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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drakhe" data-source="post: 212740" data-attributes="member: 4930">Some more heroicsHow about these:One campaign, I was playing one part of a woodelf twin. We were the last survivors of our tribe (massacered by Zhentarim)So one time we had to run fast being chased by a hunting party with warhounds and all. My sister/twin decides to try and hide in a tree (being wood-elf and all) but does so in plain view of our persuers. Naturaly the three HUGE warhounds are barking up the tree. To try and get herself out of the situation, she gets out her rope, throws it towards another tree and swings tarzan like ... or so she tried. Off course she falls to the ground (the rope didn't even have a noose or a loop or somethin) and gets COMPLETE ripped to bits by the warhounds. (point of note, this was our very first session of a new campaign!)In that same campaign, I also get to do my silly bit. Imagine a wizards tower WITH THE DOOR OPEN ! Since I was a rogue/sorcerer, I wanted to talk the wizard into teaching me some stuff. So silly me wanders off into the tower (rest of the party getting themselves installed in the local inn) and snoop arround. Neat stuff: wooden dog, some golem/constructs and a cool mirror that didn't show a reflection but a nice freindly meadow. Oh and that wooden dog ? I noticed that same self dog running in the meadow. So there's no harm in touching the mirror right ? Well, Ishkla Waterbirch is still running after that dog inside the mirrorOr me again in another campaign (this time Warhammer) I play a scrawny, puny, skinny fellow that has a habit of stooping. Hearing a coach thunder down the road, I decide to help the poor frightened passengers (since I notice the driver is not well) and jump straight between the wheels. So there I'm left with one wound. Ouch. But then the DM decides to punnish me some more by having the stable boys from a nearby Inn put some leeches on my arm "to clean and thin the blood" So there went my last wound. (Some healing potion and a nights sleep later, I plundered local money purses for 6 gold and 14 copper, so there)Finaly some stuff I had happen as a DM: While running the Sunless Citadel, the party has just defeated a bunch of goblins (one of those being high on mushrooms, he looked friendly enough) They had retrieved Azangund (a dwarven made artefact that can raise the dead) and decided to try it out. The bard in the party blew the whistle and raised one of the freshly slain Goblins (yeah you guessed it, the one high on mush) They promptly name the critter Screety and try to have him follow orders. Seems like one word (or rather one verd) commands worked well. So the Bard being who he is promptly points to the party rogue and orders "KISS" Shamble shamble SMACK... I'm looking forward to the day the Rogue gets even... Also in the Sunless Citadel, Meepo the Kobold Guide (and keeper of the Dragon) sprints into the room where Calcryx (the 4 year old white dragon he was guarding) was found, gets himself blasted with the dragon's cold breath. By the time the icy shards melted, Meepo was caried home by his relatives ... in a spunge</blockquote>

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