so my party had just gone through a fun little maze underneath a mountain and came out the other side. a little ways away there is a villiage, they go to the village to find that all the people have been turned to animals and all the animals to people. first stop is always the tavern, they get in there and find that sitting on the bar is a chicken. one of the members is half-assimar or something like that and can speak with absolutely anything. questions start flying, the chicken can still understand the human speach just can't talk. a thoroughly inhebriated party member asks if the chicken will scratch words on the ground, by this time the chicken was sick of dealing with the falling over drunk and scratched "HI" into his arm. the drunk not finding this very funny tried to give the chicken a drink and ended up drowning him. to this day he is known as chicken killer. after the chicken had been killed one of our party members (a modified gelatinous cube) "ate him". the drunken master then proceded to rob the bar of most of its liqour.
when typed out this isn't nearly as funny as being there, unfortunately that is how most of the stories go.