Falldog
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I've always been very proud of the actions of my cleric in my first 3E campaign. Some wicked wizard had set up a nasty piece of machinery at the top of his tower, which we had set out to destroy – and then he'd set a vrock on our tails... Thinking quickly (and not entirely sensibly), I jammed myself on the other side of the wizard's delicate machinery, cast Sanctury, and watched as an increasingly enraged vrock (with a few horrifically unlucky Will saves!) thrashed about among all the wires and tubes to try to get to me.
I think that the DM may have been being kind, and letting my plan work – but only for as long as necessary. Soon after the machine had been suitably mangled, the vrock made his save and started chowing down on my poor, soft flesh...
A narrow escape ensued.
I think that the DM may have been being kind, and letting my plan work – but only for as long as necessary. Soon after the machine had been suitably mangled, the vrock made his save and started chowing down on my poor, soft flesh...
A narrow escape ensued.
