So I DM a campaign for a couple of my coworkers as well as some other parties (Steph, and a coworker's husband), in the Pugmire setting. Essentially D&D but with uplifted bipedal dogs instead.
After some considerable misadventures whose details need not be related, Jacques Deripaw was recognized as someone who was convicted for murder of a noble and escaped. He tried getting away from the person who recognized him, turn a corner, and hop into a barrel. He rolled horribly and was halfway in when the person saw him, so they just stuffed him the rest of the way into the barrel and called for the town guard. They rolled him to the guardhouse to deal with him in the morning.
Trying to save him: Shepherd, a shepherd (never bothered to pick her name, basically cleric class), and Sammy, with a hat of disguise. Sammy uses his hat to disguise himself as a large nun, tries to go in and ask where the privy is, is pointed to the outhouse 'round back. That doesn't work. They discuss other options.
Leah, playing Shepherd, who has been pretty straight-and-narrow on the morality thus far:
"What if we use fire?"
I shed a tear of goddamn pride at my players, unprompted and this one not even having been told of the misadventures of our Shadowrun party, deciding to use fire to solve their problem. I'd thought that Jacque had had it at this point, but they set fire to the thatched roof, and as the guard hustled out the front with the town drunk in tow, Shepherd went in the back, through a burning building, and rolled the barrel - did I mention the cell was unlocked and they'd just dropped the barrel into it? - rolled the barrel out of the building, down an embankment, it got away from them, hit the gangplank, and bounced upright onto the getaway barge with the town guard none the wiser.
Boter, formerly of TF.N as Boter and DarthArjuna. I like making movies and playing games, in one order or another.