DragonLancer
Hero
In my case it was a Bullywug.
What was the first monster you killed in D&D?
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PaulGreystoke
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Well, that was almost 25 years ago, so I'm not sure. 
Actually I know that I was playing 2 of the pregenerated characters from A1 - the human fighter "Ogre" & the female half-elf ranger. So whatever monster was in the first occupied room of the module - ghouls perhaps? Anyway I definitely remember killing the giant sundew later on. The ranger killed it with one of her +1 arrows after "Ogre" got bored & charged the thing when it became apparent that the monster was unusually resistant to ranged attacks (I think it took only 1/4 damage from missile weapons.) Anyway, "Ogre" took out more than 1/2 its hit points before getting entangled in its tendrils, leaving it vulnerable to a few well-placed arrows. The other players thought I was crazy, but the DM admitted that "Ogre"'s strategy - while flawed - was effective.
Actually I know that I was playing 2 of the pregenerated characters from A1 - the human fighter "Ogre" & the female half-elf ranger. So whatever monster was in the first occupied room of the module - ghouls perhaps? Anyway I definitely remember killing the giant sundew later on. The ranger killed it with one of her +1 arrows after "Ogre" got bored & charged the thing when it became apparent that the monster was unusually resistant to ranged attacks (I think it took only 1/4 damage from missile weapons.) Anyway, "Ogre" took out more than 1/2 its hit points before getting entangled in its tendrils, leaving it vulnerable to a few well-placed arrows. The other players thought I was crazy, but the DM admitted that "Ogre"'s strategy - while flawed - was effective.
Scarbonac
Not An Evil Twin
The first thing I recall killing was...troglodytes.
In the first games that I played in high school (24 or so years ago), the DM had us adventuring in a city...sorta. Apparently the city had been rebuilt many times over the ages, and there were prime dungeons down deep underneath everything. There were doorways/portals/passages, some widely known and others...less known...that would take people brave (or stupid) enough into secret monster lairs. Sometimes the monsters came to the surface and hunted humans in the shadowy places, but I guess that the local PTB couldn't be bothered to do anything about them.
So, a bunch of our characters, including the barbaric Gaelic fighter, played by your humble narrator -- who was armed with a dagger, broadword and morningstar -- would gather together, sneak through a portal and start monsterhunting. Deep under the rancid city sewers, through empty lost rubble-choked streets, tripping over the detritus of past civilizations and squeezing through narrow, fungus-filled corridors, we encountered a reasonably solid-looking door. We listened; din't hear nuthin. The rest of the band starts quietly discussing what our options were.
So I kicks in the door with a hideous Highlander ululation, and sees:
A longish room, with a table at its center; around the table were seated a group of reptile-y things with tall crests on their skulls.
"Troglodytes!" someone hissed (probably the magic-user; he was fairly well-educated).
On the table was a live human, trussed-up on a large platter with a fruit in his mouth.
With a bellow, I starts hacking with me broadsword and smashing with me meat-tenderizer, laying waste to many of the trogs.
Things are a little hazy after that, but what I remember is that I woke up wrapped in bandages made of torn cloaks and the like, in brain-scrambling pain. Between some healing draughts that the rest of the group had found in the trogs' stuff, and natural healing, I survived to loot another lost treasure or 50.
It was...glorious...
In the first games that I played in high school (24 or so years ago), the DM had us adventuring in a city...sorta. Apparently the city had been rebuilt many times over the ages, and there were prime dungeons down deep underneath everything. There were doorways/portals/passages, some widely known and others...less known...that would take people brave (or stupid) enough into secret monster lairs. Sometimes the monsters came to the surface and hunted humans in the shadowy places, but I guess that the local PTB couldn't be bothered to do anything about them.
So, a bunch of our characters, including the barbaric Gaelic fighter, played by your humble narrator -- who was armed with a dagger, broadword and morningstar -- would gather together, sneak through a portal and start monsterhunting. Deep under the rancid city sewers, through empty lost rubble-choked streets, tripping over the detritus of past civilizations and squeezing through narrow, fungus-filled corridors, we encountered a reasonably solid-looking door. We listened; din't hear nuthin. The rest of the band starts quietly discussing what our options were.
