The Gamers: Dorkness Rising Page #5

He's not nameless..

...his name is Willem.

We got what we want from him. Let's just leave him.

Osric is morally compelled to help him.

He can't knowingly allow him to continue suffering.

And I can't knowingly allow you to deplete our resources because you wanna feel noble.

I'm just playing his alignment.

It's what our characters would do.

If you have a problem find some way to solve it..

...in character.

Ok.

Let's roleplay for this..

Sir Osric, a word.

Of course, brother Silence.

Let's say I have two sons...

...one strong, the other weak..

..both wish for schooling...

...but I can only send one.

Whom do I choose?

The strong boy could go far with such schooling

Yet the boy who is weak in body may find that he is strong in mind.

I would consider...

That's it! That's really it!

I will smite thee, evildo'er!

How long until he moves?

Ten...maybe twenty seconds.

I cast Amnesia on Osric.

Osric has no memory of the last two minutes.

Nice dodge, Gary.

I've got firewood.

You find the tiny hamlet of Westhaven abandoned.

Your skins begins to crawl the farther you press.

Have Osric detect evil.

Overwhelming evil in the centre of town.

We'll investigate.

What the hell is that?

A death demon... one of death's personal servants and he is looking your way.

Come...

Come to Drazuul.

Why didn't I get a save?

It's a death demon. It's fear aura is too strong.

You can't roll a successful save.

Incorrect.

What is your WILL-save modifier?

+9.

The DC to beat this demons fear aura is a 32.

You would have to roll a 23 on a 20-sided die in order to succeed.

Now I don't have a math degree but that's impossible, isn't it?

A natural 20 is an automatic success no matter the circumstance.

You only have a 5 percent chance of rolling that 20.

A natural 20 is an automatic success no matter the circumstance.

You only have a 5 percent chance of rolling that 20.

Do I at least get that roll? I mean it's in the rules.

You only have a 5 percent chance of rolling that 20.

Do I at least get that roll? I mean it's in the rules.

Or is it okay if we play by the rules? Is that alright with you?

A fumble!!

That means you're completely compelled and I get to control your character..

...until you snap out of it.

Since we're playing by the rules I know you don't mind.

Oh shut up, Kevin.

Kneel, slave!

Yes, my master.

I would never say that.

Please, let me play my character.

My body and will are yours to defile, my master.

My lady...you tempt me. The evil in your heart and your beauty is unsurpassed.

I'm not evil, I'm chaotic neutral.

You shall be my new bride and concubine.

I hate to be the one to tell you this...

...but I'm not...

Crap! I'm a woman.

My dear...what is a wedding without guests?

Kiss me, my darling.

After five minutes there is no sign of the others.

We go in after them.

Five bucks says you're dead again.

You're on, assjackal.

Master! More slaves for the lust pits.

You, hellboy! Turn!

Luster, run!

Compelled here, thank you.

My music will save you. Counter song!

Yeah, he's pissed!

New character.

Eh... sure.

Welcome to the party. We're all going to die.

That's a defeatist attitude.

Perhaps you can tell me how we're gonna slay a demon when..

..our wizard wasted his demon frying spell on a peasant?

You thought this was a great idea.

Why can't he just cast another?

Because it takes 8 hours of rest to regain spells and that's with no distractions.

I activate "Arcane Recollection".

Which does...???

At the cost of two spell slots I can regain any spell previously cast in ten rounds.

Assuming you can concentrate.

Well, then it falls to the rest of the party to protect me.

Osric lays hands on Silence.

Keep it down! I can't concentrate.

My music will help.

- How many of those do you've got? - 50.

I can do this all night.

Never fear. Flinn is here.

Quiver in fear for I....noooo....Mommy!

Evil-do'ers, prepare to die!

Don't distract me...I'm almost done.

Avast ye...

I'm gonna die....

Why hasn't Drazuul moved?

Good question! Spot check.

The demon is trapped in the pentagram!

Good question! Spot check.

The demon is trapped in the pentagram!

Now we have him!

There are 37 more of me, a**hole!

Darling....prepare to receive the flaming hand of fiery doom!

Marvelous! It's a party and everyone's invited! It's just we get the hell out of here.

What about the spell?

No good.

Drazuul moves before me and blasts me unless I have a barricade or something.

Hide behind the mountain of dead bards!

I have to stand up to cast. I'm going to be a sitting duck.

I've got your back!

What happened to "Hand of Doom"?

He was expecting that. I used a hold spell instead. That way we can question him.

Well played, Gary!

Where is your master?

Well played, Gary!

Where is your master?

Sir Osric...

Can you bless this water?

Sir Osric...

Can you bless this water?

This flask is now full of holy water.

Tell us what we wanna know or I'll give you a bath.

Your treat is empty! A paladin cannot stand by while torture takes place.

Eh...

My...what fine yet rustic architecture.

I think I will examine it more closely.

Where is your master?

The paladin can always bless more water.

Didn't we pass a lake on the way here?

The mines!

You'll find the entrance in the mines.

And how do we defeat him?

The book! His power is in the book.

But this is not the power you need to fear...your real enemy is...

Thank you! You've been most helpful.

Ah...one more thing.

A noble waffle for the paladin.

I feel dirty...

You follow an overgrown trail out of town.

The trail winds towards an omnious looking mine set into the foot of the mountains.

At the entrance to the mine there are stairs that plunge far underground

The initial hallway leads deep into the darkness.

The light from your torches seems to shy away from the dark.

Alright! Mark your spots.

Nodwick? You're still alive?

Nodwick? Who's Nodwick?

Henchman...from our last campaign.

Really? Cool!

How long has he been here?

In game time? Ah...about two months.

How long has he been here?

In game time? Ah...about two months.

You guys left him here all alone?

Well...being dead we had little choice.

There is no way he's still alive after 8 weeks.

You've left 3 months worth of provisions in that chest of holding along with everything else.

Everything else?

Our gear!!

Nodwick, don't you recognize us? It's me, Fastidian.

Why are you wearing a dress?

What?

Oh, yeah...right.

We've come to retreive our goods. It's us...your former masters.

Hang on a minute. You're not my former masters.

You're completely different characters being played by the same players.

Nodwick has no idea who your new characters are.

I have never seen you before in my life.

Nodwick has no idea who your new characters are.

I have never seen you before in my life.

Shove off!

Sorry to bother you, Sir.

It's us, Nodwick. Tuk, Rennard... all of us.

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