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Message: <blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 5204870" data-attributes="member: 41485">First level, 3e Living City. I was playing a halfling fighter, potential future Outrider. We are supposed to sneak into an ogre mage's glacial lair and... steal something? Rescue someone? Can't remember. Once we had the MacGuffin, we had a magic item that would teleport us all out of there when we all held hands and activated the item, so it should not have been too big of an issue. We were not supposed to alert the ogre mage.  So, of course, we alert him. Within a single round, he makes it clear that we're all toast. Trying to salvage the situation, I offer myself as a slave to the ogre mage. Since the ogre mage didn't know about our teleportation item, I figured this would work out okay in the end. We just say goodbye and poof, we're gone. The ogre mage makes me give up my armor and weapons. Standard first level gear, easily done. The rest of the PCs approach. They approach carefully holding hands and reaching out to me.  The ogre mage, understanding that something wrong was up, grabs me and heads deep into his lair. So now it's me, an unarmored, unarmed, first level halfling fighter, alone, versus an ogre mage. I bite his wrist. Somehow, I manage to squirm free of his grasp. I dodge in and under some of his furniture as he tries to cast a firebolt at me. He misses, I rush out and bite his ankle. He picks me up, and I wrestle free again, trying to grab some sort of weapon along the way--I get a scroll case (not really useful to a first level fighter). The other players just watch in awe as I run around, hiding in cabinets, toss pans and spill oil at him, and eventually escape his clutches by climbing up his chimney, with him hot on my tail.  I make it out the top of the chimney and look where I am. It's a featureless plain, an ice sheet, with nowhere to hide. Despondent, I turn back to the chimney--and the ogre mage climbing from it (it was a big chimney). Furious, he grabs me, picks me up, and opens wide to swallow me down. That's when I jam the scroll case down his windpipe. Choking, he drops me. I then proceed to try to knock him back down the chimney while he's distracted. I run back, then run at him at full force, screaming. No good. He's still choking. So I try again. As you can guess though, I'm a halfling, he's an ogre mage, I fail to push him back down the chimney, choking. He eventually retrieves the scroll case from his throat, pulls out his giant sword, and, completely disgusted with both me and himself, slices me in two and leaves. Still, I went down fighting. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f60e.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":cool:" title="Cool    :cool:"  data-smilie="6"data-shortname=":cool:" /></blockquote>

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