What are your Moments of Awesome?

[Thudloderp]

This requires a bit of explanation.

In the game a friend of mine was running, there was an extraplanar race of basically miniature Minotaurs called the Taur, and their world and the main realm were connected by magic ruins. They were as big as Medium Creatures could get, and could wield weapons and use combat manuevers as if they were Large Creatures.

I rolled a Taur Monk because holy jesus I hated playing a sorcerer and the Taur were too cool. His name was a bit hard to say if you couldn't speak Giant, so he went by Crunch.

Crunch was a Sacred Mountain monk, and between his wisdom, some magic bracers, and his racial natural armor, he was a bit of a TANK, and with his monk training and his size, an AMAZING GRAPPLER. Further, our party was a bard, a summoner and his dryad-like eidolon, and a scrivener wizard, so he was our bestest frontliner.

During one of our adventures, we were party to a troupe of level 0 wizards and their teacher accidentally making a ruin summon four large elementals. It -would- have been 6 but we lucked out on the dice.

Our party split to deal with the elementals, with me having the important job of making absolutely sure that the earth elemental couldn't wreck our crap. I was given a Mage Armor and a Haste buff to accomplish this.

Remember that being a tank thing? While Crunch Paul Bunyan'd the elemental with Ki-enchanced Flurries of Blows, the elemental really only landed one good hit. Eventually it swore at Crunch in Terran and tried to Overrun him to get to the wizard apprentices.

DM : "The elemental rumbles angrily and charges you, seeking to trample you underfoot and assault the mages behind you. 33. What's your CMD?"

Me : *cluelessly* "Um...34, I think. Does mage armor or haste make that higher?"

The table goes silent, the DM takes me aside to go over my sheet, go over the books, makes sure everything is in order, before taking me back to the table and asking how I stuff this golem's charge.

"Crunch sets his feet into the dirt, braces himself, and RAMS HIS SHOULDER into the elemental to shove it back, before brandishing his blade and yelling in giant, "I AM THE STRENGTH THAT HOLDS UP THE HEAVENS!""

After the fight was over, Crunch ended up taking the core out of the elemental, and giving it to a blacksmith to forge into a new sword, and also a new amulet, which he wore as a trophy.

[Theeris]

we were attacked by a giant scorpion (a GM modified version so it was a decent challenge) at level 1, and all my allies were unconscious. i pull out my longbow and scream at it. i roll at nat 20, and a 6/6 on my damage die, taking it from almost full health left to unconscious and bleeding out. i do a coup de grace on it and kill it. it was amazing

[The Alkenstarian]

Many years ago, I played a game of rolemaster, and played a dervish. It was a good campaign and I was a bad player (I did say it was many, many years ago) but nonetheless, I had one moment of awesome I like to remember.

The party was walking through the woods, with weapons drawn and nerves on their sleeves, since we had been told the place was veritably infested with hostile creatures.

Suddenly, we are beset on all sides by a group of centaurs, and the GM, wanting to kill my character off (I did say I was a bad player back then), let the largest, most menacing and most heavily armed of the bunch bear down on my dervish, bellowing like a constipated rhinoceros and swinging his huge, two-handed sword to cut me down about a head in height.

My dervish was an expert in a system called "deadly dances", which meant I could pick the crit-tables I rolled on from -every- crit table released for Rolemaster (which is inarguably the most crit-table heavy game ever made ... there are hundreds and hundreds to choose from). Most people with that ability choose to consistently roll on the falling damage table since -nothing- in Rolemaster comes close to the lethality of falling. You'll die if you jump off a phonebook.

I always thought that was a bit daft, so I used a lot of different crit-tables for my character, always looking for something fun and new to try. So she jumped up on a rock, swung around her own axis and delivered a devastating kick to the sternum of the centaur ... and I rolled a critical hit.

I chose to roll on a fragmentation crit table I had just come across, and without knowing it, literally blew the upper body off the horse-part of the centaur.

The centaurs promptly surrendered and made me their new chief, since that was who I had killed. It was a bit awkward, really.

After that, I was known as the player who unhorsed a centaur.