Hiro Protagonest
2011-03-24, 03:13 PM
Expansion of this thread. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=189905)
Part one. I'm a pickpocket, always have been. I'm an orphan, my dad died in a war, my mom died at childbirth. The orphanage I stayed at wasn't well funded, but at least the people were nice. Then, some of us kids got the idea to become pickpockets. I was only eight at the time, but I was one of the best. That was ten years ago. I'm only eighteen, but I'm the leader of our gang. We have our headquarters in an abandoned building at the edge of the city. I play D&D to take my mind off my financial situation.
****
I got out of bed and stretched. My room was overgrown with plants, but that would be my doing. I've always liked the wild. My black cat was laying on my bed.
"Hi Sam," I said, petting him on the head. He yawned.
I got my clothes on and left, greeting the others on my way out.
****
Today was strange. Whenever I picked a pocket, a little number went off in my head. 18. 26. 22. When I got back, Sam was following me all around the building. Alex was writing something down, he looked up as soon as he heard me.
"Hey Ben, you notice the weird stuff going on?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well look at this."
He held up what he'd been writing in. The cover had "spellbook" written on it. Then he opened it up. Inside was writing that seemed to be no more than gibberish.
"They just look like gibberish," I said.
"Ben, they're spells, it's a spellbook."
"Wait..." I closed my eyes and concentrated for a moment. Then they flew open.
"Level 5 gestalt Druid/rogue," I said.
"So it is happening!" Alex exclaimed. "D&D is becoming real!"
"What!? Wait... yeah! It makes sense! And Sam is my animal companion! So what are you?"
"level 4 gestalt wizard/rogue," he replied.
We continued talking for a while. After that, I went to bed, my mind racing. I somehow managed to find sleep that night.
Part two. The next morning, everyone was working on their character sheets.
I walked over to Ryan.
"Hey," I said. "What are you?"
"Level 4 gestalt rogue/swordsage."
"Swordsage? I don't remember you practicing martial arts."
"Well, I was just a rogue, but it said I was gestalt. And there was a voice in my head, telling me to pick a second class. So I picked swordsage."
"You got to choose? I was stuck with rogue/druid. But I would've picked those anyway."
"I think the voice in my head might've been the GM."
"Well, I'm gonna go see what the others got now," I said. Then I walked away.
"Hey Hannah," I said. "What did you get?"
"CG level 4 gestalt rogue/sorcerer."
"Fits with your high charisma and dexterity," I said with a smile.
"Oh, you big flirt."
"Well, I better go see what Ron got."
"Okay, bye."
I walked over to Ron.
"Hey, what did you get?"
"Level 3 gestalt rogue/cleric of freedom," he said. "travel and luck domains."
"Nice."
"Well, you should start working on yours."
"Yeah."
So I started working on mine. This (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=285967) was the result.
"My stats aren't that high," I murmured. "being an adventurer must've boosted them. Hey! Guys! Are your stats higher than before?"
"Yeah," Alex said.
"Yep," Ryan replied.
"Mm-hm," Ron said.
"Yes," said Hannah.
"That means we're adventurers!"
"Yeah, I guess it does," said Ryan.
"So... what should we do?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but for now, we'll just continue what we're doing and look for trouble as we go," Hannah said.
"Well, we should get to work."
"Yeah," Alex said.
****
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard something. I quickly turned to look, and saw a glimpse of something small. I crept over there, when suddenly a goblin with a morningstar attacked! I quickly drew my knife and took him down in a single shot.
"Thank you, flick of the wrist feat and sneak attack +3d6," I said to myself.
****
The rest of the day was nothing beyond normal.
Part three. The next day, my head was a mess of thoughts. Why are monsters appearing? Are there other people of hero status (PC doesn't quite feel right, it makes it seem as if someone's controlling my every action)? If so, where are they? But the one that kept coming back to me was the identity of the DM. Was it God? No, to know the identity of the DM is to break the fourth wall, God was on this side of the fourth wall. But who is the DM?
I finally decided that the DM was running this campaign whether I knew his(?) identity or not.
****
I was about to leave when I heard what sounded like a large humanoid walking outside.
"Guys," I whispered. "Do you hear that?"
Suddenly, a large, ugly head appeared in the doorway.
"Ogre," Hannah said. "I'll handle it."
She muttered a few words and waved her hands around, and I felt a sleepy feeling roll over my head. The ogre closed it's eyes and began to nod off.
"Alright, the spell only lasts four minutes," Hannah said. "But it's still easy XP."
I walked over to it, grimacing at the smell, and delivered a coup de grace, dealing 24 damage. Ryan quickly delivered an unarmed coup de grace, finishing it off. 200 XP.
****
That day, when I was out, I was about to pick someone's pocket, when I noticed they had pointed ears.
"An elf?" I said.
The elf turned.
"Who are you?" he said, backing off warily.
"You're an elf."
"Oh, yeah, that's what showed up on my character sheet."
