Your Most Embarrassing RPG Moment

[Thirsty]

We had a halfling monk in our campaign. We were adventuring in the mountains and ended up above a cave looking down at a 3' wide ledge that represented the cave mouth. We were about 20' above it.

While the rest of us looked for a way down, the monk took it upon himself to leap to the ledge. Suffice it to say he rolled the big 1 for his jump check. Our DM, being of a generous pursuation, gave the monk a balance check to see if he could fall back onto the ledge. Another 1.

Meanwhile, the rest of us found the path down and were halfway down when we saw the monk throw himself of the mountain for no reason.

In another campaign we had a party with 3 dwarves in it (out of a total of 6 members). We dwarves were all very proud of our staunch constitutions and fortitude saves that went with it.

We were, that is, until we ran into a wierd. All three dwarves failed there saves and died. Meanwhile the rest of the party, all with inferior saves walked through unharmed. All were amazed at the dwarf killing spell.

 

[s/LaSH]

Here's a case of something that sounded cool, but would have been done better another way:

One time, the party I DM was in an alley, fighting this villain. The fighter was in front, and he was the only one who could reach the villain, but he was doing pretty well. Then the thief decided to join in, and tried to jump over the fighter to get to the villain. (At this point I'm sure you're all asking, "Why not just Tumble?" Sadly, we didn't think of that at the time.) And the thief didn't roll high enough. (I think you'd have to roll pretty high anyway, if it's even possible.) One tangle of limbs later, the alleyway was blocked and the villain got away. Needless to say, nobody was pleased with the thief that day. (She got a reprieve later on, fortunately.)

 

[madriel]

My most embarrassing moment happened in our Scarred Lands campaign.

Our party entered Khirdet (city full of evil cannibal druids) just before a big ritual sacrifice was scheduled. Our informants told us that the ceremony was going to be delayed because the craftsmen were having troubled making new ceremonial regalia for the High Druid. The original crown, scepter and necklace had gone missing years before and nobody knew their exact design.

We'd been out in the wilderness for weeks and needed to get rid of our accumulated loot. Two of us took the loot to the gem merchant's. After several minutes of haggling, our bulky suits of armor, weapons, etc were turned into gems. We were just about to leave when one of us remembered a bunch of jewelry we'd be carting around.

Yup, you guessed it. My brother and I sold the High Druid's ceremonial regalia in his own city on the eve of the ritual to a guy who knew what he was looking at.

With enemies like us, who needs friends?