Well, I mean, it IS the law
So let me set the scene. The dungeon the party was in was ruined to the point where the stone brick walls were starting to “melt”. The party of four had just reached a door when the elderly undead Warlock of the group holds up his hand to halt everyone. He points his scythe at the door and says “We need to watch our step, ‘cause whatevers behind this door is pulsin’ out magic somethin’ fierce”. The Rogue, in his drunken stupor, unlocked the door in an instant and the darkened corridor filled with the scent of blood and iron. As the party is shuffling silently into the room, the young Druid of the group pointed towards the center of the room where she could make out a dim glow that lay close to the ground. The Ranger began to panic a little, as she was a close combat fighter and recognized the glow. A full suit of Heavy Enchanted Armour sat in it’s eerie glow. The scene then played out a little something like this
Ranger: ooooOOOHHH, nopenopenope. I can’t deal with that, dude. Hooo, nope
Rogue: Ah, don’t'cha worry, ye wee lass. That thing there couldn’t hear a boulder- *uninteligable slurs as Skype gives out at the perfect time*
Rogue OOC: I’m gonna fuckin’ sneak past this bitch
DM: *withholds a loud snort* Bruh, do it you won’t
Rogue: *rolls an 18 and begins to sneak towards a door down the way*
The Armor: *Jolts up at full attention, bellowing* STOP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, CRIMINAL! *Charges at full speed towards him*
Rogue: WHAT’S THE CRIME? *In a drunken rage*
The Armor: * freezing in place, having never been asked this before* I-… UHM… THE CRIME IS LIVING, AND THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH!!!
Warlock: *raising his hand* S'cuse me, sir, but I’m not alive, may I pass?
The Armor: …..PROCEED?