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| Dracons |
Posted - 08 Nov 2010 : 00:44:22
What insane stuff have you gotten away with your characters?
I got away with an insane stunt the other day. We recently taken a pirate's ship, and are reformating it to serve us. At a dock in Calimport, the dock master charged us 120 gold pieces to dock. I gave him 12 silver pieces, and rolled an extremely high bluff check, and he rolled a natural 1 on his sense motive check. He belived me when I stated they were plat pieces.
Later, my ship was attacked, and since that high toll was suppose to protect my ship, my barbarian rogue dwarf stormed into the dock master and demanded a refund. Rolled a great intimidate, and I got refunded. 12 plat pieces.
So I got a 120 gold pieces, by spending 12 silver pieces. A 118 gp and 8 silver pice profit. Not bad for a 5 level character. |
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| hashimashadoo |
Posted - 06 Nov 2013 : 06:48:52
In an Underdark complex vastly outnumbered by trolls and we're only level 5 with barely any method of beating their regeneration. I have a pair of boots of levitation, an ever burning torch and can speak giant with a basic knowledge of religion. I float up to the ceiling and pull myself stalactite to stalactite above the first troll guards, managing to blot out my form against the darkness with the torch. I cry out at the table in my best giant accent
"Vaprak is here to command you."
Seems like pure luck that the leader of the tribe was a priestess of Vaprak and a guard went to fetch her. She eventually (though not immediately) saw through my trickery and called for reinforcements. I began pelting her with all the offensive spells I could muster, finishing her off with a couple of scorching rays while the rest of the party kept the two dozen or so members of the troll tribe at bay as best as they could. I had saved my lvl 3 spell slot for haste, got into position under a hail of thrown rocks, managed to cast it and then we all beat a VERY hasty retreat.
Turns out that the encounter was designed for a party with access to a lot more resources than we had, including a CL 9th wand of fireball we hadn't picked up. Still, we'd managed to assassinate the leader of a relatively huge tribe of trolls at a low level, eliminating their coordination for when we returned with a wagon of oil, dozens of flasks of acid, caltrops, torches and that wand.
Speaking of using creatures as weapons, I once ran a game where a matryoshka doll of treasure chests ALL turned out to be mimics. They held off attacking until the dwarf who was trying to loot them took out the last one which stuck to his hands, leaving him unable to draw his axe. Completely surrounded by mimics, this dwarf is completely unfazed and begins battering each of the mimics to death with its kin while it in turn tries to bite his face off. The stuck mimic only survived a few rounds and lucky rolls coupled with a prestigious strength score meant that the others didn't last much longer. |
| Wooly Rupert |
Posted - 12 May 2013 : 04:48:27
...And I'm surprised I'd not mentioned this one in this thread...
It was a three-person campaign: me, playing my minotaur, Gino, playing his half-elf bard, and Jenn (Gino's girlfriend at the time, now his ex-wife) having a go at being the DM.
It was her first time being a DM, and it really didn't make things easy on her that she was DM'ing for two people who work well together, play well off of each other, and who had a tendency to find options C, D, and E, when she had only given us options A and B. It also didn't help that even though our characters were the same level, my minotaur was a tank (using this to describe his capacity for dealing and absorbing damage, and not the MMO role) and Gino's character only a rogue -- my character could shrug off hits that would kill his, and my character could literally kill 2 and 3 hit die critters with a good punch.
In this particular session, Jenn threw a T-Rex at us. And she expected it to really damage us... She even assumed what we would do, and said "Okay, so you charge the T-Rex..." at which point we both interrupted and said we were going for ranged combat, first.
That was the first thing we did to foul up her plans. The second thing was when my character remembered some items he had on his person: a specialized longbow, designed to allow him to get his strength bonus when firing it (STR 20, which was fricking awesome in 2E), some string, and a vial of what an NPC had previously identified as a "very strong poison."
