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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brakkart" data-source="post: 1572031" data-attributes="member: 19617">Well my most embaressing death as a character was so bad, my DM (Eccles on these boards) immortalised it in verse, thusly:Lo! Harken ye and listen,To the tale as yet unsaid,A story that will let you know,How Jared became dead.A mission once he undertook,A man he had to slay.A merchant-spy in Dagger Falls,Most evil and depraved.The price for this foul murder,Was training and a home.A princely sum for the Blackspawn,A Half-Drow on his own.So Jared took his weapons up,Twin blades both shining bright.Fasten'd his best armour on,Then slid into the night.The challenge that beset him first;The leaving of his room.Not wishing to descend below,Where skin-tone spelt his doom.With mighty slash, our heroCut his sheets up into lines,And fasten'd them atop his bed,Instead of some good twine.Then swinging out of the window,He scrambled down the wall.At least that was his cunning plan;His knots weren't good at all.A goodly way he plummeted,And hard he struck the ground.He fled the cobbles as they were,Bloody linen all around.Limping hard, he then set off,His target's home he knew.He travelled 'cross the unknown town,And arrived afore the dew.'Twas there that mighty Blackspawn,Met challenge number two,As he beheld a mighty wall,Which blocked the house from view.All in the night, and stealthy-like,The half-drow man did climb,His fingers found no purchase,He fell in the ditch and whined.He clutched his skull in darkened hands,And moaned out loud in pain.Then swiftly quaffed a potion,So he could walk again.Now the doughty warrior,A grimace on his face,Walked backwards thirty paces,Turned, and began to race.His running form closed on the wall,Our hero failed to leap,And with a crash, he fell to earth,All crumpled in a heap.He tried once more, he tried again,Our hero tried and failed,After three collisions with the wall,The half-drow's spirits quailed.So now he walked around the place,A-spying at the doors.Just checking out the building,And counting its two floors.All strengthened in his knowledge,He turned back to the wall.Then taking out his grappling-hook,Climbed up, and did not fall.All nimble-like, the subtle drowThe garden he didst scout.Selected where he would descend,Climbed down, and heard no shouts.Avoiding hazards, cross the grass.He listened, at the door,His plan was then to slip inside,And climb to the top floor.Alas! As mighty Jared found,The door, at night, was locked.The half-drow had no skill with picks,And hence this way was blocked.So thus, our Prince-Assassin,Climbed back atop the wall.Scrambling, silent, o'er the roof,Was careful not to fall.Tremendous find! That moment,The stealthy one did pass,A mighty window in the roof,All made of brittle glass.All subtlety, our hero,Didst wield his mighty swords.And breaking silence broke the glass,Which fell in noisy shards. Cat-like, the noble warrior, Down to the landing leapt, And nimbly dodging broken glass, Around the corner crept. He now saw he was in a hall, With four doors and a stair, He heard a cry come from the north,There was an armed man there.The fight began, as Jared drewHis swords against his mark.And slashing wide, began to fightThe butler in the dark.A second cry, and then a third,Feet on the stairs, and then,Quite shortly, brave Sir Jared,Was duelling 4 grown men.A slash, a stab, and then two foesHad fallen to the floor.To tell the truth they fell downstairs,Some twenty steps or more.However, in the dark combat,Brave Jared lost his wayAnd could not tell which foeman wasThe one he had to slay.Backing down the corridor,The eager warrior fled,And swiftly drank a second draught,To heal his fractured head.The two remaining enemiesFought bravely in the dark.And narry one of Jared's blowsCould close upon its mark.The self-same problems did not holdFor Blackspawn's doughty foes.A merchant and his butlerRained down their deadly blows.Not once, not twice, but fifteen times,The brave young drow was struck,He backed away once more andQuaffed his potions without luck.For not a one of Jared's drinks,Held great healing draughts inside,And then, alack, his shining blade,Was thrown off to the side.Then Jared knew the game was up,As sword and axe both fell,The murderous assassin drowFell down the stairs as well. Although not highly in our hearts,This dark-skinned elf is bound,Like this we should remember him;Naked as he was found. And in his death, at last he metThe task that was laid down,As early the next morning,The merchant fled the town.My character Jared Blackspawn was a Rogue4/Ranger1 trying to qualify for the Assassin prestige class! Needless to say the dice really were not with me that night!</blockquote>

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