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A paladin named Henry.

He fought some skeletons.

Then he fought some ogres.

Then some goblins.

Then ogres.

Then skeletons and goblins.

Then goblins, an ogre, and two skeletons.

Then two ogres.

Then some goblins.

And then a skeleton.




Guess what miniatures the DM had? :D
 

A halfling (back when that was a class, not a race!) who was knocked across a jungle clearing by an ankolosaurus hopped up on some wackyweed in the original Isle of Dread adventure.
 


Ah, there are only so many "firsts".

A half-orc fighter named Spears, was my first rolled up character. He was magically transformed into a half-elf for a while, but regained his half-orc bloodline eventually. And I ran him and his would be companions against monsters, myself. Just me, my Player's Handbook, DMG, and Monster Compendium. :p

It was fun!

Eventually, I became a DM and rarely played. When I've had the chance to inject a few NPCs into the line-up, I "ran" a kender barbarian, half-elf swashbuckler, and the NPCs I "ran" as companions to the adventures of my World of Kulan Story Hour (see sig).

All of this was 2e.

As for 3e, my first real player character, that didn't die on his first roll, was a dwarven fighter I called Athrax. My first 3.5e character was a half-elven ranger/druid called Elyas Talavin. He died when a scything blade trap sliced him in two.

And now my new group is about to start a brand new 3.5e camapign, which will be in the Forgotten Realms. It will be my first Realms campaign. I'm going to play a dwarven bard from the Great Rift.

Fun times!

KF72
 


Morak the Gray, 1st edition human monk. Went through a door into a side alcove, and when he turned around the door was no longer there. Ah ha, a secret door! Got knocked unconscious when he opened the secret door and it fell right on top of him... and died when the rest of the party walked on top of it into the small room trying to find him.

Alas.
 

Romulus

First Level Magic User

Found a Scroll of Fireball

Used a Scroll of Fireball

Got bitten by a 'gold bug'

Died

RIP 1981 [fifth grade]
 

It was 1982. I was 12 years old, playing D&D with the big kids down the road (they were 15...little did I know I would be cannon fodder for the next couple years) and they needed a cleric.

Thus was born Aethelwulf the Wizened. We started at 4th level. I rolled him up using 4d6, resulting in one 18, a 10, and everything else in the single digits. We also rolled up random ages. Somehow I ended up as a 73 year-old human. Of course the 18 went into Wisdom, and for the next 2 or 3 sessions I was the venerable healing battery....until his untimely demise....

....at the paws of a housecat :confused:
 
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First character:
"Fonebone" (the name was the GM's idea). 1st-level magic-user, OD&D (white box set).

Went into the dungeon alone, blew his one spell against wights or ghouls (I forget). Ran away. Foolishly decided to run in a different direction than the exit. Discovered pit trap by falling into it. Then the undead caught up to him...

First characters to survive to reasonable levels:
"Laval" and "Kartan", both 1st-level fighting men.

Went on an underwater adventure (using the Blackmoor supplement rules). Six characters in the party. Encountered a sea hag. A few rounds later, one dead sea hag, four dead party members, and Laval and Kartan swam away with a shiny new Trident +3. Sold the trident for gold (which counted as experience). Start of two wonderful careers (I retired them around 12th-13th level).
 
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