So Takk whips out the vial of poison and some string, and ties the vial to the arrow. He then makes a called shot to the T-Rex's mouth -- and rolls a natural 20. So Mr. Dinosaur got an arrow down the throat and some poison with it.
Here was Jenn's next mistake... She could have easily said that such a small vial of poison wouldn't have had that much effect on such a large dinosaur, or that it was ineffective because the poison was designed for humanoids, or even had it so that it took several minutes to take effect -- she had never given more information about the poison, other than it being very strong. She had plenty of reasonable ways to keep the dinosaur up and in action... But instead she decided that the arrow down the throat and the strength of the poison was enough, and the T-Rex fell over dead.
I had one-shotted a T-Rex.
Jenn then had a burst of inspiration, and had the tyrannosaur's mate come running in, and we took some hits from her. So Jenn did recover from her screw-up, but a more experienced (or more creative) DM would have found other ways to handle my burst of creativity. Still, that was a personal favorite of mine.  |
| Wooly Rupert |
Posted - 12 May 2013 : 04:27:51
quote:
Originally posted by Wooly Rupert
I could have sworn I once read in Dragon about an unarmed barbarian using a gnome as a weapon... But I'll be dipped if I can find that reference.
Found it! Page 96 of Dragon 187:
quote:
My favorite question was the one about the fighter and the gnome who are trapped in a dungeon with no equipment, and the fighter is forced to pick up the gnome and use him like a club. The question was, “How much damage would that cause?” In response, Zeb wanted to know, “To whom?” Jeff Grubb replied, “Is he using the gnome one-handed or twohanded?” After four days of conventioning, this was quite funny.
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| muir |
Posted - 11 May 2013 : 11:48:37
Very amusing stories, for the most part.
Here is one from a game I ran, as I GM far more often than playing, alas.
Background: 6 player party, including 2 wizards and an avariel. (3 of the 6 are CN, all roleplayed well, in different fashions.) They are on a skyship over Osse, when they are ambushed by some hungry yrthaks. Halfway through the skirmish one of the wizards and the artificer end up overboard. One yrthak is diving for the artificer, who will likely not survive. The free-falling wizard asks if he can use Summon Monster 1 to conjure something in the flight path of the diving Yrthak. I reply: "You are in range, but it will appear randomly unless you have some sort of summoning circle for control of destination."
He thinks for maybe three seconds, then mimes holding out his left arm palm up, drawing a belt dagger, and carving a quick circle in his left forearm! He passed the checks to do so despite the pain, and being in freefall, summons a rabbit which the diving Yrthak hits face-first, which knocks it out, while he calmly casts Levitate and floats back up to the ship. |
| Ezekil |
Posted - 10 May 2013 : 15:10:49
Playing a Beguiler (3.5) we finished a task given to us by the local Selûne temple. We decided to donate some coins to the temple for a small amount of heals.
As i scoop up a handful of copper from my haversack and putting it in the donation bowl i make a decent sleight of hand and scoop the gold pieces from the bowl into my sack.
Nice little profit, and free healing. I admit it was not a huge stunt, but it just made my day how the DM laughed at me for my mischievous shenanigans.
...just glad i was not caught with my hand in the cookie jar.  |
| Dr. Dieter McMuff |
Posted - 25 Nov 2012 : 15:41:26
"It was insanely fun. I was the DM for that game, and the little guy was a walking wave of destruction (as to be expected.)
