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- You ever have to use that thing? - No.
- No player's ever pissed me off that much. Yet.
- Not that a dart gun would stop anyone challenging a GM call.
- You'd be surprised. Nerds take that "aim away from face" warning pretty seriously.
- Ever been tempted?
- And the second trap goes off. - What?
- Uh, no, no, no, no, no. That rule's from Fourth Edition, not Fifth. See? Evan?
- Please! Just let me get past the door without taking damage from a dart. Is it poison?
- No sooner spoken than broken. - Silence!
- First result!
- I'll lose my last potion and I need it for whatever's BEHIND the door!
- I'm gonna die! Noctus will die!
- Let's just say that if a player ever gets hit by a dart from that gun, it means they really *** up.
- There's a reason it's called The Exiler.
- *** yeah!
- *** yes.
- That's how I roll.
- Ow!
- Felnor Forest stands between us and Sir Kelleth's keep.
- Half-orcs guard its borders.
- We can't risk any half-orc getting their hands on the Eleventh Eye.
- It's settled, then. Biff and I will guard the Eleventh Eye here, while Noctus and Astra secure passage through the forest.
- You're splitting the party.
- I thought we might roleplay. Do some deep character exploration.
- Of Will's character? Thirty-five seconds, tops.
- When you're done, you know where we'll be.
- So . . . instead of the action, we just wait.
- You signed us up for less fun!
- Corillia's never had a chance to talk with Biff privately.
- All we need is passage through the forest. - None pass!
- We still remember what happened the last time you came through here!
- That was a misunderstanding!
- Your friend married the chieftan's daughter and then ran off in the middle of the night!
- Biff did WHAT?
- Actually, that was Corillia.
- I envy your carefree attitude, Biff. The life of a mage is one of rigorous study and discipline.
- Uh, rangers shoot things . . . in forests. We talk to plants? It's boring.
- That's why you took up adventuring?
- Actually, it's cause Arthur said I'd get to hit Evan with foam sticks.
- Biff, aren't there other things that thrill you?
- I am not exciting enough for you?
- We're just waiting for Astra and Noctus to come back.
- Why just wait?
- We're running out of time! - And I am running out of patience!
- If you don't leave right now I'll send a missive—to the King!
- No! Not that! Anything but that!
- Let's go.
- Okay, *** it!
- Wait! He's one of the strongest NPCs on the continent. He can kill a PC in one hit!
- Well, I suppose if you put it that way—what the ***?
- Silent Strike!
- A rogue always finds his target.
- Killstealer!
- (laughter)
- Biff, what do you think of elves?
- Well, I mean, uh, the ears are cute. I used to get the weirdest *** watching Fern Gully.
- Did you now?
- Check!
- (long sigh)
- Will, "Check" means stop playing.
- It looks like they stopped playing a while ago.
- It's just character development!
- Yeah! I was just saying how being a ranger totally sucks, and that got Corillia all hot, and— - It's all in character. It's okay!
- Yeah, yeah, totally in character.
- Oh, so Biff has something for 200-year-old women!
- What?
- Well, elves only go through puberty at 200 years old, during the Ritual of the Wooded Binding.
- Okay, whatever. Age won't stop Biff from exploring the Southern Temple of ***. - Check!
- Southern Temple of *** . . .
- Ew. Ew. Ew.