I was truly perplexed at this, but considering what was happening, I was unsurprised.
"Me and my friends are all human," I said.
"Well, maybe that's what fits you best," he replied.
"Yeah, probably," I said. "So what class are you?"
"Level 4 gestalt ranger/druid."
"I'm a level 5 gestalt rogue/druid."
"A fellow nature lover, eh? But where's the rogue from?"
I shifted nervously. "You don't want to know," I replied.
"Why not?"
"Erm..."
He looked shocked. "You're a thief!?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Were you gonna steal from me!?"
"Yeah, but I kinda live by a code of honor. Take their wallet, get half of whatever money is in there, and put the wallet back."
"So you were gonna steal from me."
"Yeah," I said, looking sheepish.
"Why?"
"I'm poor. I live with my friends in an abandoned building at the edge of the city. And I'm not accepting charity!"
"Well, if you want to work for your money, I heard there's a young red dragon just a few miles out of the city."
"What treasure does it have?"
"The standard treasure for it's kind, mainly magic items."
Magic items? Jackpot!
"I'll do it!"
"Glad that's settled, now here's a map," he said, holding out a map.
I took it and put it into my pocket. We'd do this tomorrow, but for now, I had a job to do.
Part four. Incomplete. When I got back that night, I explained the situation to them. The map said the dragon was located in the old high school a few miles out.
****
When I stepped in to the school, the first thing I noticed was the noise. There was pounding and yelling and moving. There were too main types of voices. There were higher pitched voices that must sounded like they were arguing, and there were normal pitched voices that sounded like they were shouting commands. The noise was coming from the left, but to the right the air felt warmer.
"The dragon must be to the right," I said.
"Well, we can either deal with him or his minions first," Ryan said. "I have no doubt we'll face both."
"I say we go to the dragon first," Hannah said. "I'll keep hitting him with ray of enfeeblement, forcing him to rely on his breath weapon. And we have evasion."
"That is an advantage," I said. "We all have good reflex saves and evasion. Alex, what spells did you prepare?"
"Mage armor, ray of enfeeblement twice, summon monster I, web, Melf's acid arrow, and bull's strength," he said.
"Alright," I said, "here's the plan..."
Hannah would come with me to face the dragon, with Alex casting bull's strength on Ryan and then coming with us. Ryan would use mighty throw and hatchling's flame a lot, to get a good amount of the dragon's servants. If there were too many, he's come running after a couple attacks, with Alex casting web on the hallway behind him. Ron would first use bless on all of us, and then go with Ryan to hit the enemies with bane.
Part one. I'm a pickpocket, always have been. I'm an orphan, my dad died in a war, my mom died at childbirth. The orphanage I stayed at wasn't well funded, but at least the people were nice. Then, some of us kids got the idea to become pickpockets. I was only eight at the time, but I was one of the best. That was ten years ago. I'm only eighteen, but I'm the leader of our gang. We have our headquarters in an abandoned building at the edge of the city. I play D&D to take my mind off my financial situation.
****
I got out of bed and stretched. My room was overgrown with plants, but that would be my doing. I've always liked the wild. My black cat was laying on my bed.
"Hi Sam," I said, petting him on the head. He yawned.
I got my clothes on and left, greeting the others on my way out.
****
Today was strange. Whenever I picked a pocket, a little number went off in my head. 18. 26. 22. When I got back, Sam was following me all around the building. Alex was writing something down, he looked up as soon as he heard me.
"Hey Ben, you notice the weird stuff going on?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well look at this."
He held up what he'd been writing in. The cover had "spellbook" written on it. Then he opened it up. Inside was writing that seemed to be no more than gibberish.
"They just look like gibberish," I said.
"Ben, they're spells, it's a spellbook."
"Wait..." I closed my eyes and concentrated for a moment. Then they flew open.
"Level 5 gestalt Druid/rogue," I said.
"So it is happening!" Alex exclaimed. "D&D is becoming real!"
"What!? Wait... yeah! It makes sense! And Sam is my animal companion! So what are you?"
"level 4 gestalt wizard/rogue," he replied.
We continued talking for a while. After that, I went to bed, my mind racing. I somehow managed to find sleep that night.
Part two. The next morning, everyone was working on their character sheets.
I walked over to Ryan.
"Hey," I said. "What are you?"
"Level 4 gestalt rogue/swordsage."
"Swordsage? I don't remember you practicing martial arts."
"Well, I was just a rogue, but it said I was gestalt. And there was a voice in my head, telling me to pick a second class. So I picked swordsage."
"You got to choose? I was stuck with rogue/druid. But I would've picked those anyway."
"I think the voice in my head might've been the GM."
"Well, I'm gonna go see what the others got now," I said. Then I walked away.
"Hey Hannah," I said. "What did you get?"
"CG level 4 gestalt rogue/sorcerer."
"Fits with your high charisma and dexterity," I said with a smile.
"Oh, you big flirt."
"Well, I better go see what Ron got."
