Your Greatest PC Moment?
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Drakmar
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yup.. mine was when I was playing Arathon Redboots.. a wizard who wore the whole robes and pointy hat thing.. like Gandalf.. only he wore redboots.. now.. he had a spell for everything.. the DM new this.. the players new this.. I knew this.. (he could put almost any spell to use even if it was seemingly irrelevant)..
now.. the party came up to a portisculis and we could see the lever that opened it. now.. I proceeded to ask all sorts of strange questions about how it was designed... I then proceeded to push my grappling hook under it..and thread it up.. then throw it over the lever..and use the rope under it like a pully.. and bingo.. it opened..
everybody was shocked.. they thought I was going to use magic.
now.. the party came up to a portisculis and we could see the lever that opened it. now.. I proceeded to ask all sorts of strange questions about how it was designed... I then proceeded to push my grappling hook under it..and thread it up.. then throw it over the lever..and use the rope under it like a pully.. and bingo.. it opened..
everybody was shocked.. they thought I was going to use magic.
BlackMoria
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I fondly remember the campaign in which my 6th or 7th level cleric of Heironeous (it was a long time ago, so a little foggy on my level) was the sole survivor and fought nearly impossible odds to escape.
It was the original Temple of Elemental Evil and our party made a big time mistake, resulting in our party getting cornered by the combined forces of the Earth, Fire, Water, and Air temples.
In the battle, all the other party members died, leaving me in a dead end room battling in the door so that I wouldn't get flanked.
It was so long ago, I don't remember the number of foes, but it seemed like a sea of them.
The DM didn't want to play it out and said I was dead. I disagreed - so we played it out. The enemy still had about a dozen low level cannonfodder (1st level types) and about 6 clerics of a variety of levels.
I managed to escape, after cutting down the low level types, and forcing the 4 surviving clerics to withdraw after killing 2 clerics.
Then a running battle through two levels of the Temple as reinforcements tried to bring me to bay. Ended up killing another 6-8 low level types along the way.
Afterwards, the DM informed me that I had make no less than 17 saving throws against a variety of cleric spells and that it would have been game over if I had failed even one. Everyone also thought it incredible that I survived and escaped. What can I say.... it was a night in which I was a dice rolling god and it worked out for me.
Many people in that campaign remember that that singular event the most and for a long time afterwards.
It was the original Temple of Elemental Evil and our party made a big time mistake, resulting in our party getting cornered by the combined forces of the Earth, Fire, Water, and Air temples.
In the battle, all the other party members died, leaving me in a dead end room battling in the door so that I wouldn't get flanked.
It was so long ago, I don't remember the number of foes, but it seemed like a sea of them.
The DM didn't want to play it out and said I was dead. I disagreed - so we played it out. The enemy still had about a dozen low level cannonfodder (1st level types) and about 6 clerics of a variety of levels.
I managed to escape, after cutting down the low level types, and forcing the 4 surviving clerics to withdraw after killing 2 clerics.
Then a running battle through two levels of the Temple as reinforcements tried to bring me to bay. Ended up killing another 6-8 low level types along the way.
Afterwards, the DM informed me that I had make no less than 17 saving throws against a variety of cleric spells and that it would have been game over if I had failed even one. Everyone also thought it incredible that I survived and escaped. What can I say.... it was a night in which I was a dice rolling god and it worked out for me.
Many people in that campaign remember that that singular event the most and for a long time afterwards.
Bob Aberton
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The time when my Gnome Rogue fought a Giant.
In order to stab said Giant above the boots, he CLIMBED the Giant's bootlaces, succeeding at 4 Climb Checks and 5 Reflex Saves to avoid being shaken off.
When he finally reached the top of the Giant's boot, he stabbed the Giant in the shin for 1 point of damage with his dinky little dagger.
He then jumped to the ground and ran away as fast as he could, proud that he had done his part.
In order to stab said Giant above the boots, he CLIMBED the Giant's bootlaces, succeeding at 4 Climb Checks and 5 Reflex Saves to avoid being shaken off.
When he finally reached the top of the Giant's boot, he stabbed the Giant in the shin for 1 point of damage with his dinky little dagger.
He then jumped to the ground and ran away as fast as he could, proud that he had done his part.
I've got two:
I was playing a thief and the group was involved in a wilderness encounter with a group of Manticores.
They were all flying around diving at us and firing off their spikes.
All I had for ranged weaponry were darts. What the hey? I threw one at one of them, hit with a nat 20 (and this is where it just gets funky).
The GM was using the critical hit tables from one of the Dragon Annuals dubbed "the Gold Book". Well, I happened to disembowel the creature with one point of damage.
The other involved a character that I min/maxed to his fulled using the players option and the fighters book and tried to model him after the Fist of the North Star.
My character was split up from the rest of the group as we were going through a town being abused by it's own guard. The details on why are hazy.
Anyway, this mounted fighter with some sort of heraldric emblem on his shield saw me killing what he thought were "innocents" and challenged me. (By this point in the campaign my character was reasonably well known in the area as a do-gooder.) Apparently this mounted champion missed that memo. He charged me, I grabbed his lance, flipped him off his mount and held his lance to his throat. He wouldn't surrender. So I stabbed him in the shoulder. He still wouldn't surrender. So I stabbed him a second time in his other shoulder. He still resisted, so I pummelled him into unconciousness with my fists and left him for dead.
I continue on my mission to route evil.
What happened was that the rest of the group found him, recognized him for who he was and proceded to heal him and ask who did this to him. His reply: "This great giant of a man with GIANT FROZEN TURKEY's for fists did this to me." The party instantly recognized the description as being my character.
Eventually I make it back to the Inn where the party had decided to meet up at. I walk through the door and see Him being bandaged and taken care of by my companions. Before I can open my mouth the group takes me aside and whispers "He's a paladin."
My response: "Whoops."
I was playing a thief and the group was involved in a wilderness encounter with a group of Manticores.
They were all flying around diving at us and firing off their spikes.
All I had for ranged weaponry were darts. What the hey? I threw one at one of them, hit with a nat 20 (and this is where it just gets funky).
The GM was using the critical hit tables from one of the Dragon Annuals dubbed "the Gold Book". Well, I happened to disembowel the creature with one point of damage.
The other involved a character that I min/maxed to his fulled using the players option and the fighters book and tried to model him after the Fist of the North Star.
My character was split up from the rest of the group as we were going through a town being abused by it's own guard. The details on why are hazy.
Anyway, this mounted fighter with some sort of heraldric emblem on his shield saw me killing what he thought were "innocents" and challenged me. (By this point in the campaign my character was reasonably well known in the area as a do-gooder.) Apparently this mounted champion missed that memo. He charged me, I grabbed his lance, flipped him off his mount and held his lance to his throat. He wouldn't surrender. So I stabbed him in the shoulder. He still wouldn't surrender. So I stabbed him a second time in his other shoulder. He still resisted, so I pummelled him into unconciousness with my fists and left him for dead.
I continue on my mission to route evil.
What happened was that the rest of the group found him, recognized him for who he was and proceded to heal him and ask who did this to him. His reply: "This great giant of a man with GIANT FROZEN TURKEY's for fists did this to me." The party instantly recognized the description as being my character.
Eventually I make it back to the Inn where the party had decided to meet up at. I walk through the door and see Him being bandaged and taken care of by my companions. Before I can open my mouth the group takes me aside and whispers "He's a paladin."
My response: "Whoops."
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