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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Reynard" data-source="post: 9804709" data-attributes="member: 467">We have all been there: the dice go bad, or someone makes a terrible choice and everyone ends up rolling on the floor with laughter. Let's share those stories today!This happened a very long time ago, playing BECMI. My oldest brother was the DM, and my middle brother was playing along with a couple other kids. I was probably 11 or 12.We were traveling through the wilds, returning from the dungeon laden with loot, when we left the edge of the forest onto a wide open plain. Out in the tall grass was a herd of wild cattle -- all cows inm fact. Soon enough, we saw the massive bull apparently made of iron watching over his harem. We decided we were going to skirt the herd and avoid trouble, just because we did not know what a giant iron bull might be capable of.Well, almost all of us did. My middle brother decided, for a lark, to shoot an arrow at the bull when we were halfway clear. That bull, of course, was a BECMI Gorgon and it immediately charged our party.Now, I was the youngest brother. So, naturally, I was given the worst horse, and was forced to carry the heaviest but least valuable loot (all those copper pieces). So it was no surprise that as everyone else escaped (including my brother who created this problem) I fell behind and was breathed on. Soon there was a permanent statue of my mounted cleric Clarion in that field...But that was not the end of Clarion's indignation. Real time months later, the campaign was leading to The Isle of Dread. Along the way to catch a boat, my brother and friends decided to stop by that field and pick up my statue. I was playing anew character by then, but was excited that we had finally reached high enough level that Clarion could be restored! Alas, no. They put the statue on a cart, brought it to the docks, loaded it onto the ship and finally, in the middle of the sea, dropped it into sea to be forever lost.Why? For the look on my face, apparently.Ah, to be a youngest sibling.</blockquote>

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