THE CAST:
John: GM
Brendan: Slag, the troll
Chris: Gmork, the troll (Frankenstein)
Jen: "Bobzhnak" the Uruk-hai
Amy: Villanelle, Gondorian "mage"
Rich: #38, half troll
Kurt: Cutter McGrffin, Dunlending
Steve: Dunlending #2
On music boxes, simple:
Rich: I do want to get two hobbits in a box before I die.
On bling:
Rich: It's a pretty crappy wagon, but it has rims.
On freedom and necessity:
John: No one's gonna get eaten unless it's… you know… necessary.
On gift horses and mouths:
John: Arguably the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your life walks up to your table.
Cutter McGriffin: Did you order one of those, because I didn't!
On ideas for smoking out Smaug:
Rich: Yeah, we could tag his cave. "Smaug Sucks! Laketown Rules!"
On innuendos, unintentional?:
Amy: I'd like to see his magic lantern.
Kurt: If that doesn't work, I'd like to see his magic lantern. If he doesn't swing one way, we'll get him the other way.
On the half troll attacking Dunlending #2:
Chris/Gmork: Ah, baby's first punch.
Slag: Why we punching him?
On names for Dunlending #2, and the joys of undercover ops:
Villanelle: (to Cutter) You're our father, you name him.
Kurt: Ass fungus.
Steve: (to Amy) Thank you.
On randomness:
It was decided (by the party, not the GM) that Bard is a bicurious alcoholic with a goatee.
On scheduled unpleasantness:
Amy: Were we supposed to meet back up and have a fight?
On fireworks, primitive but fun:
Jen: We'll make you fireworks. We'll throw some on-fire cows in the air for you.
On games:
Brendan: Tee ball.
John: With people?
Brendan: Yeah. First human sits up - "pop" [mimes swinging bat]
On puns:
Rich: I got a +2 battleaxe. It's a mother in law.
On lobbing flaming cows at the town:
Steve, Chris and Brendan: (to the tune of "It's Raining Men") It's raining cows…