Piratecat said:
Dang, I liked the idea for your old character. At the risk of derailing the thread, can you tell us what happened?
I'm not exactly sure if you were talking to me, and if you were referring to a character I'd been planning for a different, 14th-level game (the eldritch knight battlefield teleporter) or to the character for this 4th level game (a changeling ninja-psion). Here's where a bit of the complication comes from. This past weekend I played in one game Friday night, ran my own game Saturday night, rested on Sunday, then played in another game on Monday. (For a synopsis of my Saturday game, read
This week in my game – the Dungeon of Avalon, Nazi vampires, and hailing to the king.)
The Friday night game with the teleporter went well. I narrowly survived a full attack by a half-fiend fire giant blackguard thanks to
blink. The character's personality is coming out like some sort of Dalelands John Crichton from Farscape.
The Monday night game is more of a traditional dungeon crawler, set in Eberron. The DM allows us to take flaws from Unearthed Arcana (as well as a few house ruled ones). My PC had an intense phobia of aberrations (using Heroes of Horror rules), since in my backstory I'd been a powerful ninja who was mind-wiped by a creature that is WotC intellectual property. We were exploring a sewer in Sharn when teleporting flayer spawn (some sort of new monster) appeared all around us and grappled the faces of all the party except me.
I failed my Will save against the horror and panicked, deciding the fastest way to get rid of the brain-eating monsters would be to hit them all at once. So I manifested
energy arc, a psionic power that shoots energy in a cone. It did a pittance of damage, and hit both flayerspawn and PC alike.
That's when I discovered one of the other PCs had taken the flaw that makes him
have to chase down and kill anything that hurts him. He pulls the flayerspawn off his face, and crushes it, while I'm cowering from the tiny tentacles. He looks at me with fury (and his player apologizes sheepishly while I and the rest of the table giggle at what we
know is going to happen), and then he smashes my head into the wall with his greatclub, dealing 28 points of damage to my 15 hp.
It was a pretty amusing way to die. They tried to give him a fiery funeral, but didn't have enough wood, and ended up just accidentally setting my body on fire so it'd smolder. Horrified, they tried to put me out, and ended up dumping my body into a drainage pipe. Forty feet down I splashed and vanished.
So yeah, I'm looking for something a little more light-hearted. *grin*