@CaptainCaveman:
Who is deciding your fate?
It's game night in the Sheriff's Tower!
Thune: “Galstaff, you have entered the door to the North. You are now by yourself, standing in a dark room. The pungent smell of mildew eminates from the wet dungeon walls.”
O'Connell: “Where are the Cheetos?”
Thune: “They’re right next to you!”
Dree: “I cast a spell!”
O'Connell: “Where’s the Mountain Dew?”
Thune: “In the fridge, DUH!”
Dree: “I wanna cast a spell!”
O'Connell: “Can I have a Mountain Dew?”
Thune: “YES! You can have a Mountain Dew, just go get it!”
Dree: “I can cast any of these, right? On the list?”
Thune: “Yes, any of the first level ones.”
O'Connell: “I’m gonna get a soda, anyone want one? Hey Kraegs, I’m not in the room, right?”
Thune: “What room??”
Dree: “I wanna cast ‘magic missile…’”
O'Connell: “The room where he’s casting all these spells from.”
Thune: “He hasn't cast anything yet!”
Dree: “I am though, if you’d listen. I’m casting ‘magic missile!’”
Thune: “Why are you casting ‘magic missile’? There’s nothing to attack here.”
Dree: “I… I’m attacking The Darkness!!”
(all laugh)
Thune: “Fine! Fine! You attack ‘The Darkness’. There’s an elf in front of you.”
Dree: “Woah!”
Grafton: “That’s me, right?”
Thune: “He’s wearing a brown tunic and he has grey hair and blue eyes.”
Grafton: “No I don’t, I have grey eyes.”
Thune: “Let me see that sheet.”
Grafton: “Well, it says I have blue but I decided I wanted grey eyes!”
Thune: “Whatever! Okay, you guys can talk to each other now if you want.”
(silence)
Dree: “Hello.”
Grafton: “Hello.”
Dree: “I am Galstaff, Sorceror of Light.”
Grafton: “Then how come you had to cast ‘magic missile’?”
(laughs)
Thune: “You guys are being attacked.”