Arrow! Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and always I have recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true King under the Mountain, go now and speed well"
DM: “Okay, fine. But after this you can’t use it again.”






DM: “You enter a room. There are three dead bodies lined up along the wall, each with a mysterious sigal etched into their foreheads. Also, you see a clown.”
Player 1: “I sense motive on the clown.”
Player 2: “I talk to the clown.”
Player 3: “Omg, my parents were killed by clowns. I wrote the DM 300 pages of fiction about it. I draw my sword and prepare to fight!”
DM: “Damn, why aren’t these players interested in my clues?”