "What worked or didn't?" "What are you interested in doing next?" These are all good questions to ask. I'm not saying you should DO everything the players say, but you should certainly take their temperature from time to time.
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Someone showed me this, and I thought it belonged here:
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We got back into our post-Order 66 Force & Destiny campaign last night after a break over Christmas and ran into an Inquisitor while exploring an abandoned Jedi Temple. In one round he got bitch-slapped by the Shadow hiding an anaesthetic needle in her hand, cut up a bunch and had his lightsaber stolen by an unbelievably lucky roll on Force Pull before be dropped a stun grenade and ran like a chump. We're all playing teenagers.
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More Masks. Botched rolls are the best rolls. In our first session, the Outsider (Citizen 1) got a mission, which turned out to be a media assignment. In the second adventure, what she thought was a socialist weekly turned out to be "Haly", the city's #1 teen magazine. During the interview, she tried to play it cool and focus on the plight of the worker, the success of collectivism, and her team's good works. Unfortunately, she failed to reject the interviewer's influence, so she ended up dishing about the Bull's attraction to a certain heroine named Gadget Girl. This attempted romantic sabotage went completely sideways when the staff photographer asked the Teen Soviet for some foldout poster pictures. While her male teammates liked the photos, her handler demanded biweekly, in-person chats about how her mission was going. On the plus side, she looked drat good.
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Captain_Person posted:We got back into our post-Order 66 Force & Destiny campaign last night after a break over Christmas and ran into an Inquisitor while exploring an abandoned Jedi Temple. So pretty much TFA?
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Golden Bee posted:More Masks. How's the system?
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Jintor posted:How's the system? It's real good. Turns out defining other people's stats by manipulating them emotionally is the killer app for teen gaming.
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My brother, his partner, my fiancee and I have been playing D&D for a while but we live a province apart and it hasn't really been working for like the last year. Long distance D&D is hard, but that's not really the problem, it's more that we've all been busy professionally. Now that things are bit calmer for us all, we weren't even sure if our game buddies would still even have an urge to play anymore - they're not as traditional gamey as we are. We thought we wouldn't bring it up really since we were visiting for Christmas and didn't want to bug anyone, we'd just see if things happened or not (though we secretly really, truley, REALLY wanted to get the old game back together) Maybe we're just all too... old for this now. They didn't seem super interested. On Christmas day we unwrapped our gifts. From My brother and his lady, to us: Custom, handmade boxes for all of our roleplaying stuff.  "Speak friend and enter" in dwarvish. Made to look like an old mining box. The words, anvil and hammer are all done in a weird resin that glows brightly in the dark."  For my lady whose first character was a sailor. "Not all who wander are lost" in elvish. Also glows and done in a dyed version of the same resin.  They open to reveal a whiteboard, places to hold pencils, cards, dice and everything you might need. Even the hardware is thoughtful and thematic for each box.  I maybe wept a bit. Gaming is back. I can play with my little brother again 
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Harvey Mantaco posted:From My brother and his lady, to us:
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I am envious of all those neat grooves for all the dice and other things.
