Yeeeeeesssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Aeric]

There was this one time...the city the PCs had been adventuring in for several sessions was about to be overrun by a tide of monsters issuing forth from a magic portal, and there really was no way for them to stop it at their power level. The player of the party's cleric, being totally in character, tells me that she is going to pray to her goddess for help. Okay, I think, why not? So I tell her to roll percentile; mentally I think, "if she rolls 01, her goddess will intervene." This is a 3rd level cleric, after all, not exactly pulling that much clout with her boss.

The clatter of dice occurs, followed by an "oh, crap, I didn't get anything."

I ask what she rolled.

"A one," she replies.

We took a break so I could figure out what game effects the divine intervention took. In the end, the clouds parted and a beam of light descended from the heavens, destroying the portal and all of the monsters that came out of it. Later on, the site of the portal became a holy one, and even though the identity of the cleric was never known (the PCs were spies and therefore kept a low profile), a faceless statue of the Savior of Freeport was erected there.

 

[Aeric]

As a player, by best moment was killing an ancient green dragon with a single hit--at sixth level, with a non-magical weapon even. A paladin/cavalier rolling a crit on a mounted charge with a lance...yeah. And the DM rolled incredibly bad. Of course, the BBEG who was riding the dragon killed me, but I still retain bragging rights about that dragon.

 

[palleomortis]

There was this one time...the city the PCs had been adventuring in for several sessions was about to be overrun by a tide of monsters issuing forth from a magic portal, and there really was no way for them to stop it at their power level. The player of the party's cleric, being totally in character, tells me that she is going to pray to her goddess for help. Okay, I think, why not? So I tell her to roll percentile; mentally I think, "if she rolls 01, her goddess will intervene." This is a 3rd level cleric, after all, not exactly pulling that much clout with her boss.

The clatter of dice occurs, followed by an "oh, crap, I didn't get anything."

I ask what she rolled.

"A one," she replies.

We took a break so I could figure out what game effects the divine intervention took. In the end, the clouds parted and a beam of light descended from the heavens, destroying the portal and all of the monsters that came out of it. Later on, the site of the portal became a holy one, and even though the identity of the cleric was never known (the PCs were spies and therefore kept a low profile), a faceless statue of the Savior of Freeport was erected there.

Nice, now that's the kinda thing I would brag aboute. Sounds dramatic kinda. It's stange, and kinda weird, but to me, the one thing that rises above the rest is somthing poetic in d&d. And you have to admit, A faceless statue of the savior of the town is pretty good.