I ran the Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign with some new players a couple years ago. I had one player who was painfully suspicious of all things, so he refused to wear his wings in the Witchlight carnival that marks him a valid patron of the carnival.
That means...
unbeknownst to him, he was susceptible to the hags’ minions per their agreement. I had multiple carnival hands REALLY implore that he wear the wings, but he was stubborn. Oh well…
He managed to dodge a “Can I get your name?” trap that would have robbed him of his nobility along with his Noble background features. Not out of being wise to the trick, but just pure avoidance of anyone that seemed to want anything from him.
But then I had a lornling running away from an apparent theft. It bumped into sowpig as it booked it to the Hall of Illusions and knocked her down into some mud. She asked the suspicious player, “could I get an arm?” and he reached out and helped her up. She said “thanks” with a malicious grin and went the same direction as the lornling. He failed his check to detect what had happened, only feeling a general sense of loss. So it was a bit before he realized that she had stolen his ability to use melee weapons. Pretty rough for a Barbarian. Ooops!
But it did make for some great alternative combat situations. The fight in Bavlorna’s house where he grappled each lornling in the room that were dodging everyone else’s attacks and just yeeted them out the window to drown in the lake below was fun.
I ran the Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign with some new players a couple years ago. I had one player who was painfully suspicious of all things, so he refused to wear his wings in the Witchlight carnival that marks him a valid patron of the carnival.
That means...
unbeknownst to him, he was susceptible to the hags’ minions per their agreement. I had multiple carnival hands REALLY implore that he wear the wings, but he was stubborn. Oh well…
He managed to dodge a “Can I get your name?” trap that would have robbed him of his nobility along with his Noble background features. Not out of being wise to the trick, but just pure avoidance of anyone that seemed to want anything from him.
But then I had a lornling running away from an apparent theft. It bumped into sowpig as it booked it to the Hall of Illusions and knocked her down into some mud. She asked the suspicious player, “could I get an arm?” and he reached out and helped her up. She said “thanks” with a malicious grin and went the same direction as the lornling. He failed his check to detect what had happened, only feeling a general sense of loss. So it was a bit before he realized that she had stolen his ability to use melee weapons. Pretty rough for a Barbarian. Ooops!
But it did make for some great alternative combat situations. The fight in Bavlorna’s house where he grappled each lornling in the room that were dodging everyone else’s attacks and just yeeted them out the window to drown in the lake below was fun.