I enjoy reading everyone's game sessions. It would be great if we could read them all in one place. Maybe there is already a place for this. I also wanted to post a bit more detailed representation of a session that I had with some friends. All names have been altered, but that is about it. Couldn't remember Sneaky's name.

A Day Late, A Shilling Short Part One
GM: ‘nuff said
Mark: Sneaky the Sneak
Susan: Tumnus the trollslayer (wannabe)
John: Zake the girlie tree-hugging wood Elf

GM: You just finished dinner. You have been staying in a coaching inn waiting for a package that should have arrived yesterday…
Tumnus: I am sharpening my axe!
GM: Okay, your axe is quite sharp, sharp enough to shave the fuzz off a peach. What is everyone else doing?
Sneaky: So the slayer owes me Da’ a life debt, lame. Bet he’s never slayed a troll. He couldn’t slay my little sister. What a poser.
GM: I would keep that opinion out of earshot.
Zake: I am so bored and I miss the woods and stuff like my hot elf girlfriend. She is way hot. She misses me while I am gone. Humans and dwarves smell. I am going to bed; maybe the package will come tomorrow.
Sneaky: After he falls asleep I am going to steal his pants and pimp him out to the other travelers at the inn. Everybody wants to sleep with elves. Even the men look like ladies. I will be rich!
GM & Zake: What? What! What!?
Sneaky: You heard me. His pants are mine and its time for the elf to earn his keep.
Tumnus: I’m sharpening my axe.
John: Shut up about your axe. You can’t take Zake’s pants. Zake sleeps with his clothes on; you will wake him up and then I will kill your wussy thief. And you can’t pimp him out. What is wrong with you? And Tumnus is a fawn.
Susan: Tumnus is a crazed fawn murderer who bathes in fawn blood each full moon. And he is sharpening his axe: that is what he does, so why don’t you shut up. I completely approve of elf pimping, racial grudge and all that. Elves are an uppity lot and they all have it coming, and they do all look like ladies, especially this one.
John: I hate all of you. Both of you are messed up.
Mark: Welcome to Warhammer *****.
GM: Good grief, everybody back in character. The party tension meter is going up a couple of notches. What is everyone actually doing and saying?... Besides sharpening axes.
Zake: I’m going to sleep and I’m locking my door.
Sneaky: Hey, before you go to bed why don’t you stay and have a drink.
Zake: Hell no.
Sneaky: [using Honeyed Words] If you stay and drink with us it will build camaraderie and maybe you will show Tumnus that elves can hold their liquor after all.
Sneaky: [Whisper to Tumnus] Let’s get him crazy drunk and take his pants.
John: I can hear you guys talking.
Mark: No “you” can’t. Stay in character.
John: Fine, roll the dice.

Thats Funny. Thanks for the laugh.

Lucas Adorn said:

I was assuming that it's a more or less accurate summary of a session, so I found it faintly depressing.

Cheers

Sparrow

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I'm going with 'it's just for laughs'. And sounds like every D&D adventure I ran. Which was a laugh!

No depression or offense intended. It was very loosely based on certain kernels of a real one-shot gaming night get-together (which I think always end up silly). For example, the sneak (who started out poor) saw that the elf had invested five points in wealth so he could start with a longbow and immediately coveted the elf's expensive clothes and belongings. And the dwarf did spend a lot of time axe-sharpening. And there was a lot of teasing. But scout's honor, no elves were ever close to being violated in any way.

From: FALSE PRETENSES scenario:

DM: Ok, you'll have to hold the elf over the edge while he casts high magic to close the portal.

PLAYER (Chad..playing the dwarf smuggler): Is that a ride check?

jh

Emirikol said: