The Power of The Piss Bucket
Context: I DM for my boyfriend and his dad. In our first session, my boyfriend (a dragonborn paladin) found a piss bucket in his cell, carried it around with him, and subsequently broke it. He collected the shards of the wooden bucket, stubbornly insisting that they’d be important later. A few sessions later, the party arrives at a forge that was selling overpriced weapons.
Paladin: I pull out my piss bucket shards and hold them out to the woman. I tell her “These shards hold immense magical power. Many a scholar have told great tales about these wooden shards, and people would kill to have them.”
DM: …roll persuasion
Paladin: *rolls nat 20*
DM: *sigh* you somehow convince this woman that the shards hold immense power. She gleefully trades with you, and gives you not one, but two +1 weapons.
Blacksmith: thank you, kind sir! I can’t believe you’d trade me such amazing, powerful artifacts for only two measly weapons!!
Paladin: yeah I can’t believe it either