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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GoodKingJayIII" data-source="post: 1448537" data-attributes="member: 13804">I'll post a humorous moment and a heroic one, both from the same game, different sessions.A little explanation:  half-elves in this campaign are pretty hated.  Think of being a black man in the South in the 1880s and that's probably a pretty decent comparison.Anyway, the party has just completed a nasty confrontation with a doppleganger and and elite-group of assassin elves in the middle of the night, in a ramshackle slum house in an imperial city.  Assassins get desperate, fireball the house, wrecking most of the group.  Our fighter was left in the hosue with -8 HP; we pulled him out before the whole place collapsed.So my half-elven paladin, elven fighter, elven ranger are running through the slums of the city, covered in burn marks and soot, hauling a rather large, unconscious human around with us.  Fireballs and collapsing houses typically cause a lot of noise, so it's natural that we run into several of the city guard.DM (Guard): Did you have anything to do with the commotion and fire in the slums?Paladin (me): Yes, but-Guard: Come with us please.  You need to be questionedMe: We would, but our friend is seriously hurt.Guard: Nevermind that, come with us.Guards start getting antsy and raise their crossbows.  Ranger meanwhile hides with his Ring of the Chameleon.  Guards completely lose track of him.Me: I'm sorry I can't do that.Guard: Put him down, back away, or we will fire.Me (OOC to the DM): **** it.  I run.**Stunned Silence**DM rolls some dice: You now have five crossbow bolts in your back.My overzealous paladin stumbles to the ground, unconscious, collapsing in a heap under our Fighter.  Probably the silliest thing I have ever done.  Made sense at the time...Ok, heroics:A few sessions later the same city is rocked by a horde of zombies and vampire thralls as the Tower of Wizardy goes up in flames.  Our group rushes to the center of the fighting, which is around the tower.  We fall in with a group of city guard, and find ourselves confronted by hordes of undead, captained by two wraiths and a rather nasty-looking cleric.The party is cutting a swath through the swarms of undead, but it's not really getting us anywhere.  City guard are dying and rising on the other side a few seconds later.  Our dwarven cleric turned several thralls, causing them to explode, clearing a path towards the cleric and his wraith bodyguards.  In another moment of zealous inspiration, my Paladin bolts through the hole, charging straight through to the cleric.  Of course, the two wraiths get attacks of opportunity.  Incorporeal attacks of opportunity.  That drain Constitution.Immediately my Con is drained from 15 to 8, but I get a solid hit in on the cleric.  He retaliates with a Quickened Cause Light Wounds, and my poor half-elf is hurting pretty badly.  Next round, I suspect I'm dead.  However, a city guard, inspired by my strike, lunges in front of the attack from one of the wraiths, saving me but turning himself into another wraith in a few rounds.  I pull out a Smite on the Cleric, nearly killing him.  Desperate, his next turn he casts a Cause Serious Wounds.  Not Quickened.  The ensuing AoO relieves him of his head.  Meanwhile, I turn to the wraiths, ready be turned into another thrall.That's when a Searing Light from our Cleric of Pelor roasts one of them as the other one is turned by the Dwarven Cleric (with a very good roll!).  The rest of the undead are pretty lost without their commander.  We make quick work of them, and march our way up the tower to try and staunch the ensuing carnage.Two very fun sessions.</blockquote>

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