So I kicks in the door with a hideous Highlander ululation, and sees:
A longish room, with a table at its center; around the table were seated a group of reptile-y things with tall crests on their skulls.
"Troglodytes!" someone hissed (probably the magic-user; he was fairly well-educated).
On the table was a live human, trussed-up on a large platter with a fruit in his mouth.
With a bellow, I starts hacking with me broadsword and smashing with me meat-tenderizer, laying waste to many of the trogs.
Things are a little hazy after that, but what I remember is that I woke up wrapped in bandages made of torn cloaks and the like, in brain-scrambling pain. Between some healing draughts that the rest of the group had found in the trogs' stuff, and natural healing, I survived to loot another lost treasure or 50.
It was...glorious...
drakhe
First Post
Killed me a human ...
Me very first character in DnD: Ishkla Waterbirch, wild-elven rogue/sorcerer, sole survivor of the slaughter wrought on his clan of the Taitak by Zenthilar.
It was I guess the second or third session I played when the party ended up in a town where a group of young nobles enjoyed the sport of "hunting". They particularly liked to try their sport on a wild elf. I got captured, and by night released naked and without weapons or equipment into the forest. My first kill was one of the human nobles hunting me and a grand manouvre it was: I was driven into a staked pit-trap, but could avoid the stakes because of some very successfull reflex rolling. When I tried to climb out of the pit the noble attacked me, trying to push me back into the pit. I pulled the human into the pit and by means of some serious acrobatics (and lots of good dice) I ended up on top of this human and kinda staked him...
Pitty I never got to play that character very long: a couple of sessions later, I made the stupid mistake (curiosity killed the wild-elf) of touching a wizards mirror and got sucked into it. Trapped into th mirror for ever....
Drakhe
Me very first character in DnD: Ishkla Waterbirch, wild-elven rogue/sorcerer, sole survivor of the slaughter wrought on his clan of the Taitak by Zenthilar.
It was I guess the second or third session I played when the party ended up in a town where a group of young nobles enjoyed the sport of "hunting". They particularly liked to try their sport on a wild elf. I got captured, and by night released naked and without weapons or equipment into the forest. My first kill was one of the human nobles hunting me and a grand manouvre it was: I was driven into a staked pit-trap, but could avoid the stakes because of some very successfull reflex rolling. When I tried to climb out of the pit the noble attacked me, trying to push me back into the pit. I pulled the human into the pit and by means of some serious acrobatics (and lots of good dice) I ended up on top of this human and kinda staked him...
Pitty I never got to play that character very long: a couple of sessions later, I made the stupid mistake (curiosity killed the wild-elf) of touching a wizards mirror and got sucked into it. Trapped into th mirror for ever....
Drakhe
cignus_pfaccari
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In AD&D2, I'm pretty sure it was a goblin. Or possibly a wererat.
In 3.0, it was a human highwayman who ambushed me with two of his friends in the introductory adventure to Birthright.
Brad
In 3.0, it was a human highwayman who ambushed me with two of his friends in the introductory adventure to Birthright.
Brad
BigFreekinGoblinoid
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Human, the worst kind of monster evar!
I'm kind of surprised there aren't more human responses ...
I'm kind of surprised there aren't more human responses ...
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A'koss
Explorer
My first game was actually one where I filled in spot at school (I was 10 at the time so my memory of it is a liiiittle hazy). I can't even be sure what class I was playing - a thief I think and all I remember was going down a hall, turning left, going through a wooden door and getting into a fight with a "Type V" demon, rolling bunch of colorful dice and yelling "Die!" a lot.
Oh, and I remember having to get over my initial reservation over attacking "a chick", 6 arms and a tail or no...
C.
Oh, and I remember having to get over my initial reservation over attacking "a chick", 6 arms and a tail or no...
C.
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