After years of playing together, my old group and I had gotten somewhat lackadaisical in our fighting encounters. Our GM was working hard to make sure that the epic level characters we were playing got a workout, and she was getting more and more inventive and throwing harder and harder creatures at us.
However, it seemed that we were skilled at finding inventive ways to make encounters end quickly - and in our favor.
One such instance involved the rescue of a poor minor noblewoman who had been taken captive by a circle of high-level Mages. The idea was that we would have to track down the Mages, engate in a massive battle with…
After a long absence from the game, I was starting a new campaign with a group of people that I had mostly just met. I wasn't sure what to expect. It was an entertaining, if odd, group.
I was playing a Deva Paladin who worshipped the Raven Queen, just for fun. One of my new friends was playing a Pixie Sorcerer, who happened to be extremely crude. This was Max Jagermeister.
My Paladin was a somewhat serene and polite person, and was constantly Max's straight man and was always getting him out of trouble. Let’s just say I’m the kind of player that tries to talk down the Dragon instead of fight it.