He finally retired, though. Found his way back to Krynn. And Faerûn rejoiced." - Delwa
Delwa, you forgot to tell them something. Fortunately for all the Realms, none of this is canon, because before he left Jack decided to take pity on the one race in all of Faerun that seemed to be having a harder time than him at getting by. In short, he tracked down the nearest nest of Kobolds he could find and imparted upon them the knowledge needed to make pistols (Peacemakers to be precise) and their ammo. His price for that lore was for the Kobolds teach other Kobold tribes and no one else how to manufacture these marvelous devices. That should offset the low challenge rating a little! |
| vorpalanvil |
Posted - 14 Oct 2012 : 14:06:39
Wow! Does anyone here remember a few years ago the guys from Kenzerco were giving out "Get Out Of One Character Story 4 Free" cards? I could use a whole deck of those about now. |
| Delwa |
Posted - 24 Jun 2012 : 16:14:40
quote:
Originally posted by Dalor Darden
quote:
Originally posted by Fellfire
A pistol-packing kender. Run for the hills.
That is just sick!
I'd love to see it in game though! 
It was insanely fun. I was the DM for that game, and the little guy was a walking wave of destruction (as to be expected.)
He finally retired, though. Found his way back to Krynn. And Faerûn rejoiced. |
| LordXenophon |
Posted - 24 Jun 2012 : 11:04:01
A few years ago, I managed to negotiate a treaty with a White Dragon. The dragon ensures that the road through the mountains remains open and agrees not to attack caravans passing through, so long as they stay on the road and display a tax ribbon as proof of having paid the road tax. In return, the dragon gets half the road tax and Silverymoon's troops stay out of his territory. My character was only a 2nd level wizard at the time, but all the dragon knew about my power was that (thanks to a Cloak of Comfort) I was immune to his ice breath. It was a very risky bluff, but it payed off. |
| Dalor Darden |
Posted - 13 May 2012 : 00:29:23
quote:
Originally posted by Fellfire
A pistol-packing kender. Run for the hills.
That is just sick!
I'd love to see it in game though! |
| JohnnyGrognard |
Posted - 12 May 2012 : 15:59:09
One of my old characters, a halfling thief who had a penchant for causing trouble, got himself into a bit of a pickle. He spout his mouth off in a local seaside tavern saying that he could beat the pirate captain at a game of dagger throwing.
After much boasting the captain accepted the bet and laid out the rules. Best of 3 throws, closest to the bullseye, etc wins the bet. A lot was on the line, my thief, had no money to back up his wager, and the bauble, a jade sea serpent statue, valued at 500 gp was on the line.
Needless to say I was outmatched. However, our party's wizard was able to slyly assist. With a few lucky roles and some sly talking on my part and clever misdirection...and not to mention some wizardly telekinesis I was able to nudge out the captain.
We were 500gp richer and sadly, eventually found out, and made quite an enemy. But it was a good haul. |
| sleyvas |
Posted - 26 Mar 2012 : 22:38:26
This goes back to second edition. I was at a convention where the DM wanted to just run a big 2 team fight that you could sign up for. You were allowed a character of up to like 18th lvl and he gave a money allotment (I got a lot of scrolls). So, I sat down and made a variation of Sleyvas (dual classed fighter mage), planned out all his contingencies and some combo spells that could be quick released, wrote out what protections he would cast in what order, etc.... I didn't know anyone on my side. The other side was mostly some players who had worked together previously, and they were prepping a great assault geared towards quick mass destruction.
The combat started with me casting darkness and rope trick and I think wall of force through some realms spell from the time. The other side then pounded my side, wiping half my team, meanwhile I climbed into the rope trick. A couple rounds later, my whole team was wiped, but I sat in the rope trick placing one ward after another on myself. I'd already detailed to the DM in writing what I was going to do, so the other team was confused as to why the DM was still running the encounter (because noone from my team was talking to him). Finally, I came out covered in protections and started laying waste from on high. I wiped the other side all by my lonesome (I particularly enjoyed killing the flying paladin with the holy avenger who finally tore down my stoneskin, only to discover my contingency was to cast stoneskin if my other stoneskin dropped).
