Capítulo 1: The Colour-Blind Bard
Note: Rogues have a very important role in a party of adventurers. They can be scouts, trappers and even thugs or archers. I usually use mine as sneaky thieves that like to scout ahead and disarm traps. That’s just my opinion. And then I started thinking… usually in the movies the traps involve red and blue wires. What if the Rogue was colour-blind? I mean the Rogue is usually the main disarmer of traps. What would happen to the party that had a colour-blind Rogue? I guess that it would be funny, huh? But then I thought of something, in my opinion, even funnier. Let the Rogue be an expert disarmer of traps that isn’t colour-blind. I mean the guy is like the Master of Disarming Traps. The best! But what if his life depended on the help of a colour-blind party member. Let’s just say that the results weren’t pretty.
“You there! Bard that doesn’t know how to sing! Yes, you! Pull that red lever! Not the blue one. The red one!” – yelled the Rogue.
It had started as a simple quest. Get in inside the dungeon, kill everything that moves and steal everything that doesn’t. Unfortunately, things were never that simple.
The Rogue was trapped inside a hole. And the walls were getting closer and closer. Well, at least his partner hadn’t fall into the hole. There was still hope, the Rogue thought.
“Errr... Sure... A simple task, right?” – said the Bard, his face full of sweat.
“Yeah! Even a bastard like you could do it.”
The Bard didn’t seem very convinced. Was it the right time to explain to the Rogue that he was colour-blind? And risk a great humiliation? He would never be asked to join a party again. And then what? He had bills to pay and instruments to buy.
Better make use of that Bluff skill of his.
“Okay!” – replied the Bard.
The Bard sighed. He didn’t know which one was the red lever. So why think about which one was which? He just pulled one of the levers and prayed for a miracle.
There a loud thud noise.
“What? But that was the blue one! You idiot! You...” – raged the Rogue.
The walls crushed the poor Rogue.
“Errr... Sorry?” – squeaked the Bard.
It had started as a simple quest. Get in inside the dungeon, kill everything that moves and steal everything that doesn’t. Unfortunately, things were never that simple.
The Rogue was trapped inside a hole. And the walls were getting closer and closer. Well, at least his partner hadn’t fall into the hole. There was still hope, the Rogue thought.
“Errr... Sure... A simple task, right?” – said the Bard, his face full of sweat.
“Yeah! Even a bastard like you could do it.”
The Bard didn’t seem very convinced. Was it the right time to explain to the Rogue that he was colour-blind? And risk a great humiliation? He would never be asked to join a party again. And then what? He had bills to pay and instruments to buy.
Better make use of that Bluff skill of his.
“Okay!” – replied the Bard.
The Bard sighed. He didn’t know which one was the red lever. So why think about which one was which? He just pulled one of the levers and prayed for a miracle.
There a loud thud noise.
“What? But that was the blue one! You idiot! You...” – raged the Rogue.
The walls crushed the poor Rogue.
“Errr... Sorry?” – squeaked the Bard.