I just came back from playing a great pathfinder session, and it made me think of all of the fun times I had roleplaying. Post your favorite RP-ing memory from any edition.
One of my favorite's is when I was playing a rogue. We had a low level party (like level 3-4) and we were escorting a chick through a dungeon. She was strong and could handle herself (I think she was actually like level 10 or something), but she didn't want to follow us deeper in the dungeon, so I decided to cut her hands off... I got stabbed, my friend got stabbed; both attacks had poison, and we were like 2 HP from dying until we were thrown into this pool of healing. I also never cut her hands off, but in the end my character went by the mysterious alias "The Severed Hand". It was just a really fun mod. with a memorable ending that has left me with a massive inside joke for a very, very long time.
Okay, I'll bite.
Back in the early '90s (early days of AD&D 2nd Edition, before any splat books had been published), I had been getting a bit frustrated in the low-level campaign I was playing in. I'd run a string of characters that hadn't lived past Level 2, despite spending a lot of time on design, background, etc. So, I decided to embrace the short-livedness of the campaign and designed a character that I figured would get herself killed quickly: a lightly-armored swashbuckler-type fighter. I even remember her stats: STR 18/57, DEX 14, CON 12, INT 10, WIS 6, CHA 16.
On her first adventure, we encountered a locked door in the dungeon. Assuming that the "new gal" was a rogue, the party cleric said, "Hey, Cynthia, this door is locked. Could you open it?"
"Um, okay." She then took a running start and slammed her shoulder into it, succeeding on her "Bend Bars/Lift Gates" roll. "Open!" she replied.
The look on the faces on the rest of the players was PRICELESS!
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A decade or so ago we were going to start a Rifts campaign. I wasn't exactly gung-ho for this (having had bad experiences with the system prior), but everyone else was, so I figured I'd just make an annoying little character to bug everyone. I ended up with a D-Bee Burster. The characters were all pretty powerful, but at the time our group had a True Atlantean Undead Hunter, a Jedi (homebrew stuff), a Juicer, and something russian (wasn't sure what it was). I really had no idea what it was I was playing, so while everyone else was doing the mission we were on, I spent the time reading the book, occasionally popping up with something annoying.
I should mention that this annoying character was from an anime-style world (large eyes included), wearing pink camoflague with a pink laser pistol.
About the time we get to some kind of giant electronic brain thing, I think I've finally figured out how the class is supposed to work (pretty sure I did it wrong tbh). At this point I've literally done nothing constructive for the group. Somehow I go first, so I figure out how to spend all my ISP on a single massive attack, summoning a giant pillar of flame. I roll up the damage, tell the guy running it. Everyone just kind of looks at me for a moment before saying, "yea, it's dead".
So my character goes to sleep right there, having just one shot whatever the big boss thing was. That ended up becoming one of my most memorable characters in any game, following pretty much the same M.O. I actually started paying attention, but my character didn't, would just mess around, and during any 'big combats', cut loose and go to sleep.
Some other highlights...
We programmed a factory to build us some war robots. We all had input on their design, with mine (sneaking it in) being pink bunnies. So we ended up with 12' tall pink robot bunnies with razor claws, lazer eyes and missles.
We had an army of gargoyle's chasing us. We convinced the guy running it to let me shoot my pillar of fire out of a mountain, killing them all.
We all got some kind of request from a god-like being. I asked for a pink hoverboard that trailed a rainbow and made music. I increased my annoyance level with that one.
It was just a plain silly character, but loads of fun.
Ad&d 2nd edition rules.
Bodrin a 9th lvl human fighter. Con 18
Numerous fireballs and lightning bolts from an erstwhile / non tactical party member (player) had resulted in a blanket phobia of fire and electricity, resulting in a paranoid twitchy personality.
Bodrin had died and been raised multiple times over the course of, Temple of Tharizdun, Skarda's mirror, The Egg of the Phoenix and Black Courser.
However in a judges guild adventure, the name eludes me ATM, Bodrin had volunteered to alter his alignment to wield a specific item. During the course of the module his actions to revert back to the Chaotic good alignment were questionable. In a particularly nasty battle with Grimlocks Bodrin was attacked and surrounded by hostile forces. Falling to the floor attempting to play dead his sword skittered away from his hands. The nearest weapon, Chrysomer an Intelligent holy avenger normally used by the party paladin lay close by.
Bodrin grabs the sword, swings at the nearest foe and dies in a blast of electricity as the Lawful Good sword exacts retribution on the now Chaotic wielder.
Hilarity ensued.
After multiple adventures :- Final Constitution score 9. Last Resurrection save failed.
The dice gods had spoken.
One of the first games I EVER played I was a thief from the blue Expert set. It was a 1st level homebrew based on the Keep O/T Borderlands.
My GM thought it'd be awesome if, instead of starting w/any gold we just started with nothing and had to roleplay GETTING our starting gold. being a thief I immediately thought: I'll rob somebody.
Me and the fighter broke into the local stable after a merchant had just deposited his horse and gear there. We didn't count on the 2 guards that would be there. They spotted us, the fighter grabbed a pitchfork and I dove behind the hay. Casting about for a weapon all I found was some rope.
"I tie a noose" my GM looks at me like I'm from mars. "Make a noose, throw it over the rafter and hang the other guard." He tells me to make a roll: natural 20.
And that's how Nub Nimblefingers got his hands on a FORTUNE in stolen goods and a ridiculously good horse, kicking off an awesome 3 level campaign leading Nub to the city of Greyhawk where he successfully ran the Green Gryphon Inn.
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Pathfinder Dwarven Fighter (Chaotic Neutral Anarchist) named Heimdall
My party and I had just finished a short quest and were going to spend the night in a town before venturing forth. During the day our Lawful Stupid paladin went off to pray at her temple and the rest of us went for a brief shopping trip and retired early to a loval tavern.
While at the tavern there were some suspicious people in the corner and our rogue thought it would be a good idea to go through their bags to sus them out.
Between bad diplomacy rolls on my part (to distract) and a bad stealth roll on her part (to sneak, funnily enough) she got caught and was dragged away by the taverns bouncer and locked in a room.
I thought the best way to rescue her would be to distract the bouncer with a tavern brawl but the GM was adamant that if I started it I would get caught by the city watch.
My solution: "Hey you" my dwarf wispers to a particularly inebriated tavern patron "I just overheard the barkeep say something about your mother. It wasn't very nice..."
In the ensuing barfight the rogue escaped and the rest of the party left quickly to avoid notice. The paladin arrived later having finished her prayer to find the tavern on fire with people brawling in the street in front of it, molotov cocktails still being thrown in the front windows.
Her immediate response was to yell "Heimdall!" at the heavens and was rewarded when a single bolt of lightning pierced the otherwise clear sky and struck a location on the other side of town: an inn where the party had ended up for the night.
To top it off the Inn keeper at the new tavern refused to indentify any occupants and since the party was already asleep the paladin had to book a room not knowing if the party was actually there (the lightning was a pretty big hint though). Once upstairs she knew she had the right inn when she recognized Heimdalls snoring.