My brother shared another great DnD story with me.Â
So the adventurers had picked up a girl whoâd caught cold, and as she was coughing some guy on the street offered her candy. Naturally, as they had been well trained by their parents, they refused. The guy apologized and clarified. âMy name is Nicola Ricola,â he explained, âand these are my newly invented cough drops.âÂ
Since heâs just starting his business, he needs money, so he asks the adventuring team to help him raid an ancient city jampacked with treasure. Once, a long time ago, a king demanded he be buried in a huge pyramid + enormous city complex. He got a bunch of slaves to start building, but died partway through construction. They kept working, but the force of his greed was so great that even when they died they got up and kept working. So thereâs this ancient city being constantly expanded and repaired by an army of dead. And of course itâs jampacked with loot.
So they raid the place, and as theyâre headed out Nicola mentions in an aside that heâs glad that curse wasnât true. They pressure him, but he just says something is supposed to happen to anyone who steals the treasure, but theyâre fine.Â
A while later, he contacts them again asking for protection duty. Something has been killing off other members of the expedition. They take shelter in a room and then hear something banging down the hallway toward them. The door flies open, and the kingâs sarcophagus pounds into the room. It deflects all their attacks with its evil magic, until Nicola flings a cough drop at it. Then it turns and bounces away again, never to be seen again. Because nothing stops a coffin like Ricola.
I just have to make my peace with the fact that my brother is a better DM than I will ever be.
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