So i decided to give my characters a decent magic item, an iron crown that granted the user to add radiant damage and allowed them to gain a flying speed yet since none knew identify they didnt know it was cursed until one of them put it on, Welle (pronounced Well) the Sorcerer.
Welle OOC: so this thing hurts me after an hour of flying?
Me: You seem to get that impression
Welle OOC: I take it off
Me: As you got to take it off you find out that its just stuck on your head
Welle OOC: right i have a plan
Welle: When i go unconcious get this and heal me
-Welle is eventually rendered unconcious 2 more times trying different ways to remove the crown-
Welle OOC: Can i just roll a strength check to pull it off
Me: Sure, why not
Welle OOC: NAT 20 *very proud* anything?
Welle OOC: but nat 20 *annoyed and sad that a nat 20 failed*
- Everytime he’s acting a bit proud I now just randomly ask him “Hows the hat?” and he just responds “Fuck you” -
I don’t know what love is, if I think about it. I think nobody knows what it is, because if we knew there wouldn’t be failed marriages and failed relationships. I think everytime we fail, we learn a little more about what it should be and can be. Every time we kiss a frog, we know we’re one step closer to finding the prince, but is there really a prince. I don’t know what love is, and I don’t think anybody knows.