Most groups always have a handful of memorable, awesome moments. What was your first one? Mine would have to be when playing Hangman's Noose. We ended up with a magical, gold lined, cigar box that was always full with quality smokes. There were many Aha! moments more thanks to it. I want to know some of your firsts.
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Playing one of the most ineffective monks ever -- too-low AC, too-low to-hits, too-low damage, stunning fist that never worked, frequently fighting enemies with abilities that punish unarmed attackers.
The party rolling the worst possible encounter on a random chart, CR = APL+3, getting mauled and being the last character alive in the combat to put the monster down while we were both in single-digit hit points.
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I wish I got to play more... I don't really have anything that great. But I did love it this one time when the DM's dice were cold as ice, then he finally got an 18 to hit. He was so happy. Unfortunately, it was on my brand new lvl 1 hammer and board fighter, and I had to tell him my AC was 21. We wrecked those zombies.
That was the start of Big Molly's distinguished career. The next session, I completed my faction mission by intimidating the bad guy wizard, grabbing him by the ear, and dragging him out into public to be scolded. THAT was fun.
And just last Saturday, I had to cut out a guys tongue, but to be nice, I left him a freshly baked muffin*. I don't care what anybody says, Profession: Baker is the best one.
*it was one with an exceptionally nice texture that anyone would enjoy :).
First one ever in any edition? In 3.X? In PF? In a campaign? I need more context to answer. :)
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2nd ED, my first DM:
Memorable: Myself as an 8th level fighter with Gloves of Ogre Kind, Belt of Storm giant Strength and wielding the Hammer of Thunderbolts. A friend who was the dextrous warrior with a magical scabbard on his back that was fan-shaped which held numerous magical swords. About to have an epic encounter with....
Awesome(in its absurdity): .....50,000 Demi-Liches who apparently had the Voltron thing going on because they all combined to form a gigantic Demi-Lich.
Yea, the high-school days of D&D.....
2nd ED, my first DM:
Memorable: Myself as an 8th level fighter with Gloves of Ogre Kind, Belt of Storm giant Strength and wielding the Hammer of Thunderbolts. A friend who was the dextrous warrior with a magical scabbard on his back that was fan-shaped which held numerous magical swords. About to have an epic encounter with....
Awesome(in its absurdity): .....50,000 Demi-Liches who apparently had the Voltron thing going on because they all combined to form a gigantic Demi-Lich.
Yea, the high-school days of D&D.....
Dude. What happened?
That time we killed a Succubus before she even had a chance to react was pretty nice.
As it turns out, her trying to Dominate the Monk (me) is not very good when I can smack her in the throat with Stunning Fist before she can react.
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Dude. What happened?2nd ED, my first DM:
Memorable: Myself as an 8th level fighter with Gloves of Ogre Kind, Belt of Storm giant Strength and wielding the Hammer of Thunderbolts. A friend who was the dextrous warrior with a magical scabbard on his back that was fan-shaped which held numerous magical swords. About to have an epic encounter with....
Awesome(in its absurdity): .....50,000 Demi-Liches who apparently had the Voltron thing going on because they all combined to form a gigantic Demi-Lich.
Yea, the high-school days of D&D.....
Lol, from what i could gather, we had apparently run across the Multi-Verses first Lichstock.....and won.....
The first experience with DND that i ever had was a half-orc barbarian named Goldar, and he had (for background reasons) a pet guard dog. The first game i played with him was a bizarre 1 session game of capture the flag, with a map drawn out of a series of interconnected caves. The first time i got to roll the D20 was against an elven fighter using a rapier. Goldar himself only landed a glancing blow against her, but my dog, Woofwoof, landed a critical hit and tore her throat out. I was hooked.
first from any. but just first
2nd, half-elf paladin.
Bluffed my way up a huge staircase of kobolds (I was told it was fine for a paladin and I spoke draconic - we were new)... only to arrive at the gates where I bluffed my way in, and got caught by an ingenious trick of a cleric of trickery.
We made a pact anyway.
