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Back in 1st Ed, I was...13? (1982)
My brother was DMing, my cousin and I were playing am Elf F/M-U (him) and a dwarf Thief (Me).
We had found a half-submerged ship in a massive sea cave,and set to digging down through the sand to see if there was anything worth looting.
After 2 days of digging or so (We had the gear, cut trees to shore up the walls of the pit, etc...we loved those sorts of details), we reached a trapdoor into the hold.
We descended, finding a rotted hull. We dig around a bit, finding casks of oil (Some broken and spilled), lumber, silks,etc... and moved on to the Captain/Crew cabin.
We encountered an undead Captain (I think it was a Wight? We were Lvl 3 or 4,I think), killed it, but suffered some Lvl drain.
Found a chest full of rubies, hundreds of them, thousands of GP worth (I think that my estimate as a greedy Dwarf was near 50,000GP or something).
We rejoiced and lifted the chest...
...which was linked to a Firetrap...
...which set the old oil-soaked hulk ablaze.
We raced through the hull, dodging flaming debris, back to our ropes, and began a frantic ascent.
My cousin was first, since I was loaded down with the box of rubies.
He got about halfway up, then failed the Dex check, falling back, past me, to a fiery doom (My cousin laughed for a long time, yelling 'Dammit!')
I got to about 10 feet from the opening, and my brother was grinning, saying 'If you drop the box of jewels, you can make it out easily.
I replied 'I'm...a Dwarf...a Dwarf Thief. No way...'
The fire had reached me, did some damage(Remember, we had lost some levels to the Wight), my brother again said 'Drop the jewels, and you can get out,man!'
I said 'No! I'm a Dwarf, Dammit! I'm keeping this loot!'
One more Dex check...Fail
I fell to my doom yelling 'Mine!!!!!! All Mine!!!!' and was consumed in flames.
:D
Fun memory. My brother doesn't play anymore, but every now and then we reminisce about our old games, and he brings it up.
It might require Will Saves, advanced rules for Climbing, DCs,etc...but I'd still go for it, and I would still perish with my precious jewels.
Mine!!!
-Uriel
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Last night:
Kingmaker an interlude adventure between book 1 and 2:
My dwarven player who is to become king had a backstory where he was married to a human woman who die. I sent him a missive that his mother was going to be in Restov to talk about a marriage she had arranged for him.
He did EVERYTHING to avoid her, disguises, rappelling down the side of the hotel, all sorts of things. In any case he encountered some Deep Dwarves while he was shopping for weapons in the city. The Deep Dwarves were having some problems buying horses. Being an Order of the Shield Cavalier my PC couldn't help but help them. After helping the them out they asked if he could help with one other negotiation problem. They were in negotiations to gain a payment for a dwarven princess (in my version of Golarion dwarven females are very rare and treasured by their clans. So every dwarven male must prove they are capable of both supporting their new bride, and must compensate the clan for the daughter they've lost). Doc (the PC) agreed, and put a heavy hood on, grabbed his Elven ally to head to his mother's room. He worked to convince his own mother's clan to pay double what they were offering for the princess.
He would have gotten away clean too if his elven ally hadn't let it slip that she knew Doc.
Best RP momment was in second edition.
I had been playing my very first druid charecter after haveing read Douglas Niles incredible "Moonshea" series and wanted that type of rp for my druid.
The other memeber sof the party were monica the DM's wife and a good friend Marie. So it was a male human druid, female elf MU and a human female dex based fighter. We had alot of great adventures and even more fun then bob and monica moved away.
I went to visit months later and we picked up the same charecters.
I had been told by my goddess to go forth and find the Lady Daniel and aid her. Turns out all the evil religions had ganged up on the druids and had wiped them out very systematiclly.That way they could not aid the good faiths. After driveing back the evil faiths and helping preserve the balance of nature. I became the Grand Druid of the region, advisor to the King(on General Daniels recomendation) and helped bring a new respect for all of nature kingdom wide.
That was alotta fun to RP and see a charecter I had started at 1st level retire after some really close calls.
Best combat shineing momment, curse of the azure bonds I as a 3rd level mage used a disintegration scroll to destroy the high preistess of moander while she was chanelling her gods avatar.
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One memorable scene involved Peck, a CE halfling rogue. The player warned us he was going with the Napoleanic megalomanic type character, and he played it well.
The party had bluffed their way in to the slaver's fortress, and gotten right into it with the groups leader. After killing him, they told the remaining guards THEY were now in charge. A little pay raise for everyone had them accepted and partying in the mess hall.
