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In D&D5E, I usually play a spell caster of some kind, so I don't have to roll to hit to be effective--I just have no luck with dice. Plus I usually DM, so for dramatic effect, I can fudge dice rolls as needed behind the screen.

One of my players has the worst luck with dice I have ever seen. The first character he played in our group was a paladin. I swear, he never hit once. He still had lots of fun, because he enjoyed roleplaying his character. During his horrible rolling streaks, other players would lend them their dice, which for them rolled average, but in his hands, they would only roll 1, 2, or 3s.

On the other hand, my son--who has played with my tabletop group since he was a teenager--has the most luck with dice I have ever seen. He rolls more natural 20s in one evening than I roll in an entire year. No trick dice or rolling techniques, just luck. I watched him roll three natural 20s in a row in one fight.

When I'm DMing, on the nights he goes out, when he returns home, the players beg him to jump into the game and save them. And he usually does.

Invariably he plays a character that can benefit greatly from critical hits, usually a rogue or a barbarian.

The last adventure we played through was a high level adventure, 5th edition, levels 15-20, and somebody else was DMing. Player characters were allowed one legendary item. So he took in a bear totem barbarian with a vorpal weapon. And 5th edition vorpal weapons are like earlier editions... you roll a natural 20, and the enemy's head is cut off. He was a unstoppable whirlwind of destruction.

Dio, I'm going to pass on that healing word; possibly Teshi will let you retarget it? Mari's insubstantial to all types of damage except force and psychic, so even after the hits she took from B, she's only down 10 HP. With only two surges, I need to make the most of them. Sorry, I really should have explained this properly earlier.

That's ok. I didn't know you could self-heal.

"You are in the red!" I cry, bringing my hammer down on my wounded foe with one hand, gesturing to Val and Mari with the other. "And you are in the black!"

Am I up?

Surprise humorous loot is cool, but if there is a dwarven thrower of some kind, I'm good with that.

"Unhand me, debtors," I shout at the two who have seized me, struggling to shrug them off. "I am a priest of Kol Korran! Would you have the currency of your characters judged counterfeit?"

Her eyes widen at the coin, and she flashes Oleg a nervous smile.  "Oh, no, nothing like that," she says, with forced casualness.  Her back to the other patrons, she mouths be careful.  She gives a tiny wave of a finger to indicate the four cloaked figures, then subtly points to the corner of her eye as she pushes her hair back - they're watching.

"Oh, I see."

Well... they look like a cheerless lot. What to do, what to do...

"Ma'am, a round on me for the gentlemen in the corner."

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Seems they've been holed up in there for a spell. Still, no use skulking about. As if I could skulk at all in this jangly mail.

I shrug and give the door a try, letting out a cheerful, "Hallooo? Kol Korran's wealth be with you."

[Diplomacy Roll(1d20)+8: 19,+8, Total:27]

Quote from: Diogenes on May 27, 2016, 07:12:57 PM

"Right. Let's rendezvous with Leatherleaf's replacement," I say, prodding the lizard forward towards the roadhouse.

"Oleg, I thought our plan was to reconnoiter the bridge and observe the target." I remind the chaplain.

And not stumble into trap.

"Ah, yes. I was getting ahead of myself."

"Hmm... yes... I have seen goats leaping in the Ironroot Mountains, myself. And I trust your judgement on this. The animal has my approval."

Our business concluded, I whistle a quiet hymn to myself while walking back to our company.

She seemed bemused by the whole transaction. That's alright. At least she is happier and wealthier than when we arrived. Ah yes, the Sacrement of Exchange, the Miracle of Currency, the True Meaning of Money--that's what life is all about.

Arriving back at the barn, I inform the others. "Our business here is done. We may depart."