Last week Team Evil took the opportunity to get rid of the do-gooders in the group. I’d say it was a long time coming but it wasn’t really all that long, it just felt long because we only played once per week.
Yeah, I’m talking about D&D.
The opportunity was too irresistable. We’ve staked out a semi-solid building in some ruins are currently inhabited by cultists of an evil, mad, and squid-like god and us because we’re pretending to be card carrying members.
Good Team consisted of:
- The conehead (Githyanki Psychic Warrior) – he’s GoodGuy#1.
- The cleric – he’s GoodGuy#2.
- The healer NPC – he’s GoodGuy#3.
- Then there is the Druid, who really isn’t a ‘GoodGuy’, more of a Neutral tree-hugger type but we’ll call him GoodGuy#4.
Evil Team consisted of:
- The guy who likes dead stuff (Dread Necromancer) – EvilGuy#1
- The storyteller who didn’t know he was on Evil Team (Bard with less that goodly intentions) – EvilGuy#2
- The warlock – EvilGuy#3
- The me, Smaken (Ogre) – EvilGuy#4
The conehead wandered off on his own to take a look around the ruins at night.
The cleric was not in attendance for the evening so he was non-interactive (a.k.a. bonked)
The NPC healer was hanging about not doing too much, likely imagining health bars over our heads.
The druid was just preparing to settle in and put his wolf (animal companion) out to guard the horses. My character had issues with the druid because his animal companion tried to eat my food (a Gnoll), then kept getting in the way. He also claimed the wolf was smarter than my brutish Ogre – clearly not true, the rocks told our Dread Necromancer as much.
So by my Ogre’s calculations, there was only one of them and four of us, five including myself.
After asking if the Druid could summon up any more animals or earth people (elementals), I learned he was almost tapped out of spells so I sucker punched him.
The druid was knocked unconscious three times before the NPC healer couldn’t keep him up anymore. We then took out his dog as he had called it back to him. The NPC healer high-tailed it even though I suggested he could heal me and I wouldn’t squish him.
We then set up an ambush for the conehead. He wandered right into it and was struck blind by the Dread Necro, then pummeled and blasted to death by rest of Evil Team.
We called it a short night there as the DM needed to make adjustments to the direction his campaign was taking and the other two had to roll up new characters.
Remember kids, Evil will always win over Good because Good is dumb.
This week we’re adding three new characters to the party and I’ve learned two out of the three are Evil! Yay!