Me: Roll over.
GM: The hedgehog rolls over. It’s adorable.
GM: You take a few steps away. The hedgehog remains where it is.
GM: The hedgehog heals you for 5 HP.
Me: Holy shit.
GM: The spirit explodes, splattering the janitor and immediate area with the mysterious substance.
Me (Janitor): Worth it.
GM: The puddles of mysterious substance throughout the store spontaneously combusts.
Me: I would like to retract my earlier statement.
TWO THINGS HOW DID HE GET A PET INTO SCHOOL AND HOW DOES HE GET HIS TEACHERS TO AGREE TO DO THESE VINES
"The royal archmage can’t actually perform any magic. He just maxed out his Bluff and now he’s in way over his head."
So it’s a detachable weasel?
- The party on encountering my mage who was a disguise specialist.
You have a dinner date for seven pm. What time do you arrive?
Seven. Am. Case the restaurant. Run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill him. Dispose of the body. Replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.