Long story short, there was an evil god's avatar sealed in stone, the cleric wanted to get it free (though I didn't know it), we were caught and thrown into a desert, I made a deal with a dwarven god, made it back into the castle/caves (by force this time), and summoned said dwarven god in order to play cards.
And I won all the bets... but lost on the final hand. (We played twelve rounds with a normal deck of cards - I couldn't go over twenty-one, the god couldn't go over twenty-two, and I still won every hand except the last.)
And so reality was retconned into me (and only me, not my very large family) becoming a dwarven paladin of the dwarven god ("since forever"), the jerkfaces of the fortress were reincarnated as lawful good dwarves including the evil cleric who was turned into a lawful good dwarven cleric of said dwarven god (thus fulfilling my bargain), the fortress was turned into a holy place of pilgrimage, and otherwise things were as they were before.
I needed more.
Introduced a buddy of ours to gaming back in 2e. He decided to play a wizard. 1st level. One spell. Sleep.
Wanted to test it out, but before they encountered a baddie so he cast it on another player. Saving throw worked... Dirty look from the other player... Wizard useless for the rest of the day.
Three days of this and not a single success, but every morning *sleep* *grrr*. *sleep* *grr*
Finally on the 4th day a wizard lost his head. Thus started the 13 year vengeance of Traitor Travis.
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A much larger group has gotten together to play ninjas and superspies and one player is a special vehicles character who is very proud of his military jeep with the 50 cal mounted in the back. After hacking into the blueprints of the base, the party has decided to let the jeep guy drive his jeep through the double doors and down the hallway, storming the gates per se. He calls out "I have to drive! I need someone to take the gun (the rear mounted 50 cal)... guess who volunteers? Traitor travis... Who promptly hopped up, grabbed the gun and shot the driver in the back of the head.
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Playing a group of brigands and hackers and fringe elements in cyberpunk 2020.
What does traitor travis play? A cop.
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Traitor Travis decides he wants to play a Death Master (dragon magazine silver anniversary edition I think) who gets experience points for digging up graves... We entertain the notion so the whole party is in the graveyard and along comes the town watch... Everyone else jumps up and hides in the trees... Traitor travis? Hops the fence, gets the watchmen's attention, points into the graveyard where we're all hiding and shouts 'Look! Graverobbers!"
Be kind to your party members gents, the damage can last a lifetime.
We had a heroes unlimited character in our group that was kind of a gambit clone, but instead of using playing cards he carried around boxes of sporks...
When Chik-lit, my 15th level Thri-keen Fighter/Tempest who was quad-wielding bastard swords killed a marilith in 4 seconds.
Yes, we tend to run high powered games, why do you ask? :)
In the past, we ran with the 'rolling criticals' house-rule.
My Greatsword-Fighter splattered a Balor because his critical confirmations kept threatening as criticals.
Speaking of against the odds our group had three rolls where a pair of d20s came up double natural 20 in a single evening...
It seems people just disregarded the only the first one, so why not.
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Lol, ok, ever been to the 9th layer of Hell? I have, and in style too :)
Memorable: Three of us this time, my character and friend from the earlier post i made, plus Sir Chadrick the Dragon Paladin.......Yea. All set to embark on this massively EPIC crusade to confront and defeat the lord of all evil do'ers.....ASMODEUS. We gathered our righteous selves up, ensured we had all of our evil do'er smitey stuff and proceeded to travel to his realm by way of........
Awesome(again, in its absurdity): .....Toyota Corolla. Nevermind the obvious things that come to your minds reading this, or let alone what was in ours at that time....IRRELEVANT i say! We had bad guys to take care of and since time was short, we punched the gas, slammed into THE one brick wall that just happened to be a portal to his realm, smashed through and then drove to his palace and layed the smack down.
No innocent bystanders were injured in the making of this fiasco :)
Also a necessary caveat. I might have had earlier ones, but these are the ones I remember right now (I'm really sick and foggy headed).
It seems people just disregarded the only the first one, so why not.
Yay!
So, 3.0, gestalt campaign, first time I'm GMing ever.
I'm running a homebrew adventure-path-like thing. Character level is around (I've forgotten exactly now) something like twelve or thirteen, I think.
