So first and foremost: Yes, this campaign is still going. Second: one of the GM’s friends joined in and rolled a paladin that is kind of like a classic samurai in attitude.
GM: [giving the rundown of the characters] He’s a druid and has a wolf as his animal companion. She’s the party rogue, formerly of the circus, and in training to become a thief-acrobat. His barbarian’s name is “Nectar”, pronounced “Nek-Tarr”. Don’t get it wrong. And he’s… a bard. He speaks entirely in limericks.
Paladin: Why?
GM: I didn’t want him to play a bard so I set an impossible standard for him to meet and he met it.
Paladin: Holy fuck that’s amazing.
[Fast forward to when we actually meet the paladin in game.]
GM: You come across the warrior in the clearing, surrounded by a ring of bandit corpses. She cleans off her single-edged sword and sheathes it with a practiced meticulousness. She hears your approach and rises from her station.
Paladin: The battle was long.
I fear I killed far too much.
Do not judge me. Please.
Nectar: This is a mighty warrior indeed! What do you call yourself? Will you fight with us?
Paladin: My name is Elya.
Tell me: Do your cause be just?
If so: I will fight.
Druid: We seek to kill necromancers and their undead legions. What cause can be more just than that?
Paladin: Stand with you, I will.
So, in carnage, I shall bloom,
Like flowers at dawn.
Bard: That verse, I know it true.
I don’t mean to offend you,
But would it be crime
To call your rhyme
The verse known as “haiku”?
DM: [Looks over at his friend] I swear, if you do this, you’re dead to me.
Paladin: You’re trained in your craft
To recognize ancient form.
I like you, indeed.
Bard (OOC): Booyah! Poetry prevails
DM: I am going to find an excuse to kill both of you, I swear.