The Thread in Which We Share Fond Gaming Memories
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Crothian
First Post
Summer, 1986
I was eleven and a friend who I played D&D with his family owned about 20 acres of woodlands and an old farm house. We would go camping for the weekend and play D&D with a few other friends. The thing was we didn't really own many books or dice. My friend's brother did , but he kept them in his room that he locked. We went into the room adjacent to his, and basically went through the wall as gently as we could. We knocked over the books and basically grabbed what we could and ran. It was two days of great gaming but his brother was very mad with us when we got back. Oddly his dad was not. He got to use that as a reason to finally get some repairs done and by the time we reappeared on Sunday one couldn't tell what we had done.
That weekend we went through Death's Ride, Saber River, and Earthshaker. WE made up characters for them and had a blast.
I was eleven and a friend who I played D&D with his family owned about 20 acres of woodlands and an old farm house. We would go camping for the weekend and play D&D with a few other friends. The thing was we didn't really own many books or dice. My friend's brother did , but he kept them in his room that he locked. We went into the room adjacent to his, and basically went through the wall as gently as we could. We knocked over the books and basically grabbed what we could and ran. It was two days of great gaming but his brother was very mad with us when we got back. Oddly his dad was not. He got to use that as a reason to finally get some repairs done and by the time we reappeared on Sunday one couldn't tell what we had done.
That weekend we went through Death's Ride, Saber River, and Earthshaker. WE made up characters for them and had a blast.
I was 18 in 1978 and I DMed for the first time.I used my "Color Dungeon"
that had a piece of music on cassete tied to every room,The players were all in thier mid-thirties and we started at noon and we were suposed to play untill 4,at3 all the players called thier wives and we ended up playing till 8pm.I had only played maybe 10-15 times before this,but from that moment I was hooked on DMing.
that had a piece of music on cassete tied to every room,The players were all in thier mid-thirties and we started at noon and we were suposed to play untill 4,at3 all the players called thier wives and we ended up playing till 8pm.I had only played maybe 10-15 times before this,but from that moment I was hooked on DMing.
Thornir Alekeg
Albatross!
In 1993, I was recently married and my wife wanted to try out D&D. She didn't want to kill things, so she made an Enchanter, figuring she could use her spells to avoid having to kill.
In our first session, the party was jumped by wererats. They took everyone except my wife's PC down. Faced with certain death and out of spells, she drew her dagger and slew the last wererat. The DM went into graphic detail about the blood pumping from the sliced artery as the wererat collapsed. My wife's response? "Cool!" She became a pretty bloodthirsty player after that.
In our first session, the party was jumped by wererats. They took everyone except my wife's PC down. Faced with certain death and out of spells, she drew her dagger and slew the last wererat. The DM went into graphic detail about the blood pumping from the sliced artery as the wererat collapsed. My wife's response? "Cool!" She became a pretty bloodthirsty player after that.
Alzrius
The EN World kitten
Back in 2001 I was running a group through one of the Freeport Trilogy modules (don't remember which one), and the barbarian had taken a nasty fall through the interior of a hollow tower, hitting the bottom and having only a few hit points left.
The problem was that he'd been raging when he fell, and so had only about two rounds until it wore off and his Con bonus vanished, meaning that the resulting hit point loss would surely kill him. Worse, he'd been paralyzed by a flying serpent-man wizard, and couldn't move to save himself.
The cleric, worried for his friend, realized that there was no way to make it to the ground level in time. At which point, he looked at me and said the most awesome thing ever.
"I jump and grab hold of the flying serpent-man, stab him to death, and ride his corpse down to the ground."
It was one of those moments of sheer badassery - all the moreso for the fact that he pulled off every roll he needed (successfully jump, succeed on the grapple, make the attack, roll enough damage to kill his enemy). Needless to say, I was so impressed that I ruled that he rode the dead serpent-man down to the ground, and on the next round - the last of the barbarian's raging - was able to heal him enough that he survived.
There was much whooping and high-fiving around the game table that day.
The problem was that he'd been raging when he fell, and so had only about two rounds until it wore off and his Con bonus vanished, meaning that the resulting hit point loss would surely kill him. Worse, he'd been paralyzed by a flying serpent-man wizard, and couldn't move to save himself.
The cleric, worried for his friend, realized that there was no way to make it to the ground level in time. At which point, he looked at me and said the most awesome thing ever.
"I jump and grab hold of the flying serpent-man, stab him to death, and ride his corpse down to the ground."
It was one of those moments of sheer badassery - all the moreso for the fact that he pulled off every roll he needed (successfully jump, succeed on the grapple, make the attack, roll enough damage to kill his enemy). Needless to say, I was so impressed that I ruled that he rode the dead serpent-man down to the ground, and on the next round - the last of the barbarian's raging - was able to heal him enough that he survived.
There was much whooping and high-fiving around the game table that day.
IronWolf
blank
Back in the late 80's I remember many a night where the gaming tended to start on a Friday night after the high school football games (we were all band geeks, so we'd been at the game). We'd head to my house - my folks were awesome for hosting. We'd end up with lots of pizza and soda and retire to one of the larger rooms in the house, door shut and about six or seven of us all sitting around on the floor and such with pizza, soda, dice and character sheets playing D&D.
We'd typically wouldn't sleep, in fact my father at the time tended to work OT on Saturdays and be up at 4:30am and we'd still be playing. Folks would tend to head home around 5:30am or 6am in the morning.
Great times!
We'd typically wouldn't sleep, in fact my father at the time tended to work OT on Saturdays and be up at 4:30am and we'd still be playing. Folks would tend to head home around 5:30am or 6am in the morning.