"Okay, bye."
I walked over to Ron.
"Hey, what did you get?"
"Level 3 gestalt rogue/cleric of freedom," he said. "travel and luck domains."
"Nice."
"Well, you should start working on yours."
"Yeah."
So I started working on mine. This (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=285967) was the result.
"My stats aren't that high," I murmured. "being an adventurer must've boosted them. Hey! Guys! Are your stats higher than before?"
"Yeah," Alex said.
"Yep," Ryan replied.
"Mm-hm," Ron said.
"Yes," said Hannah.
"That means we're adventurers!"
"Yeah, I guess it does," said Ryan.
"So... what should we do?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but for now, we'll just continue what we're doing and look for trouble as we go," Hannah said.
"Well, we should get to work."
"Yeah," Alex said.
****
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard something. I quickly turned to look, and saw a glimpse of something small. I crept over there, when suddenly a goblin with a morningstar attacked! I quickly drew my knife and took him down in a single shot.
"Thank you, flick of the wrist feat and sneak attack +3d6," I said to myself.
****
The rest of the day was nothing beyond normal.
Part three. The next day, my head was a mess of thoughts. Why are monsters appearing? Are there other people of hero status (PC doesn't quite feel right, it makes it seem as if someone's controlling my every action)? If so, where are they? But the one that kept coming back to me was the identity of the DM. Was it God? No, to know the identity of the DM is to break the fourth wall, God was on this side of the fourth wall. But who is the DM?
I finally decided that the DM was running this campaign whether I knew his(?) identity or not.
****
I was about to leave when I heard what sounded like a large humanoid walking outside.
"Guys," I whispered. "Do you hear that?"
Suddenly, a large, ugly head appeared in the doorway.
"Ogre," Hannah said. "I'll handle it."
She muttered a few words and waved her hands around, and I felt a sleepy feeling roll over my head. The ogre closed it's eyes and began to nod off.
"Alright, the spell only lasts four minutes," Hannah said. "But it's still easy XP."
I walked over to it, grimacing at the smell, and delivered a coup de grace, dealing 24 damage. Ryan quickly delivered an unarmed coup de grace, finishing it off. 200 XP.
****
That day, when I was out, I was about to pick someone's pocket, when I noticed they had pointed ears.
"An elf?" I said.
The elf turned.
"Who are you?" he said, backing off warily.
"You're an elf."
"Oh, yeah, that's what showed up on my character sheet."
I was truly perplexed at this, but considering what was happening, I was unsurprised.
"Me and my friends are all human," I said.
"Well, maybe that's what fits you best," he replied.
"Yeah, probably," I said. "So what class are you?"
"Level 4 gestalt ranger/druid."
"I'm a level 5 gestalt rogue/druid."
"A fellow nature lover, eh? But where's the rogue from?"
I shifted nervously. "You don't want to know," I replied.
"Why not?"
"Erm..."
He looked shocked. "You're a thief!?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Were you gonna steal from me!?"
"Yeah, but I kinda live by a code of honor. Take their wallet, get half of whatever money is in there, and put the wallet back."
"So you were gonna steal from me."
"Yeah," I said, looking sheepish.
"Why?"
"I'm poor. I live with my friends in an abandoned building at the edge of the city. And I'm not accepting charity!"
"Well, if you want to work for your money, I heard there's a young red dragon just a few miles out of the city."
"What treasure does it have?"
"The standard treasure for it's kind, mainly magic items."
Magic items? Jackpot!
"I'll do it!"
"Glad that's settled, now here's a map," he said, holding out a map.
I took it and put it into my pocket. We'd do this tomorrow, but for now, I had a job to do.
Part four. Incomplete. When I got back that night, I explained the situation to them. The map said the dragon was located in the old high school a few miles out.
****
When I stepped in to the school, the first thing I noticed was the noise. There was pounding and yelling and moving. There were too main types of voices. There were higher pitched voices that must sounded like they were arguing, and there were normal pitched voices that sounded like they were shouting commands. The noise was coming from the left, but to the right the air felt warmer.
"The dragon must be to the right," I said.
"Well, we can either deal with him or his minions first," Ryan said. "I have no doubt we'll face both."
"I say we go to the dragon first," Hannah said. "I'll keep hitting him with ray of enfeeblement, forcing him to rely on his breath weapon. And we have evasion."
"That is an advantage," I said. "We all have good reflex saves and evasion. Alex, what spells did you prepare?"
"Mage armor, ray of enfeeblement twice, summon monster I, web, Melf's acid arrow, and bull's strength," he said.
"Alright," I said, "here's the plan..."
Hannah would come with me to face the dragon, with Alex casting bull's strength on Ryan and then coming with us. Ryan would use mighty throw and hatchling's flame a lot, to get a good amount of the dragon's servants. If there were too many, he's come running after a couple attacks, with Alex casting web on the hallway behind him. Ron would first use bless on all of us, and then go with Ryan to hit the enemies with bane.