Heads up, nerds, this is gonna be a long one.
Okay, so my D&D group plays, like, every Wednesday, right? Well. Last week, there was an... incident. Aria, our bard (who is... very... bardic), decides to tank.
... for the hot female necromancer.
... who is the VILLAIN.
The party is understandably upset with her, especially our halfling Barbarian, whose name by the by, is Huwtha Fukaru. He goes by Huw. We love Huw. ANYWAY. After all is said and done and the necromancer is dispatched and Aria has thrown a hissy fit about it, I - as the kind and benevolent God *AHEM* I MEAN DM - got to sit back and watch Aria and Huw interact while our paladin, Amanzi, tried desperately to keep them from killing each other. It went a little something like this:
Amanzi:
Aria: *refuses to admit she is the problem, like the stubborn, dumbass airhead she is*
Huw: *rage, Rage, RAGE! RAAAAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE!*
As I'm sure you can guess, it devolved pretty quickly from there. Amanzi did his best to keep the peace, the poor guy, but uh. Huw and Aria weren't havin' it. Aria was bein all bitchy and attitudinal and Huw was all
... FITE me, biiiiiiih.
Aria:
Huw:
And riiiiiiight before he lost his absolute shit on her, Amanzi pulled out all the stops, intervened, and was just like, "WHOA WHOA WHOA OKAY HO'D UP."
Amanzi to Huw: Just, just, just, just... No. Okay? Just no. Shhh. I'll handle this.
Amanzi to Aria:
It took a while (SIGNIFICANTLY LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE) but Amanzi eventually got everyone calmed down, although when all was said and done it was really kind of like
Huw:
Aria:
Amanzi:
The entire rest of the party, myself included:
Long story short.... I might need a new bard soon. Either that or to re-scale my encounters...