Then the ogre they had bypassed came looking for who had killed his boss. He kicked in the door hollerin' about wanting to know who killed him.
Peck jumped off his stool, looked up at this giant three times his size and says:
"I did. Wanna make something of it?"
The ogre looked down, blinked, then raised his falchion.
"Ohhhh-kayyyy." (in my best dumb brute voice)
Became a running gag in the campaign anytime someone asked if we wanted to do something.
3.5 Forgotten Realms game our party is assisting a demented wizard (excellent roleplay from the GM) who's botched an animate object spell and his stool (furniture) is ransacking his library. It's his favorite stool so he doesn't want us to damage it either. The animated chair is one of the toughest foes we ever fought. Through a combination of bad rolls on our part and great rolls for the stool we're beginning to wonder if we can take this thing intact. One of the recent magic items we'd received was a glove of storing, so I ask the gm if the stool is big enough to fit. He rules it is. I manage to get a touch attack on the chair and say the activation word, Griffin (there's a griffin etched on the back of the glove), and voila the stool is in the glove. The wizard comes in, amazed and asks us how we did it. I brandish the glove and like an idiot, say "Griffin Glove" Ka-Pow, the stool erupts, knocks my fighter out and the whole thing starts over again. It was hilarious.
One of my all time favorite was at "Das schwarze Auge" (think in US it's called "Black eye" or "Realms of Arcania")
Party was in the Icelands, far away from everythink. They stand atop of a 300 ft high wizard tower, a dwarf "druid" and a Ice Elf warrior.
The Elf failed a roll and pushed the dwarf to the edge. Another character managed to grab the dwarf, rescuring him from the fall.
The dwarf, totaly out of mind, asked "What the hell was this?"
The Elf player "War Elephants! Pink, flying warelepahnts!"
*Rolls Bluff* 20,20,20 (at this system you have to roll three times for each skill)
*Dwarf rolls Sense Motive* 1,1,1
Since then the dwarfs believes in pink, flying war elephants...
Other one was in my old DnD 3.0 round:
I played a new char (lvl 7 ranger/assasin) and the DM told me I had the mission to kill one of the other players (call him Alrik) (who got reincernated and is now a human instead of a elf, which my character doesn't know).
After a few adventures, my character managed to seduce one other character (the elven "princess") and got knowledge about the race-change.
A few days later my character leaves the group, heading for some "personal things".
A night later I sneaked back to the players rest home, assasinating the other character.
The other characters notice it and chase me, only the elven princess were able to follow me (boots of striding and springing ftw.).
In a near forest I throw my weapons and cloak away, take two crossbow bolts and smash them into my chest.
Now I lean to a tree, waiting for my chaser. As she arrives, the following happend:
Me: "Warn Alrik, Assasins are on the way to kill him, I want to warn you, but they got me and attacked me. Go to Alrik warn him!"
*Roll Bluff* 20
*She roll Sense Motive* 1
A few minutes later the other arrived and she told them my story. :)
After it I traveled a few month with them, seeking the "Assasins". :)
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In Fantasy Flight's Midnight setting. I played a dwarven fighter who seemed to be the party's go to guy. After a thrilling set of heroics, and meeting his killing the dragon attempting to kill the party. Resurection is not really an option in that setting. That was one of the few times I felt an emotional blow in gamming, akin to watching a superhero fall.
The cool part, was that the party in game through a wake for their fallen comrade. They even named an enormous siege engine in his honor, "The Prince of Destruction". It was cool as the characters sat around remembering the mighty feats he had acomplished or what they would miss.
I don't know how to describe it, but a character that became a legend in his own setting. Just makes me grin.
+1 to being named a Saint by the way.
This one happened recently and it was amazingly fun. Please keep in mind while reading that my memory of the exact events is poor. And sorry in advance for the length.
We've decided that we'll play without alignment until a few sessions in at which time the DM will tell us what alignments we are. So I'm a level 3 ranger specializing in bows. I travel with a DMPC Paladin and Cleric, and a PC 1Wiz/2Fig. The Paladin is the leader of the party and we're working for him.
It's winter and my party and I are passing a ruined keep near the road. There's a damaged wagon near an entrance downward and another entrance down, farther away. I decide that I'm stopping, it could be stranded people in need of help.
