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Role-Playing Story Time!

Okay, so, bit of backstory- This was the first ever campaign I had ever played with and we were playing with 2nd edition D&D rules. The group was my cousin “Jeff”, our friend “Arthur”, Arthur’s friend “Jane”, Jane’s friend “Bill” and Jane’s dad, “Daniel”. It’s a couple sessions in and we’re in a town being ruled over by an evil wizard after their benevolent former ruler disappeared like a year ago. So we had infiltrated the castle because the evil wizard was off doing something in a neighboring nation or something. We went in knowing the wizard had somehow befriended or enslaved a red dragon, so we were expecting some other monsters or evil minions to be bumming around the castle and we were trying to take out as many of them as we could to weaken the wizards resources. So, we enter into this room, it’s a pretty large room and on the far half of the room it’s decorated pretty nicely like a bedroom, a couch, dresser, desk, bed, the works, and there’s this scantily clad lady on the bed, with an iron collar around her neck, chained to the wall. The closer half of the room is basically barren except for one thing, a very large cauldron sitting in the corner that’s giving off a scent like a sort of soup. Now most of the group is pretty naive as this is their first campaign, but Daniel was a pretty seasoned player and knew something was up with this lady and being a cleric, had a pretty high wisdom, so he makes a wisdom check and is told that the “soup” in the corner is overwhelmingly garlicy and the lady is casting no shadows from the torches lighting the room and comes to the conclusion that this is basically the evil wizards enslaved vampire mistress. So he casts Silence into her half of the room so she can’t call for aid and to try and mitigate any spells or special abilities she might possess. He quickly explains the situation and that we need to destroy this evil threat! The rest of the group all take a minute to process all this and, collectively, say, “Okay, cool, but like, how?”

See because, at this point, we were like third level characters, completely under equipped to deal with this threat. Jane makes a couple potshots into the vampire with minimal effect, the vampire just grabs the shaft and yanks the arrow out. In steps my genius-ass Half-Elf Rogue who comes up with the brilliant idea to use the soup in the corner to our advantage, he walks over to the cauldron, grabs the ladle and hurls a ladelfull of soup right into the vampires face! Bam! Splash! Ka-bang, right in the kisser! As expected, it has no visible effects and our cleric has to explain to my rogue that garlic soup is not, in fact, holy water. However, we do notice that where the soup covers, the arrow holes in the vampire stop healing! So after much hassle and spending maybe ten minutes giving this basically helpless vampire a garlic/arrow shower, we emerge from the room, victorious! And that’s the story of the time my D&D group liked a vampire with soup.