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The Owyhee River flows through the 1,000-foot deep “Grand Canyon” of Oregon. Named for a trio of Hawaiian trappers exploring the uncharted river, the word Owyhee is derived from an earlier version of “Hawaii.” Today this river is well-known by rafters for its remote beauty and technically challenging rapids. It’s also a protected Wild & Scenic River to ensure its millions of years of history and archaeological value will be preserved for future generations. Photo by Bureau of Land Management.

DM Forgot I'm neutral evil.

After the mayor nearly gets the entire party killed. The party manages to save the town from an orc invasion. The fighter lost an eye, the ranger lost a finger, the halfing rogue broke most of her ribs, the cleric died, the bard is unconscious and critical condition and my sorcerer made it out mostly unscathed except for the death of my crow familiar. Needless to say I’m not in a merciful mood. They are all chaotic good except me, myself and I

DM: The Mayor looks at you with thinly veiled contempt as he turns around from the window from which some of the scenic view overlooking the town is marred by smoke and a couple burning buildings. His daughter is limping and swathed in bandages. Visibly swaying her one arm obviously broken its clear that she’s teetering on death’s door as she slowly makes her way slowly to your position to exit the room to make it to the temple.

Mayor: Expecting a thank you? You have some nerve coming here alone sorcerer. You and your friends have an hour to get out of my town before I have you executed.There will be no payment.

Me: *Laughs* My friends are naive. Always looking for the good in people.They doubted me but I know it was you who opened the gates Mayor.“

DM: The badly wounded daughter slowly turns around her blade in her unbroken hand to face her father.

Me: I slowly raise my hand in a straight line targeting the daughter with the ring of the ram aiming it so both of them will be blasted out the window. “I’m just here for my pound of flesh”.

DM: Chaotic good doesn’t do spiteful murder. You will become evil for this.

OOC Me: You forget DM. I was never chaotic good. You just assumed I was.

DM: Oh shit.

OOC Me: Yep, they’re screwed.

Me: I expend three points for the maximum damage. *Rolls* an 18 targeting her and an near providence roll of 19 targeting her father in front of the window.

DM shaken: They both vanish in a horrid combination of breaking glass and terrified screaming. Its a long way down and the screaming ends with a sickening splat as its not the fall that kills you but the sudden stop at the end.