Ahhhhh, this thread brings up one of my favorite 2nd edition stories....I affectionately title the story "Fishing for Balors"
Background - The heros are investigating the ruins of demon infested Myth Drannor. (Yes, in the forgotten realms)
Place - A grand hall within a large building that is still largely intact. There is a beautiful well in the center of a section of the hall.
Problem - One of the PCs believes the well is "special" and continues to play with the well......
After nearly 10 min of playing with the well.....
PC 1 - Ummm.....I pull out my grappling hook and throw it down the well. I start moving it around trying to hook onto something.
Me - *shrug* Fine - roll percentile dice....
PC 1 - Cool......I got a 03.
All Other PCs - We stand back....
(they look worried. low rolls mean bigger things...good or bad)
Me - OK. You've hooked onto something. Roll again...
PC 1 - Cool! Ummmm...I got a 01....
Me - Umm......do you try to yank the thing up?
PC 1 - Yep!
Me - OK.....after yanking a couple of times.....the rope goes slack and loud rumble comes from the well. A second later a large demon with an grin and sword in hand takes a swipe at you. (roll - 20) Um....everyone - the demons angry strike connects with PC 1's neck which causes his head to fly from his body and roll down the hall......
Everyone - *shock*
PC 2 - I use my ring of wishes and wish we were 20 mins before this happened.....
Me - OK. You are walking down the hall and see a beautiful well.....
Everyone - Oh no......
PC 1 - *laughing* I go and look at the well....
Me - As you move towards the well, you get this feeling of dread. You break out in a cold sweat and your neck begins to hurt.....
PC 1 - I GO AROUND!
Good times!
Taren Nighteyes