I drop a horde of undead on my players. The rogue-sorcerer just kind of goes for broke, expending every spell slot he has in a rather dazzling display of magic, taking down most of the horde. It was so inspiring that the other players and, for the first time, they felt really powerful. It was such a cool moment that they all just joined in and began pouring everything they have into the battle: every spell, every turn-undead attempt, leaving nothing for 'later', just reveling in how cool what they were doing was. It was pretty awesome.
3.5: Running a super-massive Forgotten Realms game. A temporary player comes in as a Halfling Rogue. It's important to note that everyone loved this guy's Halfling... even when he robbed the other players. One player (before the Halfling had done anything other than be introduced) declared "I check my pockets!" as a joke. Soon, everyone was. And almost always immediately thereafter, the Halfling would pick said pockets (and get away with it). Within the course of the session, whenever anyone saw a Halfling (the PC or NPC), they would declare "I check my pockets!" At the end of the session, the Halfling was caught, knocked unconscious, and stuffed into a bag of holding that he'd been stealing from (everyone, including the Halfling player having a blast). When the Halfling awoke, I, as GM, said, "Your Halfling wakes up." As soon as the word "Halfling" passed through my lips, the player of the Halfling says, "Halfling?! I check my pockets!" and then, with the biggest grin on his face, "... oh, it's all the stuff I stole!" Everyone fell apart laughing. One of the best times we'd had. Sadly, the player had to drop out shortly thereafter... but to this day every member of the table always has the immediate response to any Halflings, "I check my pockets!"
4E: Running the first modules that were published, where one PC (the half-elf cleric of Ioun and Bahamut) is secretly the son of the villain (a human deathpriest of Orcus), and, though he's learned the truth, he hasn't said it to the rest of the party (and the main antagonist doesn't know either). The battle commences and the eladrin wizard - winning initiative - slams the deathpriest with an effect that deafens him... just in time for the cleric to leap up in a running assault against the deathpriest and yelling "Faaaaaaaaaatheeeeeeerrrr!" the whole way. The priest was very confused about what the random half-elf was trying to tell him while hitting him with a mace repeatedly. The priest in question (again, still not knowing that the cleric was his only son), dropped the cleric PC into the dying state with ongoing necrotic damage... just before his deafness cleared up. The deathpriest was eventually defeated by the other PCs (driven into a black portal of doom), but never learned that he'd just almost killed his own son. It made for interesting plots later on...
PF: Skipping Kingmaker as we're running that more like 3.5+ than PF, and going directly to Serpent's Skull, Soul's for Smuggler's Shiv (the first entry of that path). The PCs first did an epic bout of diplomacies making the NPCs all like them thoroughly, learned that the captain was missing, and then relentlessly hunted the entire island, never sleeping, making a dramatic assault on the cannibal while exhausted, plunged into the caves upon finding the evidence, and found and rescued the captain from becoming a ghoul (successfully helping him save agianst his ghoul fever). They literally beat the 'timer' the game had in it (which wasn't really considered a possibility in the AP). When I later revealed what they'd done they were so thrilled.
If it's not okay with you, than people don't read (and if you respond in time, I'll totally delete this)!
Had made a habit of playing very defensively in a warhammer campaign recently and made the foolish mistake of mentioning to the gm that i'd managed to survive several weeks of his campaign without spending a fate point.
His response of course wasn't 'good job, play smart'... it was 'oh we can take care of that'
So i'm prepared to lose some fate points at the next get together, but it got me thinking about fate points. The published explaination in 1st edition warhammer for fate points is tht they set the characters apart and can be used to get the characters out of certain death scenarios... Then I thought about it and realized all the fate points that had been spent so far by my group had been spent avoiding a silly stupid death of some sort. I thought 'that doesnt really seem to embody the 'fate of a hero' that i'd expect a fate point to be about.
