SAM “THE DRUID” FISHER

[DerVVulfman]

Trust me guys, I didn't come up with this.
I got this from a website recounting pen-n-paper RPG stories.
Some editing provided due to grammatical errors.

SAM “THE DRUID” FISHER

by Killmaster666

This was a campaign we just started, but due to a storm it had to end fairly quickly. So the whole session consisted of us finding a way into the ruined keep and fight 8 4hp goblins (not hard for 4 lvl 6’s).

I’m a human bard. We have a human female fighter, a halfling rogue, and a human druid. Now we had snuck past about 100 goblins. At this point when the rogue says "screw it", he walked directly beside a small group of them, looks over and says "sup?"

Only the one he was directly beside heard or saw him, and the way the DM described his reaction was absolutely priceless.

This poor goblin had no idea how someone could have gotten this far into their camp and had no idea what to do.

It’s shock was sent even further when the druid's wolf walked up behind it and nudged it in the back.

The best way we could describe it was that the goblin turned around, its eyes bulged out, its mouth fell open, and its open mouth provided a excellent exit wound for the rogue's dagger.

As the goblin crumpled very dead to the ground, one of the other goblins spotted us.

I should state that me and the fighter were trying not to laugh, leaning back against a wall in obvious torchlight, watching all this play out. Only until the wolf fumbled an attack did the others spotted us.

Then the fighter rushed in and hit one for about 68 damage. With everything said and done and as I said earlier, they had 4 hp each. So the thing exploded, covering her in goblin guts.

I spotted one last goblin guarding a cage of humans that hadn’t noticed us yet, so I picked him off with a cross-bow.

We picked the corpses clean, except the one who has exploded. Then we had to call it quits for the night because it was storming out and they had to leave or else get stuck at my house until the snow let up.