chbgraphicarts |
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Made it through the Tomb of Horrors.
Took the Bag of Holding from the Siren instead of freeing the Siren.
Opened up Acererak's Chamber.
THREW THE BAG OF HOLDING OVER THE DEMILICH, RAN BACK TO THE MOUTH OF THE GREAT GREEN DEVIL AND THREW THE BAG OF HOLDING WITH ACERERAK INSIDE INTO THE DEVIL'S MOUTH.
To say the least, I was bemused. Utterly speechless, stupified, and bemused.
And laughing my ass off.
bookrat |
I guess the rules questions is: can you fit a person in the mouth of a bag of holding, or is the bag's opening too small.
I honestly have no idea, because all the different editions are jumbled in my head and I'm not sure what the answer is for Pathfinder. Heck, I haven't used a bag of holding since 2E.
chbgraphicarts |
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Oh, also (not MY players, but a friend who was playing this character):
Way, way back in 2nd Ed.
His Dwarf Fighter ran under a Balor with a Vorpal Longsword.
Scored a Critical Hit.
After this encounter he found a mage to craft him a Balor-skin Bag of Holding.
I'll let you figure out where he got the "sack" from.
Snorb |
Freddy Fighter: Hey, Rita? Say four guys you're smarter than threw your severed arcane-powered head into an infinitely large bag, then erased it from existence, and you had to fight your way alllllll the way back to the Material Plane so you could magic them apart. How mad-mad would you be at these four mental mooks?
Acererak: (bamf) >=(
Rita: ...I'd say "mighty pissed," Fred.
Emmit Svenson |
THREW THE BAG OF HOLDING OVER THE DEMILICH, RAN BACK TO THE MOUTH OF THE GREAT GREEN DEVIL AND THREW THE BAG OF HOLDING WITH ACERERAK INSIDE INTO THE DEVIL'S MOUTH.
Which means Acererak is either in a closed extradimensional space or floating on the astral plane somewhere, a situation not terribly different from him lying motionless in his tomb. Given that the players could have just nabbed his loot and hoofed it, I see this as long on style but short on substance.
Dosgamer |
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I applaud your players. /clap
We had a similar situation in a different module that contained a demilich (Throne of Bloodstone or whatever, it was for level 100 PCs). We were in the Abyss in some tunnels heading to Orcus' lair and came around a turn to see a demilich rise up off the ground. I should note that I was playing a solar rather than a PC. We backed up, I used some 2e spell that allowed me to create nonmagical items to make a metal bucket. Then I turned on my antimagic shell, walked up to the demilich, and stuck the bucket over him. Then I turned off my AMS, used stone shape to fashion a hole in the ground, and stuck him and the bucket in the hole, then covered over the hole. We still laugh about it to this day (many, many years later).
So enjoy the moment with your players, and don't forget to laugh about it for years to come!
haremlord |
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My friend was running the Rod of the Seven Parts campaign, where when you have a piece of the artifact, you can sense the direction of the nearest piece.
We find the dungeon where the next part is located and fight the first monster (an umber hulk).
Once we defeated it, one of the players animated the umber hulk, used the part we had to determine the direction of the next part (down at an angle), then ordered the umber hulk zombie to dig us a path.
The GM looked at us, looked at his book, then started flipping pages. He said something like, "Hrm, the monsters in this room say that if you don't meet them there you meet them in this other room... but if you don't go to that other room..."
He finally gets to the last page of that section and we had skipped a big part of the dungeon, ready to face the final boss without having lost a significant amount of resources.
Oh, and we had an umber hulk zombie with us. We called him Bob.
Good times :)
Detoxifier |
A few years ago I was in a low level campaign where the DM kept pestering us with the BBEG's familiar, an imp, with invisibility and a series of annoying spells.
We finally got sick of it and once when we saw signs of it nearby we locked all the doors, two of us grabbed a sheet and ran across the room, where we caught it, wrapped it up, stuff it in a pot, put the lid on and beat the edges shut.
We then proceeded to carry the pot around, occasionally consulting it for insults and pleas of mercy.