The best part of that. The other side was people I didn't know yet, but years later I met them and became friends with them. They remembered me, but I didn't even know who they were. It wasn't until I went to play a game with them that I discovered that one of them was still holding a grudge against me. I still consider one of them a good friend and occasionally chat with him, though we've become separated by states. |
| Lord Karsus |
Posted - 26 Mar 2012 : 14:44:11
-Not so much outrageous as it is funny, but in a game I was in, two characters went to the home of a local petty crime boss to discuss stopping him from hiring assassins to kill a worker union representative or something like that (which would have thrown oil on a simmering fire between Elves and loggers that we were already trying to stop). I forget the details, but our characters failed our diplomacy checks, and we were eventually beaten up and taken prisoner and tortured, to be randomed back to our fellow party members. Eventually, they came and freed us, and the local authorities were called to arrest the crime boss. While I was just sitting back as the other players were doing their thing, I noticed that there was a little carpet environment tile thingy that the DM put down in the crime boss' house, to make it look more interesting. After I was freed, after the party left, I 'excused' myself for a moment, ran back into the manor, rolled up and stole the carpet (valued at around 500 GP, pretty good for level 2 characters). |
| Fellfire |
Posted - 26 Mar 2012 : 12:09:31
A pistol-packing kender. Run for the hills. |
| Dr. Dieter McMuff |
Posted - 26 Mar 2012 : 09:29:12
I can't even begin to say the awful things I've done to Westgate in a third person format, so I'll let my character tell it from his point of view. Just bear in mind that I'm even allowed to play this little psychopath comes as a surprise to me and probably counts as a stunt by itself. He's a Kender with a gun, well two guns, and the knowledge to make more guns and best of all, gunpowder. He doesn't belong on Faerun and he knows it. Enough talk from me, let us introduce you to him.
"Well thank Sargas, he finally shut up! Hi! I'm Smiling Jack and if you're a Wizard, I'm going to kill you! No? Are you sure? Anyway, as the loudmouth was saying, I'm a Kender and if you call me a halfling, I'll shoot you in the knees. I'm NOT half anything. What did I do? I don't know. Well there was a Blue Dragon that came by. I guess it didn't like the note I left it after I stole all its money. Then again, the part about murdering its children might have set it off. Boo hoo, they shouldn't have bothered me when I was out walking. So she shows up and the Dwarf and the Elf just hide in the tavern. What's scary about a flying lizard anyway? If you can kill it, then you shouldn't be afraid of it. Some time ago, I picked up a neat rock that turned me grey. It also lets me pop out of different shadows. Neat, huh? Since it was evening, I decided to pop into a shadow and out of the one on her back while her body was blocking the sun. She tossed me off and spit some lightning at a hot elf chick who claims that being a sorcerer makes her different from a Wizard. Still haven't made up my mind on that. Anyway, by that time my fall had put me back in the shadows of the taller buildings, so I poofed again. This time I came out inside her mouth. She didn't like that much, so I stabbed her in the gumline with a serrated sickle so she couldn't spit me out. I don't know what the others were doing so don't ask. I decided that her guts probably weren't as well armored as the rest of her so I started pulling quarter kegs of gunpowder out of my Bag of Holding Neat Stuff and started kicking down her throat. She could either swallow em or choke on em and she apparently thought choking was my aim. Five down the hatch with a sixth one and a lit fuse to follow (Many, many rolls were made and the grace of the gods smiled on that little monster). I poofed out of her mouth and popped up in a doorway, and she proceeded to, well, it's not pretty, but Westgate's gonna smell bad if they don't get all that dragon off those roofs (we figured the damage per barrel and came up with a calculation where every ten points of damage removed one point from her CON modifier as if she were a structure since we're talking about massive internal trauma). So...can I go home now? I really don't like it here and I'm going to keep killing until one of you sends me home. What? I HATE Wizards! Grrrr."
