We were playing a Space Opera setting campaign. The GM had created the setting himself, and it was, overall, based equally on Original Series Trek and Babylon 5.
Our characters were all somehow involved in the marriage of a Princess of one stellar nation to the Prince of another. These star nations had been at war for a very long time, and hated each other on "general principal", but were trying to rise above it and create peace.
The Princess was a PC, the Prince an NPC. All the other PC's were in the Princess' retinue, including her bodyguard (me), and the captain of the flagship.
The Prince and his entourage arrive aboard our ship, and all they do is make snide comments and complain. The Prince, especially, is extremely vocal in how unimpressed he is with our Navy and its vessels.
The most memorable exchange came during the wedding reception. The Princess was standing with the Prince, as the new bride and groom, and there were dignitaries and officials, as well as bodyguards, milling about.
"Well," said the Prince," that ceremony was...adequate, I suppose. Not as sumptuous or grand as the ceremonies we have back home. But I suppose that would be because of the cramped accomodations aboard this small little starship."
"But Milord," the ship's captain protested," this is the largest starship in the Astarri Star Navy. It is the flagship of the fleet!"
The Prince looked down his nose at the Admiral. "How...unfortunate, that your entire star navy should be crowned by something so small and unimpressive."
At which point the Princess smirked and interjected," It is my fervent hope that your government has not supplied me with anything with which I would have a similar complaint."
Having just encountered a Sucubus, the party's cleric of Pelor gleefully declared, "A Sucubus? Touch Attacks, here I come!"
From a different game (Record of Lodoss Wars, D&D3E), these gems.
From the High Elf Wizardess.
"I've only been a lady for a couple of days. It's very hard work!"
"Why would there be any problems with us travelling through the 'Forest of No Return'?"
"What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that wizard's staff!"
From my character.
"Excuse my Elf, she's a friend."
"And they wonder why I want to kill things."
"What do I do for a living? Basically, I kill things."
And just to throw a Champions one in the mix...
The party gadgeteer had, as many do, become our quartermaster. He had devised many tools and weapons for us, and came up with a 2d6 continuing RKA w/ AoE:radius. He called it a Fuel Air Thermite grenade, or FAT grenade. After having used it in a couple of sessions against robots and zombies (our GM finally realized the low book-keeping needed for low BODY automatons), our team faced of against Half-Jack. With most of us out cold, the hardened gunfiighter (who had the most unfortunate term for removing the pin of a grenade, as you will soon see) turned to the GM and said, "So it's just me and Half-Jack? Okay. I crack a FAT, and show it to him."
Weldun reacted to input.jack in Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
Weldun got a reaction from death tribble in Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
