Favourite moment from our latest DW session: when the cleric (of Pelor) convinced the paladin (of Pelor) to break his oath to Pelor!
They had been battling a village-squashing titan, and not faring very well. The wizard had already been stomped on, picked up, and thrown over the next hill (spoiler: he lived), when the PCs noticed that the earth-bound titan’s wings were badly hobbled by old bone-breaks that had never knit properly.
“I could fix your wings,” offered the cleric.
The titan paused mid-stomp. “What?”
A parley ensued, in which the cleric convinced the titan that she really could heal his old wounds for good. The titan Hantlogoth agreed to stop hunting mortals, if she could really do it. “But if you fail, I’ll kill you next.”
“How are you going to heal his wings?” I asked.
“I… don’t… know…” admitted the player, scanning her playbook. “Cure Light Wounds?”
Hantlagoth cracked his knuckles. The sound echoed off the hills like distant thunder.
“I can Lay On Hands,” offered the paladin. “Says right here, ‘remove one disease.’ This counts, right?”
“A debility is like a disease,” I reason. “Okay, it’ll work, if you roll well. He’s like a hundred times your size.” The PCs get the titan to lay down, and are all set to perform a miracle when the paladin realizes something:
“Hold on, I just swore to Pelor that I would KILL this titan!” He had in fact invoked the advanced move Exterminatus just minutes ago. “I can’t heal him now!”
“If you don’t, he’s going to squash us into jam!” the cleric stage-whispered.
Paladin, reading from his playbook: “When you speak aloud your promise to defeat an enemy, you deal +2d4 damage against that enemy and -4 damage against anyone else. This effect lasts until the enemy is defeated. If you fail to defeat the enemy or give up the fight, you can admit your failure, but the effect continues until you find a way to redeem yourself.”
“What’s the hold-up?” rumbled Hantlagoth.
A very interesting theological discussion ensued, in which the lives of the PCs and all the villagers were weighed against one hasty oath. The recently-ballistic wizard returned during this, spied this scene of healing and demanded “what the hell is going on??”
The cleric eventually prevailed, and the newly air-worthy titan kept his promise. Now we have a paladin who is firmly in the doghouse with his god, and is desperate for a chance to redeem himself.
Good times 🙂