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Those are gorgeous. Storytime! Last night was Scion. It's been awhile since we've played, and we converted to a modified Fate system, so last week was getting our characters converted. The story so far was: We found the Black Feather Shroud, and learned of its ability to steal Divinity. Tasked by Odin to figure out how the gently caress to make that happen, we infiltrate a Hell dimension run by one of the relatives of Constantine, one of our PCs. We barely escape, and manage to extract the soul of the one person who knows how to use the Shroud. We eventually manage to get him to stop telling us to gently caress Off long enough to actually tell us how. It involved putting his soul in a homunculus body and then getting him very drunk. Unfortunately, Loki has been one step ahead of us the entire time, managed to eavesdrop on the explanation by disguising himself as one of our PCs, and then left to go try to figure out where Odin has the Shroud stored. And that was where we left off. Characters from last night: Stig - Me. Scion of Odin. Usually talks like SuperKamiGuru because somehow it hasn't gotten old to the DM, who hands out XP and fate points like candy for being entertaining. Constantine - Scion of Sam DeLaLune, who has a long complicated backstory that basically boils down to "Sam was a God from the previous iteration of the universe: i.e. the Exalted game they played well before I joined up." Realizing it was Loki, Stig goes chasing after him, attempting to use magic and The Sight in order to catch up to him. This did not work. Between the sensory overload of using The Sight in goddamned Asgard, and Loki being much better at magic, Stig ended up taking some negative mental aspects and threw up all over the floor/a nearby Einherjear (sp?) Constantine was largely confused, as he wasn't in on the session where we got the ghost drunk. With no leads, no realistic way of dealing with Loki at the moment, and waiting on Odin for a new plan, Stig decides to try to learn some more about his sword, since he knows there's more to it than just being a big drat sword (He stole it from Pyramid Head in a different hell dimension shortly after joining the group) He receives a fairly cliched flashback of a knight being tempted and ultimately corrupted with promises of being able to protect "them", which he agrees to. The vision ends, and Stig realizes he's gripping the blade, which has drawn blood, filling some of the illegible lettering that runs down the blade. With nothing else to do, he and Connie go pay a visit to Waylon the Smith, resident blacksmith to Asgard. Waylon explains that the sword was forged several universes ago. The Norse gods, in an effort to subvert fate and avoid dying in Ragnarok, do R&D in creating weapons capable of defying Fate. Their greatest success was the DeLaLune clan. Of course, they succeeded too well, though we weren't given details. As a show of good faith between the DeLaLunes and the other gods that they would all stand together against Fate and the Titans, 7 swords were forged, known as the Oathblades. Each one was supposed to represent a different virtue, and was given to a warrior who most embodied their given virtue. This, of course, did not last long. It isn't clear which sword mine was, but, the oath was broken along with the blade, and it was reforged by the Titans, and used by their agents until I managed to steal it. It's then discovered that the blade had been able to drink some of Stig's blood. Concerned, Stig and Constantine are placed in quarantine in order to make sure neither of them have been infected by the Titans, as that could be very bad. We're basically stuck in a bacta tank. While in the tank, Odin comes in, and when Waylon leaves, becomes Loki, who proceeds to thank us for making his job so very easy for him. He inflicts enough mental stress on Connie that he has to bow out of the scene, but not before Connie is able to destroy our tanks in an explosion of will. Loki turns back into Odin. Now, unbeknownst to me or Stig, That really WAS Odin. Loki was using some sort of thaumaturgical spell to cast an illusion on Connie and myself, so while Odin was standing there talking and wondering why Connie was gibbering like a crazy person, all we could see was Loki trashtalking us and mentally scarring Constantine. Stig, at this point, is pissed. Loki has been one step ahead of them the entire time. No matter how many precautions and steps Stig has taken, Loki has waltzed right through every and any plan. Convinced that this is Loki in disguise, while Odin and Waylon are convinced that Stig and Connie ARE infected and need to be further quarantined until they can get cleaned out and refuse to listen to Stig's swearing up and down that it's Loki in front of them, Stig decides to do the one thing he does best: Piss people off. The theory: Stig uses the Infuriate skill to piss off "Loki" so badly that he drops the disguise and attacks, therefore validating my claims that it was him in an Odin illusion. What happens: I put EVERYTHING into this. I tag every aspect I possibly can. I burn a point off my Ichor track, which adds +10 to