Encounter: Rappin’ Mike the belt-mounted-turntable bard (multiclass Party Dude), chaotic-good turtlefolk. The disc currently in his player is a custom-ripped 45 extended mix of (obviously) “Ninja Rap” by Vanilla Ice and his spells are performed through scratching; additional bonuses could be added if you managed to find him a 45 with some enchantment laid on it. Cannot give Bardic bonuses to stealth or sneak attacks, because I mean look at him.

  • Knuckledusters: +3 on punching attacks
  • Microphone nunchuku: the sounds generated by getting hit with a microphone are simultaneously played over the speakers, drawing attention to the attack to remove a point of Morale from the opponent’s party.
  • Kowa-Cymbal Shields: any time these small brass shields are used to successfully deflect an attack, they deal 3 Sonic damage to the attacker.
  • Rappin’ ‘n Scratchin’ Turntable: Yo, def, dudes! Be chillin’ to the thrillin’! (I have no idea what this is supposed to mean)

Encounter: flouncy insectoid-person of some sort that either has no explanation for itself or refuses to give it, preferring to flit hither and yon in the cold night air; it requests to join your party and assist as it is able. Upon consulting the proper lore, the party discovers that actually it is one of the early larval forms of a Remorhaz. If allowed to gain a sufficient number of XP, it will begin to manifest extra limbs, ravenous hunger, and/or jagged chitonous spines that radiate heat.

Encounter: Mr. Johnson

The quintessential harried everyman, lost in an unfamiliar world, he has simple needs and, quite reasonably, expects them to be fulfilled in a timely and polite manner. His home-realm was a modern city replete with monsters, the majority of
them entirely peaceful and even amiable, even if their way of thinking
was often as alien to him as the streets beneath his feet. While he is not entirely certain how he came to be in the Realms of Adventure (or Greyhawk or Eternia or wherever your campaign is set), he is trying to work out how to return home, and in the meantime is looking for peace and quiet, a comfortable bed at night, and perhaps a reliable stream of income or meals. In the back of his mind, though, he has one question in his mind, which he puts to all he meets: can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?