Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="RandomUsernamehmimo71" data-source="post: 2190024" data-attributes="member: 9051">I had one that was pretty sad.. When I first started Roleplaying, I was playing with a bunch of people older than me.. My dad, his friends, etc..That wasn't normally a problem, but It was rather embarrasing whenever I wasn't quite with it.I remember in one session, we in the middle of a tough fight against some undead.. The PCs were losing it badly, and we weren't sure how to get out of it.I was playing an apprentice mage, and running out of spells, but I still had a Polymorph Self.. I thought about it for a minute, and decided we could use that to help.Thge chips were down, everyone was looking roughed up, so I turn to the GM and say triumphantly.."I turn into a Dryad!"Everyone else justs looks at me.. "Why?" The GM asks.."Well, I want to live! We need the best we can to get out of here, and I'm not powerful enough for much more.. A Dryad is the best shot we have."It took about 15 minutes for us to realize that I was misrembering the name of a Drider, not Dryad.I can just imagine it, though.. This beautiful half naked woodspirit charging against the necromantic hordes...</blockquote>