I don't want to set the monk on fire...

[lederhosen]

First game with the new party yesterday (will post an update on shinyshinyelves later). I think I won both 'most damage inflicted on our enemies' and, beating out a black pudding, three aboleths, and an octopus, 'most damage inflicted on a party member'. Yay for flaming oil! And it feels odd being on the other side of 'rationalise things to the Lawful Good character'.

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[nefaria.livejournal.com]

Your ogre carved the pudding into enough bite-sized pieces to feed an army of kindergarteners, didn't he?

[lederhosen.livejournal.com]

Puddings are bad for her hitty things, so she smashed a fifty-pint cask of oil on it instead, and let the druid's Flaming Sphere do the rest. Pity we didn't have fifty pints of brandy...

Brandy the Drunken Dwarven Cleric

[moxie_man]

It is actually a Good Thing™ you didn't have fifty pints of brandy. That would have been too dangerous.

Take it from first hand experience. Alas, I miss gaming--not anyone around these parts to do it with these days.

Back in my undergrad college days, I usually wound-up playing the group's healer/cleric. Tired of this, I created your stereotypical drunken dwarf for the cleric by the name of Brandy and he worshiped the odd god of cheap beer, Amhieser. His prayers only worked if he slurred his words in a half-drunken stupor. Amazingly, he survived a long time...longer then many other clerics I had run in those days.

We were campaigning in (I think) the Ravenloft Series. We had been trying to track down a vampire that was 'causing a lot of problems with the locals. We had successfully tracked it to its crypt. Made our plan and executed it. We actually killed it/staked it in the first round of surprise attack with no injuries to our own party.

Alas, we didn't know about his 16th level evil sorcerer pal with an invisibility ring who heard us coming and hid behind the door to the crypt (not bothering to alert the vampire of the impending attack, or course).

As we charged in and killed the vampire, the sorcerer ran away casting a fireball behind him (16d6 damage).

Guess who took the brunt of that fireball and failed his saving throw?

Guess who was carrying the majority of the party's lantern oil and a good stock of consumable alcohol including a small cask of brandy?

And our GM was sadistic. After I failed my saving throw vs. 16th level fireball, he made me roll a saving throw for every item on my body until something flammable failed...that cask of fine brandy. Can you say Dwarf Flambe'?

The initial fireball took out two party members. The secondary dwarf fireball took out another four or so.

Amazingly, the two badly burned survivors scraped up my ashes (and those of the other party members) and had me somehow raised from the dead. He'd go on to die a few more times in horrible ways--you'd have thought the group would have learned the first time.

And that GM was so sadistic as to not award me experience points for killing half the party. You'd think that was a good learning experience for him. :)