In a world that parallels zombie campaigns, and death is certain and glory is punishable at every turn, fate points should be spent doing glorious things before the gm gets bored and snuffs you out... Basically the long view of a warhammer campaign is die horribly and have fun doing it so i thought why would i ever waste a fate point avoiding stupid silly death. I should only spend fate points doing something glorious. And the next game session was likely going to give me a good chance to try it.
Sure enough we're marching down the road and are carrying some cargo that evil forces are interested in. The evil force happens to be Yohan, a previous character who turned evil and now the gm is running him as our nemesis. He's harrowed us for 3 days and we've proven to be more than up to the little challenges so today, we look behind our wagon and see
Now the rest of the party is thinking run! speed up! lets get out of here. The gm is making it pretty plain that we wont be able to outrun it. All i can think is 'yep, here goes my fate point'...
So without any hesitation i step out of the saddle, send my horse on ahead, draw a line in the sand with my rapier and prepare to tango with an elephant sized armored demon rhinocerous and his rider. Cue the matador music. Sh** just got real. Lets do this thing.
The gm is confused but hey, he'll roll with it and within seconds the thing has me in its mouth and is getting ready to shake me like a dog shakes a ragtoy and snap my little neck... Luckily i have initiative... I say i'll try stabbing it in the eye and scriggling his brain. Oh... and i'm not gonna roll for it... Fate point.
The look on his face gave me the impression he'd never seen anything like this before. Then he got up, left the room and I heard him tell his wife 'he's using a fate point for an attack'.... So clearly at least for this guy it HAS never been done before.... He comes back and tries to make a ruling that by the book a fate point can only get you out of certain death. I'm like hey. I'm in his mouth. His next attack is to kill me. If i stab him in the brain and flip his switch then he can't do that... So I am using it to get out of certain death, the only way I can...
He rules that the sword goes up the things nose and it freaks out and lets go of me but doesnt drop. The rest of the party arrives and we handle the fight fairly easy. He got his fate point... Should be good to go right?
Oh how wrong i was. Our gm constantly reminds us that he hates players who dont care about their characters and are always thinking 'what am i going to play next.
He also makes it very clear that if you survive his campaign you get to join his personal cast of characters in Castle wolfensburg.... Veterans making the last stand on the last frontier, the front lines of the chaos invasion.
I think well. This is crap. I dont enjoy campaigns that are about storming the beaches of normandy with a spoon and for my character's glory to just end up broken and insane in some future campaign of his doesnt seem like something to really strive for. He also makes it abundantly clear that if you bravely die, you'll never be spoken of again. No tales of great deeds, not remembered by those that survived watching your great deeds. You die, its the death of your character and any greatness you've ever achieved.
I'm thinking here's why warhammer players dont care about their characters...
So the next week I think shouldnt be too bad. He got his fate point from me. Back to being low key...
Yohan attacks our caravan and pulls everyone away from the cart. I dont want to leave the cart undefended so i try to ride in front of it to stop it. The horses pulling the cart are too weak to stop it and they slam into me. Three horses tumble over me and the cart lands on top of me. Two of Yohans henchmen are coming to get some fate points out of me while i'm pinned under the cart. Lucky die rolls and I take one of them out, a very lucky fireball takes out another and blows yohan off the cart on my side. I survived being ran over by 3 akimbo horses, survived a 2 on one while pinned under a cart and still have 3 fate points... Now with yohan falling on my side of the cart i'm thinking here it is! Glory! Fate point! I'm going to try and get Yohan to land on my sword when he falls... Max damage... To the face... Excellent!
It only knocks him out, and before i can slash his throat one of yohans henchmen come in and haul him to safety. He wakes up, starts to run, dwarf chucks an axe at him. Another critical success roll, Yohan parries with the body of the living henchman that drug him to safety, hops on his horse and rides off into the sunset. Seriously? He says Yohan only survived because he used a fate point. I'm thinking didnt he lose his fate points when he became an npc? No more glorious pc destiny right? I guess not.