the roll as it gets infused with my divine energy. I pump 47 Fate points into the total of the roll. When all is said and done, I make an Infuriate check at something like +64 to call him a horse fucker. And then poo poo gets weird. Since I put so much power into it, including divine essence, and I rolled so very high, the ST decides that All of Creation across this one and 63 other parallel realities are getting a slight edit made. Being a known horse fucker is now indelibly etched into the core of Loki's very identity. As Thor is known for his hammer, as Odin is known for his lust for knowledge, Loki is known as a horse fucker. One of his Aspects is changed. His Scions all gain the Aspect "Descended from a Horse Fucker." The ST assured us out of character that "Loki is curled up in the fetal position right now, and will be for a couple of days, so hey, you managed to delay his efforts to locate and steal the Shroud. Also, he and all of his Scions know what you did, and they are not happy, to say the least." the_steve fucked around with this message at 01:30 on Jan 17, 2016 |
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Playtested Hollyworld, my new Tinseltown RPG. We started with an Animal Trainer, a bitter Stunt Coordinator, and a weasely Manager. We ended up with a movie that was "Air Bud, for Tigers". Over the course of the game, the Manager made promises to everybody. He ended up promising the star of the film, Dario, a date with Genevieve , the PA & assistant animal trainer. Dario (who bragged he 'did his own stunts') tried to get in the Stunt Coordinator's face. When Dario took a swing at him, the coordinator grabbed his fist and busted his knuckles. Dario wisely hired a stunt double. Matty (who wasn't even working on the movie) had lunch with Dario. Dario asked for a favor; set him up with Genevieve. Genevieve, for her part, was obsessed with Cats. She had just asked out the animal trainer when Matty caught her attention. She agreed to do Matty a favor if she would look at her reel (which was a go-nowhere pilot Genevieve had worked on; she taught 26 cats 'the alphabet dance'.) So, the night of the big production, the Animal Trainer missed the elephant's cue because he was watching Dario and Genieve go into the latter's trailer. The Stunt Coordinator yells at him and demands his manager go and talk some sense into him. "I don't know how that happened." The manager said. *Who, in another subplot, turned out to the sister of the Matty's assistant.
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Okay, so here's some literal cat-piss. This is Pathfinder, and we're playing the Wrath of the Righteous adventure path, so there's some spoilers in here for that. I was GMing, and the group is mostly goons from here, so I'm just going to use their forums names: GlitchThief was playing Ommarra, the obligatory human paladin for a demon-slaying campaign. Ommarra had a holy sword named Radiance, smashed the poo poo out of demons with holy smites, and her goddess came by at the end of last adventure and personally gave the party some absurd blessings, so she was happy. WinsonPaine was playing Albrecht Peck the ratfolk alchemist. Albrecht likes alchemical discoveries and explosions, so he is very happy to blow poo poo up with bombs. When bombs don't work, he uses holy water to great effect. Kylra was Sara, an effective summoner who either summoned a lot of celestial eagles to peck demons to death, or stabbed at them with her polearm. Her eidolon Ezek was the very sassy traps and locks guy, and could also dish it out in a standup fight. Gao was Miniri, a catfolk magus who turned into an angel and smashed poo poo to pieces. She was one of those characters where I as a GM just went wow that was a lot of numbers and oh god what happened ow my everything is dead. Pretty fun, really, and I struck her down a couple times. (I think she actually died to a goat demon with a polearm, similar to how Peck I died to an inquisitor with a polearm.) Gao's girlfriend was playing Natania, a catfolk bard. Natania started every fight off by yowling like she was in heat or terrible pain (actually a bardic performance), and then scrambled around trying not to get murdered while stabbing things. She was very good at clutch enchantments, too - she'd saved the party by getting hideous laughter off on a half-fiend minotaur. So the PCs met Queen Galfrey, ruler of their crusader country. Galfrey commended them for stopping the world from blowing up last session, then gave them a new assignment: to take a crack force of crusaders north to reclaim the demon-occupied city of Drezen. They accepted, and Sara was appointed as commander by virtue of having the relevant statistics and also being the only one who read the mass combat rules. The PCs ask what would happen if they hadn't been able to command the army, and it turns out they could have asked their crusader friends from last adventure to come along and do it for them. "Wait, we can bring them?" Natania asks, and a sudden scramble occurs to "collect all the lesbians" (seriously, the most prominent pair of NPCs last adventure were a half-orc paladin and her trans rogue wife.) They also picked