Disclaimer: I own my character, my friends own the other characters, Fighter was based on Fighter from 8-Bit Theater by Brian Clevinger, and Wizards of the Coast owns the Dungeons & Dragons stuff.
The party:
A Gnome Bard, which is my character. Having taken a break from usual power-gaming, I have devoted this character to hilarity and poems. He has an intelligent pen/rapier named Mighty.
A Human Wizard/Monk?Cleric/Druid, belonging to one of our resident power-gamers.
A Human Sorcerer, belonging to the new person in our group.
A Human Barbarian, who likes to eat things.
A Human Fighter, based on Fighter from 8-bit Theater.
A Human Druid, belonging to a player who never shows up. Either that or we never notice him.
The plot:
All of the PCs, along with some NPCs, got kicked out of heaven for various misdeeds, whether real or percieved. They decide to go to a nearby town and start up lives there. However, this is not likely to go over peacefully...
Poem 1
We all have fallen down out of paradise
Rejected; now that ain't very nice.
So our little band, we're walking into town,
What'cha know, the peasants all got frowns.
Then I'm looking up and I see this preacher
On the church, it's the town's main feature.
I hear his sayings, all of it is sappy,
Lies as well, now that's hella crappy.
So I says to him, "If you're so f'in rich,
And they're poor, you're worse than a lich!"
He's splutterin' now: "It's for the greater good."
I reply, "That's bull. Is that understood?
They work and starve, but you got all the money.
It's no joke, and it ain't funny.
Time to rectify: give them all that bling.
Why don't we start with that golden ring?"
My words beat down his, he's very quick to fold.
He soon returns with all the church's gold.
Peasants get their due, priests are in confusion,
Victory, begin the revolution!
The party:
A Gnome Bard, which is my character. Having taken a break from usual power-gaming, I have devoted this character to hilarity and poems. He has an intelligent pen/rapier named Mighty.
A Human Wizard/Monk?Cleric/Druid, belonging to one of our resident power-gamers.
A Human Sorcerer, belonging to the new person in our group.
A Human Barbarian, who likes to eat things.
A Human Fighter, based on Fighter from 8-bit Theater.
A Human Druid, belonging to a player who never shows up. Either that or we never notice him.
The plot:
All of the PCs, along with some NPCs, got kicked out of heaven for various misdeeds, whether real or percieved. They decide to go to a nearby town and start up lives there. However, this is not likely to go over peacefully...
Poem 1
We all have fallen down out of paradise
Rejected; now that ain't very nice.
So our little band, we're walking into town,
What'cha know, the peasants all got frowns.
Then I'm looking up and I see this preacher
On the church, it's the town's main feature.
I hear his sayings, all of it is sappy,
Lies as well, now that's hella crappy.
So I says to him, "If you're so f'in rich,
And they're poor, you're worse than a lich!"
He's splutterin' now: "It's for the greater good."
I reply, "That's bull. Is that understood?
They work and starve, but you got all the money.
It's no joke, and it ain't funny.
Time to rectify: give them all that bling.
Why don't we start with that golden ring?"
My words beat down his, he's very quick to fold.
He soon returns with all the church's gold.
Peasants get their due, priests are in confusion,
Victory, begin the revolution!
