Slaved said:
Yes I do actually. Have you gone through any long or drawn out battles where you have run out of maneuvers yet? I really want a round by round account of that battle with the 800+ hit point and >50AC creature!
We haven't done that one yet. That's Dragotha the dracolich, who we assume is waiting for us at the end of this dungeon.
I did run out of maneuvers in the last fight of the session though, against 6 of his minions (funky humanoid clerics). It wasn't a particularly tough fight, although a wall of stone that split the party delayed the end by a few rounds. I ran out right at the end, and we were joking that now I'd be reduced to doing 1 point of damage per hit. Going from thunderbolts to thumbtacks, as it were.
The more memorable fight for me was against the flesh-construct aberration. We found a huge force-vat containing a hideous soup of body parts and stuff. I mean, the dishes in
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom had nothing on this baby. Naturally, operating on the assumption that everything found in the dungeon was to be either a) looted or b) destroyed, and this was too big to loot, we destroyed it. All the body parts came flooding out and combined into
Voltron a massive flesh-thing that wanted to eat us. The nerve! We did not come into this dungeon to battle against foodstuffs that don't know their place, let me tell you. So we fight.
After a few rounds, the lich in whose lair we were fighting had the temerity to interrupt proceedings. (He'd already interrupted us before, when we demolished a couple of other, smaller, flesh-construct things.) First he put a maximised ball lightning (Spell Compendium?) on top of the dwarf barbarian, which was not nice... then he put a black blade of disaster on top of me, which was even more not nice.
Of course, I didn't really want to save each round against a disintegrate effect, so I figured this was as good a time as any to unleash the big smite. The blade of my sword crackles with an eldritch blue glow as I activate true strike, and I wind up and Power Attack for max, dealing 196 points and exploding the horrible flesh-thing into a shower of Kyuss worms and gore. With the aid of improved evasion I deftly avoid the rain of flesh-eating worms and come out the other side in a suitably dramatic pose.
Until I remember the damn black blade of disaster is still floating on top of me, so I run away and hide in a corner, out of sight of the lich. Same corner as where the dwarf is hiding from the ball lightning, in fact.
Other player is like "you were holding back before this, weren't you?" and I'm like "yeah".
