Two years ago at GenCon I played in a 7^th Sea game as part of a larger campaign entitled Dry Dock.  At Dry Dock, characters are free to wander the city, take a commission to fight a duel (if they were swordsmen) or take care of any personal activities (for example joining a secret society).  My character, Don Miguel Arrosco de Torres y Reina del Mar is a swordsman so on this particular occasion he chose to take a commission.  When he went to the guild hall, there were three commissions, one for 1000 Guilders, one for 100 Guilders and the last for 6 cents.

Of course, the last commission piqued Miguel’s interest and he had to learn more.  It turned out the commission was several months old as no swordsman would stoop to accept such a low remuneration, but, as I said, he was intrigued so he went to speak with the commissioner.

It turned out that there were, in fact, three commissioners who’d pooled their money in an attempt to get enough to hire a swordsman.  They were three young ladies who worked as Jennys (7^th Sea parlance for “working girls”).  The man in question had forced himself upon them on different occasions and they wanted him to be taught a lesson.  Unfortunately, each of them wanted a different lesson.

The first young lady was clamoring for the blackguard’s blood.  She wanted him to pay a price spilled on the streets.  The second lady, on the other hand, only went along with the plan because the other two wanted revenge.  She stated that his ‘lessons’ to her taught her what men are good for (money) so she didn’t really care about revenge.  The third young lady was fairly mute (he had been particularly violent toward her) and I was unable to get much out of her.

With a little asking around, Miguel and his second found the young man drunk and asleep under the docks.  Miguel formally challenged him and told him that they could wait until he sobered up.  He responded that he wanted this done immediately and drew his gigantic claymore from the muck near him. Fortunately Miguel’d brought a second, so after settling on the rules, they were able to start.  The duel was to first blood (I didn’t trust him to honor our agreement) and in a flurry of blows Miguel was able to draw a line of blood across the back of the miscreant’s arm.

At this point I should note that I had been playing this character for almost two years prior and had accumulated 13 drama dice (used to affect the outcome of the game) in that time. As this fight began, I was awfully thankful that I had been judicious in their use prior to this.

Surprising no one, he did not end the duel there and, it quickly turned into a duel to the death.  Being the talkative type Miguel cavalierly began asking this brute about the three ladies and what had happened, fading him out of position as it were.  Finally, with the use of all the accumulated drama dice (and the help of the second) the scoundrel succumbed to his wounds.

At that point, the GM stated that the duel was over and Miguel could go collect my pay, but I replied that we weren’t nearly done.  First I asked if my opponent was aware enough to walk (he wasn’t killed just knocked unconscious), and the GM replied that he was.  Grabbing his sword and tweaking his ear Miguel led him, both of them bleeding, back to the houses of the three ladies.

To the first Miguel said, “You wanted to see his blood, well madame, here is his blood… and a little bit of mine.”

To the second, Miguel said, “You believe that all that men are good for is their money? Well he never paid, so here is the only thing he owns of value.” And I handed her his sword.

To the third, Miguel said nothing.  He merely began tweaking the crippled man’s ear, very hard.  Miguel growled to him in a low voice, “Say it, SAY IT!”  When he didn’t respond, Miguel cuffed him upside the head, and repeated, “Say IT!”

He croaked out, “I’m sorry.”

Tweak, “Madame.”

“I’m sorry, Madame.”

Then Miguel took him to jail.  After all, Miguel is a gentleman in good standing and this filth confessed of his own free will that he had victimized three young ladies.

I got a standing ovation from everyone in the area (a crowd had gathered while I was gesticulating).

Don Miguel still carries the 6 cents on a necklace.

Now, two years later, people still ask me to repeat that story.

Serenity RPG at most recent Origins (I was playing Shepherd Book): 

The basic scenario was to get Serenity fixed while busting Mal, Kaylee, and Simon out of jail. Our plan involved disguising ourselves as Alliance police, but that went amiss when we all got captured, having been betrayed by Zoë's brother. Book picked a lock when someone wasn't watching, but in a case of really bad timing a blue-hand arrived outside the cell block with two alliance soldiers. In a case of (lucky) quick thinking, Book quietly swung the cell door shut (but not latched) behind him, turned to Jayne and the other prisoners and said "In your name, Amen" through the bars and then turned to the entrance of the cell block and said, "All right, the service is over, you can let me out."

One of the alliance soldiers bought it, violence ensued, we got everyone rescued, and Wash's arrival was perfectly timed for our grand escape.

The end.