Sljedeći post nije moj. Napisao ga je jay kada je na američkom RPG forumu koji prati poželio opisati jedan od najzabavnijih sessiona čitave kampanje koji nije imao apsolutno nikakve veze sa mojom radnjom ali sve sa jednim skroz nebitnim sporednim likom i malo dobre improvizacije.
We had another WHFRP session today.
The characters:
Reinhard Allenstag, an apprentice wizard
Ugrim the Red, a dwarf barber-surgeon
Hildebart Oberholtzer, a zealot (my character)
We're investigating some weird murders, including a murder of a priest of Morr who might now be haunting the graveyard and the murder of the brother of our barber-surgeon. We're also trying to start up our own tavern (called "The Cockmongler"), using a permit for operation we took off the dead brother.
Last session, we got ambushed by some thugs and my character lost a foot. We killed the thugs' leader, but the three others ran away. I got myself an Excellent Craftsmanship fake foot, with skulls and prayer strips and bolts and all that WH stuff.
This session started with us going back home to celebrate the opening of the tavern and the survival of a maiming injury, together with Jocelyn Beyer, our landlady. Next morning:
Someone: "Hey, weren't we planning to look into that haunting at the graveyard at night?"
Everyone: "Oh, riiight! Eh. Tomorrow night, then."
We decided to try and find the thugs that attacked us. Some Gossip at the docks suggested that they're a regulars of a tavern called the Boar's Head. But on our way to there, we noticed a girl of about 10, standing alone in the middle of the fish market and crying. Apparently, she had lost her nanny.
Us: "Say, how old is your nanny?"
Girl: "Very old..."
Us: "Meh."
Girl: "... maybe 16!"
Us: "Quickly, search for the nanny! We must help the child!"
Some rolls on the character generation table later, we found out that the nanny Esmeralda is a brown-haired blue-eyed 5'2" girl of 130 lbs. with a nose ring, and we decided we could use someone like that in our tavern. All we needed to do is to get her fired.
So when we noticed her by a fish stand getting chatted up a sailor, we came up with a plan. Reinhard and I casually approached, chatting about our might adventuring exploits, trying to draw the attention of the crowd and impress them (using my Public Speaking). Ugrim stayed behind with the little girl. When we captured everyone's attention, we did some sort of half-assed segue into "... and that's why the children are our greatest treasure. We must always look after our children!" Prompted by this, Esmeralda checked for her little charge and, naturally, found her missing.
Esmeralda: "Oh gods, where is the child!? Greta! Where is she!?"
Sailor: "Uh... you have a child? I think I hear the overseering calling..."
Me:
Sailor:
With our reputation as mighty heroes already established, Esmeralda asked if we would help her find little Greta quickly, and at least reduce the beating her master would surely administer. To better look for her, we would split up: Esmeralda and I would go one way and Reinhard would go the other... perhaps thataway, where we had left Ugrim and little Greta?
Reinhard: "Why don't I go with Esmeralda, and you go thataway?"
Me: "..."
Reinhard: "Well?"
Me: "Because... your Intelligence is higher, so you can see better, so there needs to be two of us to match that. And my Fellowship is higher."
Reinhard: "Dammit. Well, meet you here in 15 minutes?"
So I spent a pleasant 15 minutes fake-looking for Greta with Esmeralda, and then we met up with Ugrim and Reinhard with little Greta.
At this point, I perceived a serious flaw in our plan: if Greta now told her nanny that we three had found her half an hour ago, our credibility would be severely compromised. Luckily, the penny little Greta was twirling in her hands assured me that Ugrim and Reinhard had been one step ahead of me. With the girls reunited, we feigned to take our leave.
Me: "We were happy to help you, Esmeralda. You seem like such a nice girl. We could use an honest girl like that, so if you happen to know any honest girls like yourself, any sisters or cousins, we're hiring for our tavern. Well, good luck with that beating and everything!"
Esmeralda: "Well, I don't have any sisters, but..."
Me: "I do not know if you can help us then... unless..."
Esmeralda: "... unless I work for you!"
Me: "You working for us! I never would have thought of that! Well, then I suppose we could also return Greta instead of you. That way you won't get your punishment. And we'll get our reward..."
The Baumans, Greta's family, were rather well-off, so Esmeralda suggested we take the servant entrance, more appropriate for our type. In front of the Baumans' house:
Reinhard: "So we're taking the main entrance, right?"
Me: "I don't know..."
Greta: "When I'm naughty, Daddy sends me upstairs and then she talks with the nanny a long time."
Reinhard and me: "The main entrance will be just fine!"
Sadly, the Master of the house was out. Luckily, Mistress Bauman was a religious woman, and my fake foot w/prayer strips impressed her ("My faith is my support Lady! Why, look, without it, I would just topple over, I would!") enough for her to give us some gold. And we also left a message for Master Eric.
Me: "If you please, Milady, tell Master Bauman that we are well apprised, well apprised indeed of his particular situation with the nanny. The fact that he has to hire another one, I mean. So should he wish to visit us at The Cockmongler to discuss his situation with the nanny, we might offer some help in that regard."
And we went back to The Cockmongler to celebrate. Jocelyn was less than pleased with Esmeralda's presence, so she only had a couple of drinks before going up home, but we got Esmeralda Stinking Drunk, and Reinhard got lucky. We made a mental note to not let this turn into the situation from Seinfeld where someone is sleeping with the help, and paying them as help, but they don't actually, y'know, help. Next morning:
Someone: "Hey, weren't we planning to look into that haunting at the graveyard at night?"
Everyone: "Oh, riiight! Eh. Tomorrow night, then."
Next session, we might actually do some stuff relating to the plot. Or not, as the case may be.
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