Spooge McGee, Prospect of Death
Our new player was listening to one of our favorite artists and heard of a concept for a character he knew he absolutely had to play. At first we denied him because we thought he would just make a copy of the original but thankfully he made this creation his own. This particular story takes place during our current campaign, Strife of Soa. After dueling with infant frost dragons, fighting sirens on a very non-sturdy bridge, being attacked by hawk foxes, and other such ordeals the party of two finally caught a break as they come across two drow assassins unaware.
Unfortunately when they tried to sneak past them they player whose character was a Kor Alchemist/Fighter rolled a seven, needless to say that said character might as well have been stomping and shouting her presence. Taking notice of the intruder the assassins began firing volley upon volley at the alchemist who in turn cast Grease causing one to fall prone. Spooge, a dwarven blood hunter who had taken to his enchanted axe and blunderbuss, decided this was the, perhaps, the best opportunity to use his dynamite.
So instead of using maybe one or two sticks of explosive doom he decided to toss a bandolier containing ten sticks of dynamite on the prone assassin. For those who don't know the damage allow me to express the stupidity of what just happened. One stick deals 3d6 explosive damage, half on a Dex save... Maximum output is 180 dmg, minimum is 15. So when said prone assassin failed all ten attempts, a few Nat 1's as well, we all knew that drow was done.
When all was said and done it was explained as thus, "as Spooge tosses his bandolier at the downed drow they failed to escape the blast due to the grease they were coated in the explosions sound off and echo the through the mountainous valley. When the smoke clears there is a scorched earth as bloody limbs fall from the sky, utterly terrifying the other assassin to the point that he would face his mistress's wrath than deal with the dwarven menace that stands before him."
Sure he would chuck a stick here or there but this was the first time that ever happened. If you ever encounter a drunken dwarf with several straps of dynamite wrapped to him with blunderbuss in hand, you might want to reconsider your life choices.
