I had to ask my DM last Saturday if it struck him as odd that I was the only one in the party ordering the kobolds we faced to lay down their weapons and surrender before lobbing
Lesser Cold Orbs at them, when I'm playing the frellin'
Lawful Evil guy?
But then, I should have known the campaign was going to be odd when he decided to saddle my dark, bitter, vengeance-obsessed wizard (I've posted his back story
here) with not one but two comic-relief sidekick NPCs:
The first is a Chaotic Good Faerie Dragon which has become his familiar, answering to the name Murfi.
Marukhos: "You do have a name, I take it?"
Murfi: "Murfinakrashniklirlakarvanakorteratanakreggarchur."
Marukhos: "I'll just call you 'Murfi' if it's all the same to you."
Murfi: "But my name is Murfinakrashniklirlakarvana..."
Marukhos: By the time I've finished shouting 'Look out, Murfi-na-krallish-... kregga-...'"
Murfi: "Murfinakrashniklirlakarvanakorteratanakreggarchur."
Marukhos: "Yes, well, by the time I've finished calling out all that, you could be dead."
Murfi's personality and voice, it should be noted, are based upon Eddie Murphy's performances as the dragon Mushu in Disney's
Mulan and as the Donkey in
Shrek.
The other is a talking, sentient magic item called
The Skillet of Lordly Breakfasts. On command, the Skillet can produce pancakes, toast, french toast, waffles, muffins, bagels, croissants, omelettes, eggs (any style), bacon, sausages, tea, coffee, juice or indeed any sort of breakfast menu food ("But not Canadian bacon. It's just wrong," insists the Skillet) in servings large enough to feed no less than two dozen people at a time.
The big drawback is that the skillet is distressingly chipper and over-eager to please, but it can grow quite insistent, even obsessive, if it isn't asked to provide breakfast in tonnage quantities every five minutes. So it makes constant appeals to its owner to please have some "nice, hot, scrumptious blueberry flapjacks with butter and syrup" and it won't take no for an answer. Neither does it grasp the concept of a light breakfast for one. Fans of
Red Dwarf should recognize the infamous Talking Toaster as a source of inspiration for this one.
The worst part about the Skillet is that it's my own idea come back to haunt me. I always crash at my DM's house on gaming night (the hour-long drive home is not recommended at 3:00 AM when we've only stopped gaming 'cause we're too sleepy to go on), and he makes pancakes the next morning, usually way more than I can finish. About a year ago, I joked that there ought to be a D&D magic item that fixed breakfast they way he did. We both laughed, came up with the name and the Toaster angle, and laughed some more. Well, Marukhos ain't laughing now...
I shudder to think what he'll do with the villain organization I had been designing around the same time - The Imperium of the Forked Tongue: A coalition of various breeds of Lizardmen, Yuan-Ti & Naga (snakemen), Draconians, and many other reptillian races; all wearing samurai armor and riding dinosaurs; led by the dread Serpent Queen Sssth'karra, the last of the malevolent Cobra Dragons cursed into human form; and bent on displacing those pesky human mammals as holders of the Top-of-the-Food-Chain title belt. All I know is, the DM's been painting an awful lot of reptillian miniatures lately...