Cat > Halfling...?
We are entering a new town. Jhanniss, as a Drow, would most likely draw unwanted attention. Therefore...
B: Jhanniss should put her hood up.
J: I'll just turn into a cat again, it's fine.
B: You'll be sitting on Nordy's head.
J: He's too small; I'll squish him!
B: He's a superstrong halfling, he'll be fine!
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Jhanniss Has Opinions.
GM: You see a boy in plain vestments cleaning the church.
J: Your church has slaves?
B: *obviously flustered* He's--He's an, um...a page...an acolyte, I don't know what you'd call them.
J: Oh, a slave to your faith then. Okay.
GM: ...Are you picking a fight again!?
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CSI: Wilderness
The party had been investigating a series of animal attacks. They were searching for attack sites to get information.
GM: You come upon the site of an attack.
N: I guess it's time for me to go all CSI: Wilderness up here...
J: I'd like to help you investigate, as I'm a tree-hugging hippie and may have useful knowledge.
Jhanniss then rolled a 9.
J: Well, fuck.
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Detecting Evil has its Perks...
J: When are you going to learn that you don't need to Detect Evil every ten feet? There's nothing here!!
GM: It's not a bad idea--
J: What, like zombie hands are just gonna pop up and, "Well shit!"
B: Exactly!
Later....
GM: Sixty feet away from Bo, zombie hands surround you.
J: OH, COME ON!!!!!!
(it was a joke)
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We Interrupt This Gaming Session...
During the game, Jhanniss' player noticed her door creaking open. She turned, expecting to see her niece out of bed after hours. Instead, there was her sister, gnawing on her door. After a rather awkward pause....
Sister: This has been a test of the Zombie Apocalypse Alert System.
And with that, she left.
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Paging Mr LaForge...
The party is assisted in its search by a hunter...
GM: The hunter's name, by the way, is Geordi.
J: Is his last name LaForge?
GM: No, and no, he's not blind.
J: Aww.
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Sparkly Doggos?
J: Maybe we're dealing with a vampire that only eats animals?
N: So....the sparkly kind?
J: NO.
B: Maybe it's a dog vampire?
J: A...a dogpire?
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DAMMIT, MOON MOON
Nordy asks Geordi a few questions about the incidents...
N: What's the moon been doing during the attacks...?
*silence falls*
J: Wh--IT'S BEEN A MOON. AS LONG AS IT'S NOT BEING MOON MOON, WE SHOULD BE FINE.
G: The...the moon's been the moon...?
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This Post was Almost an In Memoriam
Nordy and Geordi had gone off to hunt the monster--essentially splitting the party. They came across what appeared to be a Lycanthrope of some kind. It was not going well.
GM: Nordy, you have 1 HP.
N: ...oh.
As Bo's player laughs out of character, Jhaniss's player blurts out:
K: Dude, you're SO toast.
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Tender, Loving Care...
Nordy managed to escape the battle, abandoning Geordi to the claws of the Lycanthrope, and collapsed in the shack which they had borrowed. Jhanniss, with her Darkvision, can see that the poor thing is in bad shape.
J: I take out his bedroll and gently put the tiny, bloodied halfling in it...You okay, li'l buddy?
B: Poke him with your stick.
J: *proceeds to poke him with her quarterstaff* Well....he's breathing...
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Sorry about the lack of posting the past week or so; the notes I took for the last game were lost, and I was hit with a nasty, nasty cold. Tune in next week for more bizarre misadventures!
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