up a crotchety old elf wizard from last session who yelled all the time, after getting the Queen to fix his eyes. The Queen gave them her own assistants as well: Nurah, a halfling who was very familiar with Drezen, Aron, a scout, and Sosiel, Aron's boyfriend and cleric. They start marching north and see a tiefling army camped in the ruins of a village they were going to check in on. They decide not to fight the army since their mission is one of opportunity and stealth, and head on. At the only canyon leading to Drezen is a larger army of tieflings and dretches, and they have to fight this one. They do, and Sara acquits herself well as a commander, smashing the tieflings easily and routing the dretches. The dretches' incubi leader escapes, cursing in Abyssal as he goes. Afterwards, everyone spreads out - to see if there's anything good on the corpses of the other army, to scout the area nearby, and so on. When they get back, Ommarra picks up on something very very evil in the camp using her detect evil sense- in Aron's bags, to be specific. When asked, Aron acts very shady - "no, no, I don't have anything to hide but you can't look through my bags. No, I am fine and nothing is wrong." But detect evil is never wrong, and eventually Ommarra and Ezek hold Aron back while Albrecht looks through his bag. The evil is easy to find: four bottles of this noxious black liquid, that billows smoke whenever opened to the air. Albrecht is very interested in this stuff, as you might expect. Aron goes ghost white when he sees it, and shouts: "No! That's not mine! I swear, I don't know whose that is but it's not mine!" But Aron can't keep his eyes off it, and is actually licking his lips looking at it, so everyone is super loving suspicious of him. Albrecht has an ability where he can take a sip of any liquid and identify it, so he gives the bottle a swig to see what's up. I immediately call for a Fortitude save of course, which Albrecht nails. "It's a drug, Winson. It is the most painful, deadening drug ever - you feel crushed and broken like you never have before, and all that lies in that bottle is sorrow. And wow, you already want another dose." Albrecht tells the party, and keeps experimenting. The party immediately turns on Aron. Now it all makes sense - he's an addict looking for his fix. After some more pushing, Aron admits he's addicted - but he swears to hell and back that he wasn't carrying, and seriously someone put those drugs in his bag. While he was out scouting! Sosiel shows up and immediately freaks out at the party roughing up his boyfriend. His face falls when he sees the drugs. "Oh, no Aron, have you been using again?" He's a good boyfriend, so he holds Aron tight while Aron breaks down in tears. But Aron insists he wasn't using, and that the drugs aren't his, and Sosiel believes him. Sosiel, as a cleric on the front lines where this stuff gets trafficked, knows about the drug. It's called shadowblood, and it's much as Albrecht expected - it's very deadening, and it is very addictive. Eats people up in weeks. Worse yet, it's actually distilled by demons from the blood of shadow demons and trafficked out of the demon-infested Worldwound the party is heading into right now. Because of its origin, people who take shadowblood are easier to possess (say, by other shadow demons), and since they're heading into the Worldwound, this is a very big issue. Sosiel insists the drugs aren't Aron's, and tells the party he'll make sure Aron gets clean. Which Sosiel can do guaranteed, because Pathfinder. You see, in Pathfinder drugs have rules like anything else, of course. Taking a dose works like a poison, and getting addicted uses the disease rules. So Sosiel can use remove disease to just fix Aron like that, pretty simple. But the problem is, if these aren't Aron's drugs, then whose are they? This is a camp of a hundred or so soldiers - wait, what if they've been taking the drug too. Any of them could be possessed, but how would you know? Worse yet, they might have been feeding this stuff to the party and getting them secretly addicted. This is a big, big problem. Natania pops up. "It's simple. We just drug test everyone." This makes sense - drugs are poison, so detect poison and other such spells work. But no one has them prepared, and they're on a strict timeline. They can't wait for someone to prepare the spell and then test everyone - wait. Wait. Everyone turns and looks at WinsonPaine. And he goes "What?...oh no." "You can identify things by tasting them, right?" "Yes." "And that includes poisons, right?" "Yes..." And that is the story of how for 10 seconds or so, your ex-moderator seriously debated drinking the piss in an RPG. (Catpiss actually, since they would have had to test Natania and Miniri too.) I shut it down by giving them a freebie and telling them no one else was addicted. If they were, Ommarra could just find the drugs again. Then the incubus commander from earlier leapt into the camp and started attacking everybody, definitely putting a stop to that. But if that's not an example story of the weird poo poo adventurers can get up to, I don't know what is.
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