Korinn-*places banana on alter*
Xavier- “Where did you get the banana?”
Korinn- “From the chest in the ceiling.”
Ea- “Oh! Right the banana!”
Xavier- “So that’s what was in the chest!”
Tolk- “There was a chest?!”
1st row: most well behaved, small, usually filled with flutes
2nd row: some whispering. usually clarinets, french horns, other woodwinds
3rd row: whispering and giggling widespread. trumpets and maybe low brass
4th row: the most chill; the quietest row. tubas and low brass
5th row, percussion: Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here
- The neutral good cleric, about the plantation owner we just abducted
DM (as goblin): Holzi eat fresh meat!
Elf Paladin: Holzi… are you Gollum?
Dwarf Barbarian: Oh my god, he is Gollum! We found him in a cave!
Paladin: And you kidnapped him to take him on a journey.
Barbarian: And I’m a small person!
Context: our half elf fighter took a sip of a mysterious slime which they later found out to be "goblin juice" which turned them green and gave them advantage and bonuses to every roll as well as 22 additional hp but turned them green. The DM was making them roll con saves on each turn during a boss fight.
DM: make a con save
Fighter: ah right, the cocaine save
Wizard/rogue: what happens if they fail the save?
DM: *shrugs and says nothing*
Me: they get consumed by the cocaine haze
DM: So it turns out that he’s actually a death… sal-ad? No, death slaad.
Ranger PC (to the tune of Fruit Salad by The Wiggles): Death salad, yummy yummy!