Later that night he says we come upon a circle of witches chanting and opening a hellgate. Someone in our party fireballs them and they're all taken out in one shot. The hellgate is destabilizing but a demon is coming through. There are 4 players in our group and its clear we all are of the mind that the gate is a vertical circle. Some folks are trying to push him back through and all that. I think i'll try going around to the other side. see if poking my fencing sword through the 'hole' will make it through to its back or not. Suddenly the whole party discovers that its not a vertical hole but a horizontal one because he asks me if 'I'm looking down'
I think why would i be looking down? I'm trying to stab this thing in the back through the hellgate that stands between us... Oh no. its a hole in the ground. So you're looking down into hell. You gain 5 insanity points. No... If it were a hole in the ground why would I try to flank him. I cant reach him if he's on the far side of the hole. If its a horizontal hole i'd never be back here in the first place...
Well there ya have it. horizontal hole. 5 insanity points. No way to stab him in the back because he's on the far side of the hole. What are you going to do?
So I position myself at the demon's right side and I plan to tackle him. Not in a way that i'll knock him down the hole... Just tackle him down. Roll an 11. Doubles are critical successes in warhammer, so it doesnt get much better than that. He asks me ok... whats the ideal scenario for you tackling him here...
I think well, i was just planning on tackling him, but if you're asking me whats ideal I'd have to say a carom shot where i knock him in the hole and i bounce away from it. That sounds like a critical success to me.
So he then decides i've hit the demon in the knees and its falling backwards into the pit, but that on its way down its stabbed me in the back with a dagger, that now i'm inexplicably 'grappled' by the dagger and i'm being pulled into the pit. Others try to grab me by the belt and are asked if they're going to straddle the pit to grab my belt. Somehow i'm face up, demon hanging from a knife in my back (still grappled just by the knife being in me), holding on by just my heels and fingers, and the guy who has my belt isnt strong enough to pull me out. In comes the dwarf but since I'm practically in hell now and they're all lookin down the hole thats another 5 insanity points for them and another 7 for me. 3 fate points later and 1 fate point from the dwarf and i'm out and safe.
But thats 4 fate points and 12 insanity points, nearly party wide 5 insanity points because I rolled a critical success. I'd hate to see what happens when I roll badly.
Seems like it. Like a zombie campaign. The goal is survive as long as you can, which shouldnt be long.
I get the feeling most of you have missed the point of Aha!. It means post the first thing that happened to you, and at this point, any, that was so funny, everyone at the table had a hard time calming down. Even the GM. I know mine wasn't extremely funny the way it was presented, but the way it happened in the game was AMAZING.
Definitely my last story was an AHA moment that our dm is a killer dm who's happy to violate 4 primary laws of dming in the span of a single session.
And my contribution was our first AHA moment about how to properly handle PVP in a campaign... and the lasting reprocussions if you don't.
If you want to know the first memorable moment I can think of its my buddy playing a barbarian named Booger, and his battlecry was his name.
It was funny to both of us at the time. We were 12.
Seems somewhat anticlimactic in retrospect.
Is that what it was supposed to be? You said "first memorable and awesome" moment, not funny.
The first funny moment we had was probably going through Serpent's Skull and coming across that big door with all the symbols and stuff on it.
I made a Kn. Religion check and failed by ONE (with two people assisting no less). So of course that means poor Navorak the Half Orc Monk turns to the rest of the party and says "Sorry guys, I don't know s+~$.".
I then spend about 10 minutes trying to figure out different ways to open the door.
"Can I do Kn. History?"
"Sure"
*Roll a 1*
*Try a whole bunch of other stuff that's fairly reasonable and get frustrated*
"Damn. I try to bust the door down."
"You hurt your hand."
"I try to use Stunning Fist on the door."
"It doesn't work."
It gets more ludicrous from there.
And so on. By this point pretty much everyone, including the GM is rolling on the floor laughing at my increasingly desperate attempts to open this door. Navorak becomes obsessed with it for the next 3 sessions before we find a way around it.
In a heroes unlimited campaign our automotive expert had made a heavily armored nuclear powered 70's era lincoln continental with superfuel efficiency. A car that would never run out of gas... He had to dive out of it for a reason that was not memorable and lost it forever.
