The sweetest roll…
Everybody has one. It is that one time you, or someone else in your game, rolled the die when everything was on the line. When the plastic stopped moving, the result was so perfect you found yourself smiling and whistling happy tunes in the car on your way home.
I’m prepping a new campaign and got to thinking about the old ones. This particular moment came back to me, a decade after the event I’m still smiling about it.
Here it is:
It was the final battle of a long well-fought adventure. The bad guy and his cronies clashed with the heroes in a medium-sized room. Both sides were taking a beating, but neither side was gaining the upper hand.
Then, for some piece of logic that still eludes me, the party magic-user whips a fireball into the middle of the melee.
With the exception of one party member, everybody in the room was hit. The magic-user rolled very well on damage and everybody effected rolled miserably on saves. Just about everybody went down. No party deaths, we counted -10hp as death, but they were all in negative numbers.
Only two people were left standing.
In one corner: the main bad guy. A vampire who, though very low on hit points, required a +1 or better weapon to hit.
In the challenger’s corner: a first level wimp PC. It was the player’s first ever session and we had started her off at lvl 1 figuring after the battle she could get into the swing of things. I think she was a druid or something of that nature. The weapon she was holding was most definitely not +1.
As DM, I am not comfortable with wiping someone off the map in a no win situation not of their own creation. So I said, “Roll a twenty and you hit him.” Still tough, but the slim chance matched the party's predicament.
You know she did it.
The table erupted in cheers as Nosferatu expired and wimp set about reviving the party members. Even the magic-user was forgiven in the general back-slapping and dancing.
I would love to hear your stories.
Corey
Everybody has one. It is that one time you, or someone else in your game, rolled the die when everything was on the line. When the plastic stopped moving, the result was so perfect you found yourself smiling and whistling happy tunes in the car on your way home.
I’m prepping a new campaign and got to thinking about the old ones. This particular moment came back to me, a decade after the event I’m still smiling about it.
Here it is:
It was the final battle of a long well-fought adventure. The bad guy and his cronies clashed with the heroes in a medium-sized room. Both sides were taking a beating, but neither side was gaining the upper hand.
Then, for some piece of logic that still eludes me, the party magic-user whips a fireball into the middle of the melee.
With the exception of one party member, everybody in the room was hit. The magic-user rolled very well on damage and everybody effected rolled miserably on saves. Just about everybody went down. No party deaths, we counted -10hp as death, but they were all in negative numbers.
Only two people were left standing.
In one corner: the main bad guy. A vampire who, though very low on hit points, required a +1 or better weapon to hit.
In the challenger’s corner: a first level wimp PC. It was the player’s first ever session and we had started her off at lvl 1 figuring after the battle she could get into the swing of things. I think she was a druid or something of that nature. The weapon she was holding was most definitely not +1.
As DM, I am not comfortable with wiping someone off the map in a no win situation not of their own creation. So I said, “Roll a twenty and you hit him.” Still tough, but the slim chance matched the party's predicament.
You know she did it.
The table erupted in cheers as Nosferatu expired and wimp set about reviving the party members. Even the magic-user was forgiven in the general back-slapping and dancing.
I would love to hear your stories.
Corey
). Like I said 2e, so assassins didn't have to be evil, just non-good. There was this crazy gnome fighter/illusionist stalking us. We hear him and spread out.
