( the lawful good paladin to the chaotic neutral rogue at the start of a new campaign. (via outofcontextdnd) )
DM: The bookcase swings open to reveal a dark stairway.
Human Artificer: Guys, we should go slowly. There might be traps.
Warforged Knight: I shove the sac of organs aside and throw myself down the stairs in an attempt to set off any traps.
DM: You arrive at the bottom of the stairs only a little worse for wear. No traps have been set off.
Warforged Knight: IT IS SAFE TO PROCEED MY FLESHY MEATSACK COMPANIONS!
overprotective parents raise the best liars.
but seriously, i mean i don´t even do bad things and i have to lie a lot