The memorable part was the ludicrous number of cameo appearances it made in campaigns after that... the unmanned lincoln continental, rolling through the fields of postapocalypse rifts earth... Someone tried to shoot it down with a smoke grenade and just broke out the window, so now it rolls through the fields unstoppable with smoke billowing out the window.
Oh and an angry bunny riding where the hood ornament should have been. But thats another story...
We decided to have a ninjas and superspies campaign and forewarned the players that it was going to start out at a sort of hidden island kumite sort of scenario. Gladitorial arena kung fu style. Classic 80s fare...
Our brilliant auto expert decides not to play a martial artist but to once again play an auto expert and so he made this heavily weaponized semi.
We're like uh. how are you going to get your semi to the island. So he goes out of his way to hire a ferry to take his semi to the island, is very particular to the island natives and the ferry operator about the specifics of how his property is to be handled and every time he talks to them they simply say 'Yeeeeees!'
He cant be a fighter in the tournament so instead of playing a high roller he says he's posing as a reporter... The party arrives at the island where the high rollers are treated like honored guests, the fighters themselves are treated like royalty, and he is put into a tiny little rickshaw once again with a little old island native who answers every question with 'yeeees!'
He is placed in a tiny little room thats almost a stone walled prison. In the bathroom he finds a bar of soap. Written on the soap is the word 'yes!'
Turns on the tv and its a commercial for the soap. Yesfully clean.... yesfully clean!
You're not fully clean unless you're yeeeeesss!!! fully clean!
These seem to be more Ha ha moments than AHA moments...
I remember watching someone try to choke a lich with his bare hands.
I thought...Do liches have to breathe?
When Chik-lit, my 15th level Thri-keen Fighter/Tempest who was quad-wielding bastard swords killed a marilith in 4 seconds.
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Yes, we tend to run high powered games, why do you ask? :)
I don't ask... I was there!
He failed to mention that we were in the process of confronting Graz't in his throne room. At the time we were working for a demon prince of our DM's own fancy that fed us all kinds of info on him.
Our half-fiend bard talked our way into the throne room and then proceeded to bluff him into letting down his guard a bit and then with a pre-arrange signal we opened up a can of whoop-ass on him.
Our party was maximized to the nines, and surprising enough none of our PCs took one point of damage in the whole battle. That was probably more luck than management. It was truly epic though.
First FUNNY aha moment? The VERY first?
I was six when I started playing. My older brothers grabbed me, marched me into the dining room and sat me down with a sheet of paper I could barely read. David, the older of the 2, explains to me I'm Gandalf, the master ilusionist, with a Staff of the Magi and other spells and powers. My other brother, Matt, is Killgore, the mighty ranger. He then holds up a module with a black and purple cover; there's this creepy spider-lady on it.
Fast forward; we make our way through the Demonweb Pits, somehow all the way to Loth herself. My illusionist has been warned by an Uber-powerful female cleric named Shasta (after the playboy model, not the drink) that I cannot, under ANY circumstances, break my staff. Killgore has been given the legendary sword Arumdia; the only weapon powerful enough to kill the demon queen.
Anyway we're standing there doing battle with Loth, and Matt has got her on the ropes. Of course we're both circling the drain HP wise. He raises the mighty sword for the final blow...rolls a 1. I don't remember if in 1980 in AD&D there was a FORMALIZED fumble rule, but David thought it was hilarious and told Matt he MIGHT fumble and to roll again: Natural 1.
The artifact blade, Arumdia, shattered a few inches above the hilt.
In desperation I did the only thing I could think of; I snapped the Staff of the Magi like a twig over my knee. I rolled some percentiles, my brother looked at me like I grew a second head, and then proceeded to tell me that we'd plane-shifted back, just a few feet from Shasta's temple door.
"You BROKE THE SWORD?" That was all she could muster. We played D&D for hours, had epic fights, and "won" through a retributive strike, and all the cleric cared about was that we broke her precious artifact. I can still remember my brother David, pretending to be a girl with a shrill voice and wide eyes, standing at the other side of the table shrieking "YOU BROKETHE SWORD??!!!"
It's not as funny 32 years later, but I remember it being SO funny at the time I almost wet my pants.
