05-23-2023, 04:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-23-2023, 04:56 AM by DerVVulfman.)
Trust me guys, I didn't come up with this.
I got this from a youtube video recounting pen-n-paper RPG stories.
Unfortunately, no names were attributed.
Zull scouts ahead.
Zull spots the nest of cockatrices, and it's chock full of monsters.
Zull cannot distinguish between a cockatrice and a chicken.
Zull has a craving for chicken tenders.
Zull charges into the next bellowing "TASTY CHIMKIN!"
I got this from a youtube video recounting pen-n-paper RPG stories.
Unfortunately, no names were attributed.
Our Beloved Brainless Powerhouse
I have been a DM for some time and playing within a party on and off, and my friends knew it. They liked hearing some stories about the campaigns I ran, me wondering why they never bothered to play if they were so interested. Well, one of them asked if I ever had to deal with any crazy, out-of-balance characters. Immediately, one just came to mind.
That would be Zull, our Half-Ogre barbarian. Strength of 25 but an Intelligence score of 5... Basically a walking extrema ration to be pointed in the general direction we wanted - strength of a mountain but only half as smart.
The one thing to know about the player rollplaying Zull: he's been forged in the fire of a thousand LARP (or Live Action Role Playing) sessions, and has no qualms in saying goodbye to a character, but he will always roleplay his character and the corresponding stats to a T... even if it means doing something insanely moronic.
So we're in this dungeon, right? And some clues seem to point out to the fact that a section of the caves, judging by the very realistic statues and the chicken-like footprints, had become a nest for a murder of cockatrices.
Zull scouts ahead.
Zull spots the nest of cockatrices, and it's chock full of monsters.
Zull cannot distinguish between a cockatrice and a chicken.
Zull has a craving for chicken tenders.
Zull charges into the next bellowing "TASTY CHIMKIN!"
We were level 3, with no access to anything that could de-petrify our Half-Ogre. And when we actually did, the Half-ogre's soul was long departed from this world. The only thing we could do to justly honor that poor sod's memory was to put his body in a place where it could be honored promptly.
Now our topiary garden is enriched by the statue of a hulking man-beast trying to twist the neck of an invisible chicken.
Now we've been asked many times by the Constable of Fordsgrave to add a Cockatrice sculpture, for context. But we feel that Zull would like it better if the depiction of his idiotic demise a little more metaphoric.
The cockatrice is not pictured, just like Zull's idiocy. But you can intensely feel both of them as a reminder that when the idiot crosses the road and finds a chicken, sometimes they both end on the "other side".