I have to share my mule story.
So I play Role Master with a group of old nerds, and that shit is so heavy with all the tables and the maths and all the bullshit, it's hilarious.
Before we headed out of the village we bought a mule to carry some stuff. Named it Sa-mule. Then we were traveling along and some sort of a demon first kidnapped one of the PCs and then showed up a bit later with our pal in a sack, saying we can have him back if we trade him for a soul. I suggested the mule, the DM rolled in secret, and then his face did a thing (I assume because the roll indicated that this fucking demon is actually going to accept the mule offering). So the demon goes "yeah actually I am kinda hungry", sucks the life out of the mule and gives our friend back.
Ok so now we are muleless. We distribute the stuff that the mule was carrying amongst ourselves and carry on traveling. The DM rolls a random encounter table, and his face does a thing.
And there, hanging out in a glade, is a mule. So we inspect the situation, and it's genuinely just, there's a mule, no owner in sight, perception check indicates that this mule's owner has not been around in months. So I guess we have a mule now, again. Set up all the previous mule's gear like saddle bags and things on the new mule, name it Sa-mule the Second, and off we go.
DM rolls the random encounter table. Him face.
We encounter a mule XD A very old and aged mule that seems to be all alone and on its last legs. We left it be and continued on our way, while the table lost their collective minds over all the damn mules XD














