Thievery Does Pay

Posted on August 10, 2017

My very first experience with D&D will always be my most memorable. I’m the DM most of the time now, and sometimes miss being able to do things like I used to—basically shenanigans.

We had a DM at the time that would occasionally get us to roleplay an event that related to our class and/or alignment. I had joined at level ten (this was 3.5 rules), and played an Elven Rogue. I had high skill points in all of the sneakiest things. For my first act, I performed a magic trick in the show and had to explain to the DM how the trick was actually done, then roll Escape Artist and Perform checks. Nailed it, and won a hefty sum of gold.

My first battle I got into I rolled a natural twenty against an Orc standard-bearer with my bow. The DM described in great detail how the arrow passed through his throat. I took his standard and carried it with me until the end of the game.

Back in town it was back to some evil act I had to perform. Using deception checks, and a box filled with vials of water, I managed to convince a local church that I had come from a city swept by a major plague that was likely to reach here, but that they had found an antidote that would save them if they took it before they caught it. They bought my story and I walked away 300G richer.

But my fondest memory was when the party decided they had to talk to the mayor. Our Bard was not the brightest, and decided he would lure the mayor out by plucking his lute strings and then try to charm him. I was having none of that, and while the party went inside the manor I climbed to the second floor of the mayor's house and began to explore.

Downstairs things were going disastrously wrong. The mayor had broken out of the spell half-way through being lead outside, calling for his guards. The party was being battered, and meanwhile I found a secret room that connected him to the band of aggressive Orcs in the area. I found his treasure vault, disabled the traps, solved the puzzles, and by the time the party had crawled limping and struggling with the mayor and his guards dead in a pool of blood I was waiting with a sack for of gold I kept to myself, plus an extra 150G over everyone else for thinking outside the box.

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