| DungMeister |
Gaming memory from AD&D/2E days that still makes me chuckle: I'm the DM. The party's scout/magic user somehow gets himself captured by a group of pirates who set off with him across a very large lake. A psionic monk manages to polymorph himself into a hawk in order to follow the ship, so as to report back on its destination, in order that the party can eventually follow and make a rescue. As the monk can psionically perform telepathy with the party, I let the whole group remain in the room instead of pulling the player aside as per my routine. The whole trailing the pirates and communication with the party thing takes several minutes in RL. Suddenly I couldn't help but break into laughing, followed by the whole group, as it dawned on us all that Rob(player), the monk, was the whole time flapping his arms in chicken dance fashion. His expression, as he couldn't understand why the laughs, was, as is the memory, priceless.