the twelth dwarf
So a friend of our group is playing for the first time and the DM did a short and free round (with no particular story). This friend was playing an Orc (who wasn’t exceptionally smart).
DM: You wake up in a dark, small room, you can see a lot of tiny furniture etc. around you.
Orc: I try to smash the walls. *manages to roll something decent but nothing good*
DM: Suddenly a dwarf appears in the doorway attracted by the wall banging and is kinda unhappy that you try to rampage through his home.
Orc: I smash the dwarf.
DM: … what? Why?! It’s just a dwarf!
DM: okay fine … You kill the dwarf but from the noise, suddenly, twelve dwarf kids and the father appear.
S/o from the party: YOU KILLED THEIR MUM?!
Orc: SMASH EM!
DM: WHAT?? These are dwarf kids what is wrong with you?
Orc: … okay fine I kill eleven kids and rip the dads arm off.
DM: … how is that even better? FINE. You kill eleven dwarf kids and rip off the arm of their dad who presumably dies if nobody comes and helps which seems pretty unlikely after you murdered his whole family.
Me: You know this actually sounds like the start of one of these fantasy books where a lone kid has to avenge his murdered family. I bet they’d call it “The twelth Dwarf” and it would be epically stupid.
DM: Yeah better keep an eye on the last dwarf.
Orc: Should I better kill him then now?