Don’t Talk to Strangers

thegmsighs:

Our group met an evil entity we didn’t know was evil in the bottom of a deep dark dungeon after fighting several zombie like creatures. This was only the second game for the cleric who had just joined the game previous by running into the players in the dungeon caves. No one knew he was evil at the time. The cleric is a death domain tabaxi.

Cleric: So you just…hang out down here or what?
Entity: I am the guardian of the magic seals. But I need your aid to close them or else more of those creatures may break through.
Rogue: Okay we’ll help you, what do we need to do?
Cleric: First we need to take a long rest because I’m out of everything. But also do you not think this shit is suspicious?
Entity: What do you mean?
Cleric: Listen here dude: my intelligence might be an 8 but my fucking wisdom is an 18 and it’s not wise to trust some rando you meet in the middle of a dungeon!
Rogue: We trusted you!
Cleric: My point exactly!
Fighter: How long have you been down here?
Cleric: Long enough for the voices to stop.
Fighter: …you mean start?
Cleric: No. Stop.

*After discussing what we needed for the ritual and finding out we needed an elf and a magic user, leaving the tabaxi out*
Entity: I’ve never seen anything like you before, except perhaps in alleyways, diving for scraps.
Cleric: And I’ve never seen anything like you before, except in a grave, you corpse looking motherfucker.

*After helping him and destroying the seals*
Entity: *Evil laughter*
Cleric: *Loud, offended gasp* I FUCKING TOLD YOU!