To steal Stacy's format...
Coincidence Funny: The time I was NPCing in Ashbury and they told most the NPC's just to pick a random townsperson and profession in order to watch the tournament. There was not much going on for NPC's, so we just hung out talking to PC's and each other. I bumped into Mike Hynes, and said, "Hi, my name's Leon!" He looks totally baffled and flustered, and finally sputtered out some name I don't remember. He later explained to me out-of-game that he had named his NPC Leon, and was trying rapidly to think of another name.
What the heck do we do now? Funny: We were NPCing Caldaria's first event, and as part of a mod, we were way back on the campgrounds in a small ambush group as Goblins, waiting to be statted. Along comes Ray Naygle (sorry about the spelling) and a killer adventuring group, tearing through the mod like wet paper. So we looked at each other and held a quick conference ("Are we here? Are we not here? Should we put our weapons on our heads? We're base goblins, right: eight body swinging twos?) But by then it was too late, and the flurry of blows rained down. We just winged it and assumed we were all dead... Who got ambushed?
Doh!-nut Moment Funny: The last event I played with Gary, in reviewing my stats, I found I had been swinging the wrong amount of damage for two days... well, if you've gotta laugh or cry, you might as well laugh.
Wrecked the Ambiance, Funny: The plane of desire mod. Justine, intending to be seductive, was feeding chocolate syrup to Carly, by dipping her finger in it. Reaching just behind her shoulder to slide the chocolate finger into Carly's mouth, she missed, and shoved it directly up Carly's nose.
And: I was playing a Caladonian NPC, and ran into Sir Douglas. We began to reminisce about a great battle with the Tusnians, and he invited me in to share some good, aged, Caladonian Scotch. Unfortunately, it was aged in- and out-of-game. I don't know how long the tavernfolk had (as requested) saved Douglas's bottle, of whatever kind of fruit juice it had been, but the aging process did it no service. And further, we had poured it into opaque glasses, so as not to immediately notice the fuzzy lumps, and foul, smoky liquid, until the first draught that we drank to Caladon. The expressions on both our faces and the assault on our taste buds, brought us immediately out-of-game, spewing.
In-game Serious, but Out-of-game Funny: Neveklos had a bunch of us trapped in the tavern, with the intention of blowing a ritual that would destroy us and the tavern, with nothing we could do about it. Apparently, no one told Matt's barbarian character, who started suddenly pounding on the door and roaring for a drink. Neveklos pokes his head out and said, "Go away!"
Matt: "No! I want a drink!"
Neveklos: "I grant you the gift of death."
Matt (hopefully): Resist?
Neveklos: No effect.
Matt (loudly): "Oh, ****!" (followed by the loud thump of a body.)
Well, I think that's good for now...
love, Ben
Coincidence Funny: The time I was NPCing in Ashbury and they told most the NPC's just to pick a random townsperson and profession in order to watch the tournament. There was not much going on for NPC's, so we just hung out talking to PC's and each other. I bumped into Mike Hynes, and said, "Hi, my name's Leon!" He looks totally baffled and flustered, and finally sputtered out some name I don't remember. He later explained to me out-of-game that he had named his NPC Leon, and was trying rapidly to think of another name.
What the heck do we do now? Funny: We were NPCing Caldaria's first event, and as part of a mod, we were way back on the campgrounds in a small ambush group as Goblins, waiting to be statted. Along comes Ray Naygle (sorry about the spelling) and a killer adventuring group, tearing through the mod like wet paper. So we looked at each other and held a quick conference ("Are we here? Are we not here? Should we put our weapons on our heads? We're base goblins, right: eight body swinging twos?) But by then it was too late, and the flurry of blows rained down. We just winged it and assumed we were all dead... Who got ambushed?
Doh!-nut Moment Funny: The last event I played with Gary, in reviewing my stats, I found I had been swinging the wrong amount of damage for two days... well, if you've gotta laugh or cry, you might as well laugh.
Wrecked the Ambiance, Funny: The plane of desire mod. Justine, intending to be seductive, was feeding chocolate syrup to Carly, by dipping her finger in it. Reaching just behind her shoulder to slide the chocolate finger into Carly's mouth, she missed, and shoved it directly up Carly's nose.
And: I was playing a Caladonian NPC, and ran into Sir Douglas. We began to reminisce about a great battle with the Tusnians, and he invited me in to share some good, aged, Caladonian Scotch. Unfortunately, it was aged in- and out-of-game. I don't know how long the tavernfolk had (as requested) saved Douglas's bottle, of whatever kind of fruit juice it had been, but the aging process did it no service. And further, we had poured it into opaque glasses, so as not to immediately notice the fuzzy lumps, and foul, smoky liquid, until the first draught that we drank to Caladon. The expressions on both our faces and the assault on our taste buds, brought us immediately out-of-game, spewing.
In-game Serious, but Out-of-game Funny: Neveklos had a bunch of us trapped in the tavern, with the intention of blowing a ritual that would destroy us and the tavern, with nothing we could do about it. Apparently, no one told Matt's barbarian character, who started suddenly pounding on the door and roaring for a drink. Neveklos pokes his head out and said, "Go away!"
Matt: "No! I want a drink!"
Neveklos: "I grant you the gift of death."
Matt (hopefully): Resist?
Neveklos: No effect.
Matt (loudly): "Oh, ****!" (followed by the loud thump of a body.)
Well, I think that's good for now...
love, Ben
