Discord
Changelog
11-20-2014, 02:44 PM
Awww... three for three. -I- have played tabletop, prefer it most times, though I'm not much for remembering or storytelling.
My favorites have been the adventure seeking halfling Milo that made my goody goody druid grey with his antics; While exploring underground tunnels, trapped by a cave in, the ground becomes damp, slippery, and begins to slope downward. He slips, fails to catch his balance and decides to go with it. He uses his cloak as makeshift sled and the hin vanishes in a mad downhill slide. Luckily the tunnel was not a dead end and the ring he had pilferd, but not identified, was one of water-walking. The party arrived at the botom just in time to watch the hin become a bobber and walk safely to the other side of the underground lake......
Or the lizard-kin (some odd race from the dragon mag) barbarian who's favorite method for ending the baddies was to toss them into the bonfire. "Grabs the burning orc and tosses him back into the fire" "We don't have a fire" "So, I make the wizard throw a fireball at the trees and throw him in"
Or.. possilby... the giants that ran out of boulders for tossing and began throwing their orc peons instead. Orcs make a nasty mess when they splat.
My most fondly recalled "oops" moment would be my daughters first mage. A tiny hin that had a habit of hiding in the massive fighter's backpack. Imagine, if you will, the party in a dungeon... we enter a small chamber, maybe 10'x10'. We are faced with a rather large band of undead; a couple of vamps along with their ghouls and other piddly walking corpses. The halfling's solution to the problem? Fireball. We managed to survive (lucky rolls), though not one of us was left with hair.
My favorites have been the adventure seeking halfling Milo that made my goody goody druid grey with his antics; While exploring underground tunnels, trapped by a cave in, the ground becomes damp, slippery, and begins to slope downward. He slips, fails to catch his balance and decides to go with it. He uses his cloak as makeshift sled and the hin vanishes in a mad downhill slide. Luckily the tunnel was not a dead end and the ring he had pilferd, but not identified, was one of water-walking. The party arrived at the botom just in time to watch the hin become a bobber and walk safely to the other side of the underground lake......
Or the lizard-kin (some odd race from the dragon mag) barbarian who's favorite method for ending the baddies was to toss them into the bonfire. "Grabs the burning orc and tosses him back into the fire" "We don't have a fire" "So, I make the wizard throw a fireball at the trees and throw him in"
Or.. possilby... the giants that ran out of boulders for tossing and began throwing their orc peons instead. Orcs make a nasty mess when they splat.
My most fondly recalled "oops" moment would be my daughters first mage. A tiny hin that had a habit of hiding in the massive fighter's backpack. Imagine, if you will, the party in a dungeon... we enter a small chamber, maybe 10'x10'. We are faced with a rather large band of undead; a couple of vamps along with their ghouls and other piddly walking corpses. The halfling's solution to the problem? Fireball. We managed to survive (lucky rolls), though not one of us was left with hair.