This also launched an epic artifact that stuck around in my games for the next 2 decades: the Hilt of Arumdia. It always appeared at low levels as a worthless, broken sword but with a little spit, polish and a new blade it might be worth somehting. Adding a blade immediately revealed it as a +1 weapon. As time wore on the thing would advance in power, revealing more an more powers and ultimately a mission to slay a specific baddie in line with the current campaign.
I've had TONS more since, but that was my first. I was HOOKED and have carried on ever since. Man, thanks for making me thinking of that!
When the party gained the initiative on a Greater Abyssal Basilisk, and it was murdered before getting an opportunity to act by a combined salvo from the archer followed by a great-axe crit from a charging raging barbarian.
we were downright shocked that it was dead before half the party knew it was there.
Carrion Crown -
We arrive at the BBEG's main fortress - front door. There something scary - I didn't make the save vs fear - so I drop the artifact in front of the front door and runs away!
Party kills the scary things. Gives me the sword and tells me they'll take it away from me if I loose it again. 2 minutes later we meet a banshee. Again not a good day for saves. I drop to -1 HP. The party kills the banshee. And heals me... I look around, and quitly says "I pick up the artifact..."
Playing the old TSR Marvel Game as Spider-Man in the introductory Day of the Octopus Adventure (or something like that, damn my early onset senility), and the first encounter is with a purse snatcher in the park. My cuz (GM) asks me what I do, I tell him I yell "Stop!" to the thief. We're all incredibly new to the rules, and in elementary school, and rule that it's a psyche check. I roll 99 in the red or something, and the guy stops. Not a punch thrown or web slung.
Playing the old TSR Marvel Game as Spider-Man in the introductory Day of the Octopus Adventure (or something like that, damn my early onset senility), and the first encounter is with a purse snatcher in the park. My cuz (GM) asks me what I do, I tell him I yell "Stop!" to the thief. We're all incredibly new to the rules, and in elementary school, and rule that it's a psyche check. I roll 99 in the red or something, and the guy stops. Not a punch thrown or web slung.
Had an AHA related to my wife for Marvel. We rolled up mutants and she ends up with shape-changing powers (we're all in High School and my wife is my girlfriend at the time; she's also very NOT a gamer). Our characters are low-powered so we're facing off against street criminals with some AIM hardware.
Bad guys are half in/half out of a warehouse. The whole rest of the party fails miserably attempting to capture them while my wife hovers overhead as a bird. She looks at the map and says "can I turn into a net?" Sure I respond. "I turn myself into a net and throw myself on them." Rolls a 98/Red grapple, binding them up so perfectly she knocks all 4 bad guys out in one shot. She looks at the rest of us and asks "Did we win? Is the game over? Can we go out now?"
Since then my wife has ace rolled/killed games half a dozen times. She charges a BBEG in a tournament game at Gen Con; her barbarian 2 handing a great sword. 20/max damage. Game over. She looks at me and says "I'm kind of bored; I'm getting a hot dog. You want anything?" My wife has an AHA nearly every time she plays. My guy friends don't ask her to join their reindeer games anymore.
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Playing Oriental Adventures (the 1st ADD version) as a kensai (unarmed martial artist).
We were getting our collective ass handed to us by a caster with an incredibly high AC. He was just strolling around ignoring our attacks and casting spells (including petrifying the party's samourai).
He struck my characters' NPC sensei (and platonic lover) unconscious and she fell down the balcony where the fight was taking place. My character jumped after her, checked that she was still alive, jumped back up on the balcony and struck at the bad guy. Natural 20 !!!
I kind of got his full interest right then and there.
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Epic level game, running a 3PP monk with Vow of Poverty. Friendly NPC gets grappled by a Blackstone Gigant.
"Give me one of those rings we have in the bag."
"But you can't use them!"
"It's for him, not I."
My character then proceeds to scale the construct and hand off the ring of freedom of movement so everyone escapes alive.
^The sad part is that depending on how much of a dick your GM is about the "borrowing or carrying things worth more than 50 GP", he could have lost his Ki for that.