Great times!
TheNovaLord
First Post
early on in my gaming life (~1981 or so) i played AD&D for the first time, my character Yafnir the cleric
he was lawful good, and assisted best he could. One day the party found a magic shield and gave it to Yafnir, my first ever AD&D magic item
some adventures later he got knocked down, and the party ranger valiantly took up his shield, and fought off the assailants. Upon feeling better Yafnir asked for his shield back. The ranger said 'no' and kept it.
some more adventuring later, there is another fight (shock!) the ranger gets knocked unconcious. Yafnir picks up his precious magic shield. For 2 rounds Yafnir prances about, hugging his shield so pleased he has it back, and dances and proclaims about his lovely shiny magic shield
The ranger bleeds out and dies
apparently the DM says this is an 'alignment violation' or something???
he was lawful good, and assisted best he could. One day the party found a magic shield and gave it to Yafnir, my first ever AD&D magic item
some adventures later he got knocked down, and the party ranger valiantly took up his shield, and fought off the assailants. Upon feeling better Yafnir asked for his shield back. The ranger said 'no' and kept it.
some more adventuring later, there is another fight (shock!) the ranger gets knocked unconcious. Yafnir picks up his precious magic shield. For 2 rounds Yafnir prances about, hugging his shield so pleased he has it back, and dances and proclaims about his lovely shiny magic shield
The ranger bleeds out and dies
apparently the DM says this is an 'alignment violation' or something???
Oryan77
Adventurer
Summer of 2007, I dressed up in a sexy librarian outfit and met my wife at a bar. We pretended not to know each other. A few burly guys bought me a drink, but stopped their advances after noticing my facial hair. After a half-hour of flirting with my wife and letting her do some body shots off my belly on the counter top, I pretended to kidnap her and ran out of the bar. The game was going great until the burly guys stopped me in the back alley and gave me a good walloping. I guess they were trying to be heroes or something.
We'd been playing for hours. In those days, I lived 500 miles from my game group and would drive to Pittsburgh every few months for a weekend long marathon. Though we only played four times a year, we averaged 36 hours of table time, so in some sense it evened out.
Many of the PCs were related, the children of a PC from the previous campaign. Already two had fallen. This night, another would die.
Ash was a monk, and a rival to an ogre magi monk. They met in mortal combat and Ash fell. Ash's brother Spring brought Ash's body home, but the first one he saw was not his mother, but his 8 year old baby sister. I, in my best 8 year old voice, asked "Where's Ash?" and Spring's player, already deeply bothered by Ash's death, looked me in the eye and matter of factly said, "Dead," and walked out of the room.
I almost cried right there.
It was awesome.
Many of the PCs were related, the children of a PC from the previous campaign. Already two had fallen. This night, another would die.
Ash was a monk, and a rival to an ogre magi monk. They met in mortal combat and Ash fell. Ash's brother Spring brought Ash's body home, but the first one he saw was not his mother, but his 8 year old baby sister. I, in my best 8 year old voice, asked "Where's Ash?" and Spring's player, already deeply bothered by Ash's death, looked me in the eye and matter of factly said, "Dead," and walked out of the room.
I almost cried right there.
It was awesome.
Gilladian
Adventurer
Wayyyy back in the late 70's. I had a dwarf (named Gilladian) who was my favorite character. He had a 6 int and a 4 wis.
He and 3-4 other characters (including an assassin of mine) decided to rob a dragon's lair. When we got there, the other PCs told Gilladian that he was the "one to go first" into the cave. They promised him that he really could kill the dragon!
He charged in, and attacked, shouting "We are here to kill you!" or something similar. The dragon promptly breathed fire on him, killing him. It then left the cave to see who had dared to invade its cave.
Meanwhile, the other PCs crept down a secret passage and into the lair from the back. They looted the cave of much valuable loot, but dared not stay very long for fear the distracted dragon would soon return and catch them.
The dragon did return, discovered much treasure was missing, and left again to track down the thieves. It knew about the secret passage, but was just too big to USE it. It found the PCs, attacked them, and killed them all (including my assassin character).
At which point I asked the DM if I had regenerated to life yet... (I had a ring of regeneration on, which everyone else had forgotten). Gilladian awoke, filled his pack with the choicest remaining treasure, and went back to town. Imagine his terrible disappointment when he discovered that none of his loyal friends had survived their ambush by the dragon. He never did figure out that he'd been set up! I loved that dwarf...
He and 3-4 other characters (including an assassin of mine) decided to rob a dragon's lair. When we got there, the other PCs told Gilladian that he was the "one to go first" into the cave. They promised him that he really could kill the dragon!
He charged in, and attacked, shouting "We are here to kill you!" or something similar. The dragon promptly breathed fire on him, killing him. It then left the cave to see who had dared to invade its cave.
Meanwhile, the other PCs crept down a secret passage and into the lair from the back. They looted the cave of much valuable loot, but dared not stay very long for fear the distracted dragon would soon return and catch them.
The dragon did return, discovered much treasure was missing, and left again to track down the thieves. It knew about the secret passage, but was just too big to USE it. It found the PCs, attacked them, and killed them all (including my assassin character).
At which point I asked the DM if I had regenerated to life yet... (I had a ring of regeneration on, which everyone else had forgotten). Gilladian awoke, filled his pack with the choicest remaining treasure, and went back to town. Imagine his terrible disappointment when he discovered that none of his loyal friends had survived their ambush by the dragon. He never did figure out that he'd been set up! I loved that dwarf...
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