My first D&D character ever was Bargeld the CN half-orc rogue. I like to imagine he's what James Bond would have been if Bond were a scumbag who grew up on the streets.
We were playing online on Openrpg. The campaign took place in the Scarred Lands setting in the city of Shelzar. In the third session of this campaign, the party, a sorceress, a cleric of the goddess of luck, a bard, Bargeld and another rogue. The lot of us are hired to help locate a merchant caravan lost in the desert. After a few days we find said caravan. It's surrounded by ratmen. The ensuing fight is unspectacular thanks to the aid of a bunch of npc's. Although, the cleric of the luck god dies in one spectacular hit after a 30 (or more) foot jump impales her through the chest with a spear.
We fix up the caravan and start to bring it back to the city. On the way Bargeld notices a loose plank on the wagon and pries it open. A small sack with thirty emeralds, worth about 1,000 GP a piece. Those of us that remain divide the emeralds evenly. We get back to town and sell a few. Bargeld hangs onto several, storing one in his (rather rank) sock.
A few weeks later we're approached by a half-orc who says that a local crime boss wants to meet with us. We go to the tavern, checking our weapons at the door. It's a half-orc/orc bar and is lit so poorly that only Barg can see thanks to darkvision. He spots four orcs with loaded crossbows in one corner.
We sit down and have a talk with the crime boss, who is pissed at us. Apparently those emeralds were supposed to be delivered to him. We all have some left and my line of thought is that this guy can't touch us because we know where to find his jewels and he needs us alive. Bargeld invites him to take the emerald in his sock, which he promtly throws in the face of said boss.
My connection suddenly hits a lag spike. A minute later all the attack and damage rolls pop up on my screen. Bargeld now has three crossbow bolts sticking out of his back. This just as it dawns on me; the boss only needs one of us alive if he wants those emeralds back.
By sheer, stupid luck, Bargeld survived though.