Ragitsu

I, too, prefer "What."
 
 

At least the Cleric is beholden to a mythos/deity while limited to an Alignment (plus, they are frequently associated with a clergy...which typically involves a degree of study to go with those countless prayers). The Sorcerer, however, yes, is a video game-y blast-happy class that requires not a whit of study and the Warlock's fealty to an entity is - the overwhelming majority of the time - nominal.

"You...how did you survive the banshee's wail?"
"I have a young daughter; that is nothing by comparison."

If they've been warned and they still do it, it's fair game. You reap what you sow.
 
Of course, that would be a Second Age adventure. Most Middle-earth games are set in the Third Age, where the surviving Elves of Eregion have long abandoned the area. So the consequences may not be too severe.

Interactive story: George went with two other MHI personnel (my initial guess was the Driver and the Sniper, but it could be just about any two) out to check out some fragmentary reports of “big ugly flying things” in the high Cascades a few miles south of Mount Baker. After getting to a high isolated viewpoint, they spotted two large winged humanoids flapping below. These were gargoyles, and after a couple of rifle shots – unclear whether they missed or bounced off – the gargoyles got sight of them and started gaining altitude to attack. George’s “thump gun” (the M79 grenade launcher) was very important in the trio getting out alive despite its modest range and low rate of fire, but it took more than just firepower to make that happen.
 
The really awkward part began after the second gargoyle was dispatched. (The first one had had the decency to drop into a rockfall under a rock scarp, where a broken stone golem would blend right in with the natural rubble.) That second one, killed in flight, fell into a section of forest actively being clear-cut by loggers, though thankfully not literally on their heads. Finding that dead thing was hard; manhandling the dead twelve-foot stone thing into the truck was another; and getting out of there without a mess of forest workers asking What in the actual f--- was yet another. But to get paid you had to have the corpse….

"You...how did you survive the banshee's wail?"
"I have a young daughter; that is nothing by comparison."

"You...how did you survive the banshee's wail?"
"I have a young daughter; that is nothing by comparison."

"Whose side are you on?"
"Why, the same side you are, Commander. My own."

I typically find myself objecting to an elaborate history if it is an obvious attempt to gain advantages beyond that which is entitled to the Player Character's Race/Class/Level and if I am aware that the Player Character mortality rate is high (I'd rather not see someone go the distance only to dash their expectations). However, if the material presented is genuinely well-written/a joy to read and if it provides me with ample adventure potential for said Player Character, I'll probably allow the indulgence.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dökkálfar_and_Ljósálfar

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