Greatest Act of Heroism?

[RangerWickett]

Oh yeah - and when some bad guys tried to use a huge barrel of explosive karthian oil to blow up a building that his friends were inside, Dranko - standing alone on the roof - was forced to pee on the fuse to put it out. I'm pretty chuffed about that, too.

I did love that. Almost makes me want to reread the entire story again . . . but that'll have to wait until after the semester's over.

 

[Chronosome]

Nice stuff, guys...

 

[Henry]

The most heroic thing a character of mine has ever done has been, as a cleric of Tempus, to back a fighter MUCH more powerful than myself under a table, and intimidated him into surrendering.

2nd level cleric of tempus with +7 in intimidate (due to feats and circumstances), rolling a natural "20" against a 5th level fighter, equals one cowed 5th level fighter.

I charged screaming like a madman, bullrushed him straight under a table behind him, and threatened to strike him dead if he moved. He tried to attack me and failed, I then disarmed him and succeeded, and threatened him with a final warning. He didn't move for the rest of the fight.

The DM didn't expect the head of the mercenaries to have such a bad time of it, but we won the fight easily once the leader was cowed.

 

[theyak]

Actually a very amusing battle happened just this week.

The group I'm playing with has just entered Epic so what I'm about to describe may sound a little power mad, but anyway....

I'm playing a Paladin of Bahamut (with 12 levels of Dragon Disciple) and we were in the middle of clearing out an infestation of demons from Elminster's Tower (Elminster has gone bad in this campaign, and currently is nowhere to be found, hence us wandering around his tower looking for him). We had just come across a corridor that ended in a T-Section with huge rooms leading off each side. After the wizrd of the party sent his familiar to investigate it came back and reported that each room was packed almost solid with Vrocks, Bebiliths, and various other demons, with the Vrocks attempting to summon in more demons. When I say chock full, I mean close to 80 Vrocks on each side, 4 Bebiliths and a couple of other nasties in each. The group decided that we would be annihilated if we attempted to fight both at the same time, so I decided, out of sheer Paladin style honour, that they should send me int one room to keep those demons busy whilst the others fought off the rest, locking me in with the other demons with a wall of force. My 'friends' decided this was a fantastic idea, and sent me off to fight.

Amazingly I survived the fight, with copious amounts of 1-shot/charge item usage, and they managed to take care of the otehr room without too much of a problem. I think the DM may have made it slightly easier on me though, because no-one should have survived that fight.

Oh yeah, it was an extremely fun fight, can't tell you how much I enjoy having reach and Great Cleave.

 

[Eccles]

OK then.

There were 5 people in my 2nd level party, and the DM decided that it was time we did graveyard patrols. My character, Callum McLeish, dwarf-hating lunatic in a kilt & a claymore (Bar1/Clr1) was well up for that, as were his colleagues.

At least until we got ambushed by 4 ghouls and a ghast. By the time the surprise round and first two rounds of combat were over, one party member was in negative hitpoints, 2 were paralysed, and a third was being dragged away by the ghast and the remaining 2 ghouls.

Which left me. On 6 hitpoints. Against 2 ghouls and an entirely unwounded ghast. 2 rounds later, all three of the walking dead lay in tiny pieces on the ground, following 2 perfect hits both of which turned into effective Cleave attacks doing nearly maximum damage.

And I even managed to heal the dying party member once the Rage had worn off.

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(The DM did it again a couple of levels later when he put our 4th level party up against about 25 villains, some of whom were actually higher level than we were! Oh, and we were underground in the middle of a flat plain with nowhere to flee to. Our survival that time wasn't heroic; it was just pure dumb luck!)

 

[blackshirt5]

I have a favorite from last night:
Madias, the Master Thief, running across a pew in a cathedral and jumping right at The Beast(see the link in Angcuru's sig line for a picture of the Beast, drawn by Madias himself!) and attacking it while the Gremore and Angcuru were both bleeding profusely. He was sufficiently rewarded by karma, because my dice suddenly went wonky every time I tried to hit him(the Beast rolled like 5's and 6's for attack rolls), and he survived.

Just the thought of this (sometimes very dumb) thief running across the inside of a cathedral to confront something over twice his size is both humorous and very inspiring.

 

[drnuncheon]

This isn't me, or even from a game I was in, but it's just such a great story:

The PCs had found a living (grounded) alien spacecraft that was the source of the troubles they were dealing with, and of course they decided that they would have to deal with them at the source. Their plan was to provide a distraction fighting the mind-controlled guards of the ship while one of their number snuck inside, planted a large amount of explosives, and got out before blowing the place.

Hal volunteered, and was promptly given the explosives. The assault began, and he was able to sneak into the ship without a problem...until the ship itself noticed him. Huge tentacles grew from the walls and ensnared him, carrying him closer to the control center.

As he approached it, he contacted the rest of the team, and gave them the code word to set off the bomb. Thinking he had planted it and gotten clear, they did so. It was only afterwards that they realized what had happened.

J

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

Cool thread.

Sucks to be an anti-hero.


Wulf

 

[Anabstercorian]

Best thing I ever did was save the lives of everyone else in my party - Granted, it was a team effort, but I was the only one who gave my life.

We had just infiltrated a Zhentarim stronghold west of the Dalelands in Faerun. Without much trouble we had managed to waltz in, under disguise, and enter the core of the base... And naturally, that's when we get caught.

We were at the base of the stairs leading down to the dungeon levels. On one side, we had the three clerics of Bane who ruled the stronghold, levels 3 and 4. We were all level 2, I think. On the other side, a constant stream of warriors, EVERY SINGLE WARRIOR from the ground floor!

And me and the cleric planted ourselves in front of the stairway. And I fought, and I raged, and my greataxe tore open jugulars and shredded ribcages and when I finally was struck down, it was on the very last round of my rage.

That's how a worshipper of Garagos should go.

Felt pretty good.

 

[drnuncheon]

Sucks to be an anti-hero.

Yeah, but don't feel too bad - you get your own kind of stories.

J
Sock full of coppers!