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Permit me to set this scene from our D&D game, because we achieved Totally Cinematically Ridiculous.
Dramatis Personae:
* Ser Bellarion Of The Summer Wilds, once accurately described as "the entire cast of Queer Eye in the body of a unicorn cleric"
* Ardus, whose fuse is shorter than he is (halfling barbarian/paladin)
* Punai, closeted tiefling wizard
* Durgo, half-orc warlock
* Ammon, party NPC rogue because sometimes ya just gotta open a door and he likes hanging out with interesting weirdos
The party's actual purpose is slightly obscure even to the party, but in a chain of events starting with "why did someone bomb the street outside our bar" we have wound up engaged in a petty war against demon cultists, who we have pursued to an abandoned building full of squatters we have not bothered.
Our attempts to sneak up on the demon cultists were somewhat thwarted by Ammon falling through the floor when he went to check a door, so we just bashed the door down and found two cultists handing the mcguffin out a window to a trio of devils, with another devil or demon (I have no idea if this edition of D&D makes that distinction solidly) guarding them.
Chaos largely ensued, including Ardus declaring that Durgo should just burning hands the room, he could take it, and failing his save-for-no-damage, and Punai on her third and fourth attempts to cast a combat spell with a to-hit roll failing to hit. (This is perfectly in character; she started out knowing no levelled combat spells because they didn't suit her background. She fought with acid splash, because that was useful in her previous role as a scholar for making etching plates. So she's apparently having a hard time getting a hang of hitting things.) Long story short: the beings in the room were polished off, while the devils with the mcguffin were flying away low across the rooftops.
Rooftop chase! The raging barbarian leapt out the window onto the adjoining roof and swung onto the back of the unicorn who followed him, and they careened off across the rooftops in hot pursuit. The three remaining party members tried to make the same leap; the wizard succeeded, but only by uncurling her usually-hidden tail to actually do the balance thing properly, which the two plummeters had the opportunity to spot.
Halfling and unicorn manage to nearly catch up with the surviving devils, halfling taking pot shots with a bow the whole way and downing two of them. The devil swoops down to a waiting stagecoach to drop the mcguffin in the hand of its passenger, while a cloaked and behatted guard turns to face the impending chaos.
The unicorn ~*~*~*~*~leaps~*~*~*~*~ from the roof, plunging his horn into the guard, knocking off his hat and revealing him to be some sort of devil!
The halfling #%#leaps#%# from the back of the leaping unicorn and ... faceplants on top of the stagecoach.
The rest of the party arrives as combat begins in a flurry of chaos and several invisible imps swarm, with the devil, to attack the halfling, who is very surrounded but also very dextrous. He manages to finish off the devil, and then uses his shield to knock the coach driver off the stagecoach just as the wizard, trying to use the acid splash to damage the harness and keep the horses from being able to pull effectively, instead panics the horses.
The stagecoach careens across the alley and crashes, just as the devil goes down; the rogue pursues the coach passenger and catches him in a flying tackle, sending the mcguffin flying, which was promptly snatched by another party, who disappeared into the distance, hotly pursued by the warlock's familiar.
The unicorn comes over and sits on said passenger, commenting that humanoids seem to like riding horses with never so much as a thank you and how did he feel about the tables being turned.
The passenger did not think much of that.
The guard arrived. Now, the module has writeups for what happens when/if the party gets arrested, because murder hoboes, but our party has managed to become "Oh, hey, those guys again, good job" to the local constabulary, so they took the unicorn's acidic comments about how they have an imp and cultist problem in good humor and instead said we seemed to have applied certain palliative properties to the situation.
The fellow being sat on was not at all happy about being captured.
The warlock drawled, "If you didn't wanna be captured, you shouldn'ta done bad things."
And... scene.
(With flying unicorn having led a successful glorious galloping rooftop chase.)
Dramatis Personae:
* Ser Bellarion Of The Summer Wilds, once accurately described as "the entire cast of Queer Eye in the body of a unicorn cleric"
* Ardus, whose fuse is shorter than he is (halfling barbarian/paladin)
* Punai, closeted tiefling wizard
* Durgo, half-orc warlock
* Ammon, party NPC rogue because sometimes ya just gotta open a door and he likes hanging out with interesting weirdos
The party's actual purpose is slightly obscure even to the party, but in a chain of events starting with "why did someone bomb the street outside our bar" we have wound up engaged in a petty war against demon cultists, who we have pursued to an abandoned building full of squatters we have not bothered.
Our attempts to sneak up on the demon cultists were somewhat thwarted by Ammon falling through the floor when he went to check a door, so we just bashed the door down and found two cultists handing the mcguffin out a window to a trio of devils, with another devil or demon (I have no idea if this edition of D&D makes that distinction solidly) guarding them.
Chaos largely ensued, including Ardus declaring that Durgo should just burning hands the room, he could take it, and failing his save-for-no-damage, and Punai on her third and fourth attempts to cast a combat spell with a to-hit roll failing to hit. (This is perfectly in character; she started out knowing no levelled combat spells because they didn't suit her background. She fought with acid splash, because that was useful in her previous role as a scholar for making etching plates. So she's apparently having a hard time getting a hang of hitting things.) Long story short: the beings in the room were polished off, while the devils with the mcguffin were flying away low across the rooftops.
Rooftop chase! The raging barbarian leapt out the window onto the adjoining roof and swung onto the back of the unicorn who followed him, and they careened off across the rooftops in hot pursuit. The three remaining party members tried to make the same leap; the wizard succeeded, but only by uncurling her usually-hidden tail to actually do the balance thing properly, which the two plummeters had the opportunity to spot.
Halfling and unicorn manage to nearly catch up with the surviving devils, halfling taking pot shots with a bow the whole way and downing two of them. The devil swoops down to a waiting stagecoach to drop the mcguffin in the hand of its passenger, while a cloaked and behatted guard turns to face the impending chaos.
The unicorn ~*~*~*~*~leaps~*~*~*~*~ from the roof, plunging his horn into the guard, knocking off his hat and revealing him to be some sort of devil!
The halfling #%#leaps#%# from the back of the leaping unicorn and ... faceplants on top of the stagecoach.
The rest of the party arrives as combat begins in a flurry of chaos and several invisible imps swarm, with the devil, to attack the halfling, who is very surrounded but also very dextrous. He manages to finish off the devil, and then uses his shield to knock the coach driver off the stagecoach just as the wizard, trying to use the acid splash to damage the harness and keep the horses from being able to pull effectively, instead panics the horses.
The stagecoach careens across the alley and crashes, just as the devil goes down; the rogue pursues the coach passenger and catches him in a flying tackle, sending the mcguffin flying, which was promptly snatched by another party, who disappeared into the distance, hotly pursued by the warlock's familiar.
The unicorn comes over and sits on said passenger, commenting that humanoids seem to like riding horses with never so much as a thank you and how did he feel about the tables being turned.
The passenger did not think much of that.
The guard arrived. Now, the module has writeups for what happens when/if the party gets arrested, because murder hoboes, but our party has managed to become "Oh, hey, those guys again, good job" to the local constabulary, so they took the unicorn's acidic comments about how they have an imp and cultist problem in good humor and instead said we seemed to have applied certain palliative properties to the situation.
The fellow being sat on was not at all happy about being captured.
The warlock drawled, "If you didn't wanna be captured, you shouldn'ta done bad things."
And... scene.
(With flying unicorn having led a successful glorious galloping rooftop chase.)
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