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My character Lugger, a INT 8 trollkin with a common sense skill of 40%, was exploring Fjallhallenberg Castle with Gavlin, a dwarf who had saved his life on numerous occations before (with DIs on a couple of occations too).
During a relatively easy fight, Lugger fumbles and hits nearest friend for critical damage. With his shortsword with Firesword Deluxe cast on it, he choppes off the top of Gavlin's head. Horrified, glues Gavlin's head back on, and DI to Zorak Zoran to resurrect him (failing his common sense roll). Gavlin's wakes up, but seems a bit brain damaged - and Lugger have to tell him what to do in the start. When the other members in the group wanted to take Gavlin's stuff (he was carrrying Iron ringmail and plate, Mostal's spare axe, and extreme amounts of matrixes, crystals and other magic), Lugger had to tell him to kill anyone who tried to steal from him. After some weeks of having to be told what to, he seemed to be back to normal. His player was pissed as h*ll! Gavlin Grudgemaker, an automated Zorani Zombie with an extensive set of embedded commands, is currently the innkeeper of Alastor's Skull Inn in the Big Rubble.
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Our characters where cursed "to never know rest nor home", the upside of which meant that we could not die, as that would give us our final rest.
Later, while running from some tentacled horror, as is always prudent in CoC, my character was grabbed and squeezed until his body exploded into bloody chunks. Always thinking of others one of the party stopped and picked up a bloody chunk and took it with him. He then fed the chunk, by placing it in a small bowl of blood to start, until I grew back. The character was never quite right after that. |
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