Now for the fun parts:
I am a Good Cleric. The thief poisons a guard and I watch him die by interrogating him. I realized at the end of the session that I did not fulfill my alignment as I watched an innocent person die while I interrogated him.I have Cure Light Wounds as a Rote spell. No XP for alignment. (See the backstory in the previous post.)
In my defense, my cleric worships a god of knowledge and secrets, yet has a INT 9. I guess I am the Maxwell Smart of Clerics.
After we were freed, the captain of the guard says to the Dwarven Paladin, “I don’t like you and I don’t trust you. I will not give you even an inch!”
The Paladin replies, “An inch of what?”
It took me 10 minutes to stop laughing.
The thief spent all night attempting side quests to retrieve her tiger.
The Dwarven Paladin kept asking everyone, including the King(twice!) about the presence of other Dwarves in town.
I have a bond with the Paladin that I implicitly trust him. When I got a sword as a gift from the captain of the guard, I refused to tell him its powers.
No XP for the bond. Yup, it’s me, Maxwell Smart of Clerics.
Yes, the Dwarven Paladin has a harpoon gun stored in a bag of holding that the Thief stole from me. I remark about the similarity of the bag and harpoon gun constantly.
The king asks if we know anything about a Black Dragon attacking the northern lands. Apparently, the Dwarven Paladin was an old friend of hers. Unfortunately, the Paladin’s old friends couldn’t resist steeling from her treasure trove and the dragon blames the Paladin.
We told the King that we didn’t know anything about the Dragon.
The Paladin convinced the Thief to make a shiv out of her chamberpot in an attempt to pick the lock on her cell door. She decided not to use it. (The shiv, I mean.)