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Last night's D&D session went swimmingly, as our characters settle a bit more into the situation they find themselves. Tarab, our gruff cleric and Fiatal, our charming rogue, are teamed up with Rook, my paladin, snooping around places they probably should not, in good conscience, be snooping.

I love being a paladin, but it does require some fancy mental footwork, particularly when working with rogues. Of course, that's half the fun. Possibly two-thirds.

"I cannot in good conscience condone snooping around on other people's property, so I'm just going to turn my back here and trust that you'll do the right thing."

Paladin: "I will assume, of course, that you acquired such skills in a legitimate field such as locksmithing or being in the circus."
Cleric: "You really are naive, good paladin."
Rogue: "I sure was in the circus!"
Paladin: "I suspected as much."
Cleric: mutters something unintelligible.

Rogue: "A paladin with a sense of humor? I'm astonished."
Paladin: "They only recently started allowing us to take orders, under the Paladins With Disabilities Act."

Our rogue doesn't make it easy on me, insisting on using words like "trespassing" and whatnot. On the other hand, she also provides a convenient loophole, since a paladin who wouldn't dream of trespassing into a dark passage in someone else's warehouse also wouldn't dream of allowing a lady to go unescorted into possible danger in (for example) a dark passage in someone else's warehouse. Chivalry would never stand for it!

Definitely the best moment of the night, however, goes to a brilliant typo by our cleric. Tarab attempted to peer over Rook's shoulder, but...somehow an R was omitted. The resulting crude jokes kept us going for half the night.


"typo"?!

You mean you aren't crowded around a table covered with paper, lead figures, and dice, with jolt cola and doritos fueling the activities? My world is slightly crushed. Can it truly be called d & d?

I also first read the Rogue's name as FLATAL, as in, relating to flatus. If I ever have to come up with a fictional name, I know which direction to turn.

"Flatus, the halfling assassin, who was silent--but deadly."

Can I have a Mountain Dew?!

Ahhhh, that reminds me of a game my friends and I played a year or two ago. The party was essentially a bunch of rogues who had picked up a paladin-esque very sweet, very naive. (The party consisted of a con-artist, a cat-burglar, a pirate, and a professional gambler.) We often told the paladin-esque one that the cat-burglar was a "carpenter" which she believed right up till the end. XD

Ted and I have been watching the Sharpe's movies, the first of which contained this memorable exchange:

Sharpe: Have you got a pick lock, Cooper?
Cooper: -hands over a pick lock- Are you sure you know what you're about, Leftenant?
Sharpe: Trust me.
Cooper: It's hard to trust a man who's just asked to borrow a pick lock, sir.

I am much reminded of your campaign. Or the other way around. :)

*must go watch!*

Of course, I've been saying that since before LotR came out, so...

I usually think those situations call for a "Greater Good" rationalization. Yeah, you're breaking and entering, but you're investigating demon smugglers! That's far worse than most rogues, and you can deal with the shifty guy in your party later, or give him sad, disappointed looks all the time.

The peering incident reminds me of an unfortunate typo posted in the forums of a MUD I played briefly, with someone trying to shift in her saddle and missing the F.

You know, it's all in how you design the Paladin. See, my Paladin (Paladin/Rogue multiclass) would be *ideal* with a group of rogues, assuming the rogues weren't thieving bastards. See, usually, he's just a traveling minstrel, singing tales of heroism across wide-spread lands.

But once he finds a den of evil, tyranny, and/or villainy, he dons a masked costume and becomes a holy version of Zorro. Under the name "The Holy Avenger" he's all about being dashing and roguey, bypassing innocent soldiers and guards trying to just feed their families and finding his way to the head tyrant to challenge him to honorable one-on-one combat.

(PS: If any of you wonder how that fits the 'lawful' aspect of the code, remember: lawful and chaotic are *universal* concepts in the D&D world. The Paladin follows a higher law, he does not follow the frequently unfair laws of mortal kingdoms and tyrants.)

The Paladin class is an interesting way of exploring what you think about such matters. It's complicated for most American players because there is such a strong streak of chaos/roguishness in the American ethos that most of us find ourselves fudging things so that play is easier. A truly Lawful character would be very uncomfortable with a lot of the ethical finagles you recount here, and not necessarily approve of the "higher law" gimmick wolfbrotherjoe describes.

(I think about this kind of thing a lot because my old dungeon too place in a Cherokee setting, and the Cherokee were a very Lawful culture, to an extent that many people find upsetting.)

Paladins With Disabilities Act...

*worships*

The rogue wouldn't happen to have any Hungarian roots would she? Fiatal means young in Hungarian.

Linguist Powers, Activate!

Fiatal? Does someone in your group speak Hungarian, or is that a coincidence?

(fiatal is Hungarian for young or juvenile... there's some "bimbo" overtones if the character is female)

Pfft. Leave those RELEVANT posts to the other guys.

Re: Linguist Powers, Activate!

...I hope that isn't a female cleric...

If so, I hope her God isn't Aphrodite.

I would (almost) pay to be privy to these sessions.

Where do you guys log on?

peer over Rook's shoulder, but...somehow an R was omitted.

can you imagine rolling a 1 one that.

That's alarmingly similar to what's been happening in my game, 'cept I'm the rogue, and somehow the paladin got it into his head that I'm a good person. Initially, I used it to manipulating him into making a sales pitch to the authorities for me, but it worked so well that I felt guilty, and now I'm fighting a duel to protect his honor. Ain't life funny?

But I now have an entire fabricated backstory that I tell the paladin, where my father was a locksmith (I happened to pick up the trade.) and I spent time as a traveling performer. An acrobat, in fact. Where did you think I picked up those skills, cat burglary? (Those dangerous looking men who showed up a while ago? Oh, they're my old friends. From my... performing troupe. That man with the scar is really quite the juggler, you should see him sometime. They certainly aren't members of my old gang who want revenge for that heist that went bad...)

Ah, paladins are such a blast. Especially when they introduce themselves as follows:

"I am the light in the darkness! I am the hope which shines through all despair! I have been empowered to bring order to this, and by my honor I shall! Also, my name is Egrem."

(Egrem, not surprisingly, was the first to bite it, much to everyone's sorrow.)

By the way, today's Digger really struck me with how good you are. You use black and white a lot better than most people. Which is part of why I'm reading it again, even after losing two months to a move and not realizing it was subscription. It's worth not knowing what happened for twenty pages because it's just that good.