Well... The story continues!
Our heroes manage to survive the onslaught of the irate mob of peasants with just a couple of casualties (the aforementioned ranger and another guy). The unofficial leader of the group (a big fighter, lawful good with stupid tendencies) arranged a deal with the headman of the village: In exchange for letting them live, they are going to go back to the caves, get rid of the monsters, AND pay the villagers for the costs of rebuilding their town (of course, forget about getting paid for the job!).
They go back to the caves and this time, having learned their lesson, applying some tactics and such, manage to vanquish their foes and do a proper cleanup of the place.
At which point they finally reach a place that is rather nicely furnished, with quite a bit of treasure there (more than enough to pay the villagers and leave something left over) and, on a reading lectern, a reeeeeeeally nifty-looking magic tome of some kind.
Bastard McWizardy sees the tome, sweeps it up and says: "MINE". But there was another magic-user in the group, who complained vocally, saying: "Hey! You are always scooping the really good magic stuff! Leave that for me, I never get to have anything reasonably cool!" Well, Bastard McWizardy essentially says "Screw you, I saw it first, finders keepers"... Things escalate... And within a very short amount of time we have a full-blown brawl *among the adventurers*, divided in two bands, fighting with great enthusiasm, while the lawful good fighter is trying to stop the altercation by beating sense into everybody.
It is at this juncture that the owner of the place arrived. Picture, if you will, a lady who comes home, perhaps carrying her shopping, only to find a group of lunatics fighting like crazy in the middle of her living room, with a big fighter hitting everybody while shouting: "STOP IT! STOP IT!". To give the final touch to the picture, I should add that the lady in question was a gorgon.
She stood there, amazed, seeing that the adventurers *did not pay any attention to her*. She tiptoed towards the melee, and actually tapped one of the "heroes" (a dwarf, if my memory isn't mistaken) on the shoulder. The guy actually half-turned, shouting: "LEAVE US ALONE! Don't you see we're bus-OOOOHSHIIII...!"
Well, miraculously enough, saving throws kept being made by almost everyone, and after a long slog the gorgon was defeated and eliminated. The lone exception? Why, Bastard McWizardy! He got petrified by the gaze attack of the gorgon. Now, in our group, I had introduced some house rules in the form of extra tables to roll whenever some effects took place. One of those was for petrification: If someone was petrified, we rolled 1d20. On a 20, something "special" happened, and the table was whipped out. Things that might happen ranged from being transformed into a blob of mud to... well...
The d20 was rolled, and a 20 came up. So, another roll on the table: 20 again! That meant... yep... That our favourite sonofabitch had been transformed into a statue made of a single, perfect, pure *diamond*.
After the battle was over, and the adventurers were picking up the spoils, they had to decide what to do with their "gemified" comrade (I know, maybe this is stretching a bit the word "comrade", but stay with me here). And another fight broke out: One faction wanted to take the statue and sell it. The other faction wanted to take the statue, *break it into pieces* and *sell the pieces*
It is here that our heroic lawful good fighter intervened again, bonking heads against each other and making an impassioned speech, saying how their duty was to take their friend to someone who could lift the curse, how he was sure that this experience would be a lesson to their friend so that he could see the error of his ways and mend them, etc. etc. Given that he was the unofficial leader of the group, apart from being the biggest guy there with the most humongous battleaxe, the rest of the adventurers grudgingly followed his advice. Nonetheless, this convinced everybody in the group that this guy was definitely lawful good with stupid tendencies.
Well, Bastard McWizardy had the curse lifted and became a being of flesh and blood again. I will post more of his adventures later on ^_^