Post taken from Reddit, made by u/Zagorath who is likely @[email protected] here, and transcription taken from u/flippant_gibberish OCRing it on Reddit.
Transcription:
Have you ever watched Animaniacs? Have you ever seen any of the “Chicken Boo” episodes?
We had been playing a campaign for quite some time, allowing us to become high level. During the course of our game, our druid Onar took the Leadership feat after earning the respect of his peers in the Gatekeeper sect. He awakened his animal companion and took him as a cohort. We were somewhat perplexed by Onar’s decision to have the bear take all his PC levels in rogue, especially by the amount of money that Onar spent buying his cohort magic items that boosted the disguise skill.
During a timeskip, Meatfists the awakened bear rogue had resurfaced as Mr. Bearington, a gentleman of high society wearing specially tailored bear sized suits and a monocle. A dandy of few words, he was a respected patron of the arts, medicine, and a known connoisseur of gourmet cooking. His attendance at upper crust functions was expected and though his thick accent often obscured his meaning, it only added to his mysterious allure.
Occasionally though, there would come one of those rare moments when Mr. Bearington’s disguise was prepared below his normal impossible level and a random party guest just happened to have a rare moment of impossible insight.
“Oh, my god! That’s a bear! That’s a giant bear!” Silence would roll through the ballroom. “Don’t any of you see it!? That is a giant bear in a suit!”
The mayor swiftly steps forward: “Mr. Bearington is a pillar of our community and he will not suffer the slander and mudslinging of a nincompoop! Methinks, if you cannot handle your wine you should not partake! Guards, remove this man from the grounds!”
“Why won’t any of you listen! He’s a bear! He’s a beeeeaaaar!” He would yell as he was dragged kicking and screaming from the premises.
“I’m terribly sorry about that Mr. Bearington.”
“Rar. Rararar.”
“I assure you I do not tolerate that sort of behavior.”
“Rar! Rarar.”
"Why don’t we retire to the dinner table? I’ve had the chef prepare an extra rare steak, just the way you like it. Let us dine, we can forget all this unpleasantness, and get down to words on the new opera house.
“Rawr!”
You would be absolutely right. (CKII screenshot sourced from this Reddit post, and link to the screenshot reuploaded on kbin.run for the Lemmy users who did not get the image as part of my reply.)
Transcription:
Bearly Legal
At the latest banquet, after polishing off four pots of stew, three whole trout, and an entire shank of lamb, Styliane was, as is her wont, trundling off to her chambers to retire - when her vestments caught on the raw edge of a table! Before a courtier could come to her assistance, the cloth was torn open, ripping straight up to the collar and leaving poor Styliane utterly exposed before the entire hall!
If that wasn’t scandal enough, the party-goers were struck mute with an astonishing realization: Styliane was most irrefutably not a woman at all… but a bear.
[The following lines are in-game options the player may select as a response to the scenario detailed above.]
Is this the work of a foul sorcerer?
This is unbearable!
Has she always been a bear?
That explains all that missing honey…