I check out the entrance by the wagon while the Wizard and Cleric check the other entrance, the paladin has to don his armor. I head down the stairs noting that there's a light coming from the bottom, I draw my Composite(+4) Longbow +1 and ready a shot to fire at anyone threatening. I reach the bottom and there are 2 men visible and one has a crossbow. I tell them that I'm here to help if they need it and after some back and forth the crossbow guy raises to fire and I fire on him (crit/point blank shot/rapid shot for 52 dam) catching him through the throat and the other guy flees. I head down and note that there are others in the room and I call out trying to bring this to a peaceful ending but they don't let up, it's almost as if they WANT to kill me.
The Wiz/Fig comes down (the other PC) and I tell him what has happened and yell to the NPCs that I've got backup and if they don't lay down their weapons we would deal with them. They start on about being traders or something and I lay down my bow and step out to talk to them and they shoot me 3 times with crossbows. I duck back out of the room and grab my bow again and then the Wiz/Fig and I go to work destroying them.
I grapple the last of them and tie him up to question him. He starts saying how they're just innocent traders and we're the bad guys. I start to get anxious... "What have I done? What if the Paladin finds out? But, I am, after all, just defending myself!" The Wiz/Fig is starting to believe the NPC's story as well as I am. We check their loot and it consists mostly of trade goods. I'm starting to freak out now, I'm trying to be good! My character isn't evil! I'm basically playing a more outgoing version of myself! I hatch a plan.
I tell the Wiz/Fig to go on ahead and I'll get the NPC up and bring him upstairs. He goes and I drag the guy over to the door and take out two of my daggers, one in each hand. I keep him quiet until I hear steps coming down the stairs and wait until they're near the bottom. IRL I'm nervous, it all comes down to a bluff... At the last moment I grapple the guy and make it look like he attacked me by putting one of my daggers into his hand and at the same time I stab him in the side of the head with the other dagger... Just as the Paladin walks around the corner. I tell him that "he attacked me! He had been lying about being a trader!" And he believed me! We head up and he's none the wiser... I had gotten away with it! I told the others up top about the whole thing and got the Wiz/Fig to believe me. The session is over.
The DM laughs. He says that it's time to set alignments. He tells the Wiz/Fig first, Neutral. He turns to me and says "You have from the beginning been Evil. It's just been which kind of Evil." Neutral Evil! I'm only out for myself and I'll do anything to preserve myself. I argue for a few mins about not being evil (I killed them thinking they were bad and defending myself!) He explains that while I did initially think they were evil I eventually believed them and willfully killed what I thought was an innocent man just so I wouldn't get caught. I covered up my murders! He then explains all my actions up to this point from his point of view and I can hardly believe we're talking about the same character! Was I truly this dastardly? I accepted my new alignment, and vowed to change myself to be a better man.
He revealed to me afterwards that they were indeed evil. They were bandits that were preying on travelers.
For me, it would have to a specific NPC rivalry. I was playing a rather pragmatic tiefling wizards, one of those rare characters that genuinely skirts the line between neutral and evil (a year and a half later I'm still unable to accurately place his alignment). We came across a city ruled by heroes that hadn't liberated the the citizens from a vampire queen years before, and the captain of the guard was a stodgy paladin. My character and this paladin took an instant dislike to one another, but managed to be civil when they had to interact. My character all but has an affair with the new ruler's queen, and he quickly realizes that there's more to her than meets the eye. We eventually learn that she's the vampire from years before. She has staged her defeat and is now the shadow ruler of the city. The paladin had become enraptured with her and quickly turned to the worship of orcus in order to please her (he was actually a blackguard). Well, my character was no saint, but if there was one thing he hated more than the slavish habits of paladins, it was the aimless destruction of demons. Now he wasn't the official leader of the party or anything, but it was kind of like when Armand says in Interview with the Vampire "If there were a leader, it would be me." So it doesn't take too much to convince the rest of the party that this regime has to go down (naturally, we're going to replace them). We sneak into the castle and find the paladin leading a service to Orcus in a now-corrupted chapel of Pelor. We beat down the door and my wizard calls out the Paladin's name (his voice magically projected for effect). The guy draws his sword and sneers, and sicks his goons on the rest of the party as he tears across the aisle to meet my wizard in the center. This was a wizard who wasn't afraid to take risks or get his hands dirty, so he had a lot of close range spells and was only two happy to oblige the melee. After one of the coolest fights I've ever been in, my character begins admonishing the paladin. He's no fan of Pelor, but he was disgusted that this man would so readily abandon all of his beliefs just to coax the favor of a dolled out strumpet. In the end, he left stripped of his armor and weapons, chained to the alter so he could look on all of the perverted imagery of the god he'd abandoned.