And that's his story. There is something extremely liberating about playing a character with nothing to lose and no sense of fear what so ever. As a player, I have never enjoyed any character like this self destructive little monster and I'm very curious as to how our DM is finally going to kill him. |
| Wolfhound75 |
Posted - 01 Dec 2011 : 19:03:40
quote:
Originally posted by Gouf
Here's the game breaker, in 3.5 handing off an item is a free action, so technically according to the rules all 500 peasant could hand off the shot put in a single round, ending the line at him for the final output. He calculated that each peasant would occupy a 5 foot square, so the shot put accelerated to a speed of 2500 feet per minute (or 28.4 MPH), in 1 round to hit the Behir.
Besides it being a great story about how to use a rules baron's rules against him, there was something that was tickling that science/physics geek I've got stashed somewhere inside me when I read this. So today, since nothing is going on at work, I worked out the following out of mere interest. It might be interesting, from a purely academic view point, to hear if Ed's take on this kind of damage craziness.
I think your "Peasant Rail Cannon" was actually way more devestating than your DM calculated. It looks like he was off by a power of 10 when he calculated it to feet per minute and then converted it to miles per hour. Check my math...
Known Constants:
1 Peasant = 5 feet of space occupied
1 Round = 6 seconds
1 minute = 10 rounds
1 hour = 60 minutes
1 mile (statute) = 5,280 feet
The shot passed 500 peasants in one round so set up like this:
(500 peasant / 1 round)x
(5 feet / 1 peasant)x [cancel peasants, leaves feet per round]
(1 round / 6 seconds)x [cancel rounds, leaves feet per second]
(60 seconds / 1 minute)= [cancel seconds, leaves feet per minute]
= 25,000 feet per minute
The remaining easy conversions to go from feet per minute to miles per hour(for those not skilled in math) look like:
(25,000 feet / 1 minute)x
(60 minutes / 1 hour)x [cancel minutes, leaves feet per hour]
(1 mile / 5,280 feet)= [cancel feet, leaves miles per hour]
Which converts to (with a little WoW humor thrown in...)
284.09, repeating of course, miles per hour!
To give you an idea of just how far you blasted that guy into hell, if the shotput is considered to weigh 5 pounds, and each joule of kinetic energy is considered one point of damage, you did 18,289 points of damage with one shot of the "Pesant Rail Cannon"!
By comparison, my handgun is .45 caliber Glock firing a 230 grain bullet which would do a mere 1,047 points of damage by comparison.
You hit him roughly 18 TIMES harder than a .45 caliber handgun!
Now that is OUCH-TASTIC!
Good Hunting!
Wolfhound
PS - It seems my signature line is particularly appropriate for your story! |
| Wolfhound75 |
Posted - 30 Nov 2011 : 02:43:14
Here is my addition to the list of nearly unbelievable anecdotes. I hope you find it amusing. Thanks to all those who have shared their great stories. I’ve enjoyed them immensely and it reminds me of why I’ve always found myself drawn to this game.
My most unbelievable stunt, that actually worked successfully, happened in a 2nd Edition campaign, still talked about nearly 20 years later when I had the fortune to find myself involved as fellow players in a campaign with the former DM. As a side note, much to the bemusement of the other participants in this new campaign, using the same dice both he and I used in the earlier campaign and immediately after the following anecdote was related; the dice nearly repeated the series of ludicrous rolls which got us into the predicament in the first place.
To set the scene, our party was inside a small country cottage with an open beam ceiling, a single door, and a couple of small windows. Everyone was methodically searching the place for clues as to why the family had disappeared; the latest in a group of disappearances which had been occurring. The suspicion was, given the rainforest and jungle setting and tracks found at other scenes, that a man-eating tiger with a voracious appetite was on the prowl. Since we were all busy searching, no one thought about posting a guard, the result of which you can well imagine.
Needless to say, we all found ourselves surprised, not by a tiger, but by two Rakshasa. Despite their preference for sorcery, or perhaps because of the close quarters of the cottage they had trapped us in, these two had no reservation about engaging in close combat.
My character, Phoenix Dragoon, a ranger wielding the usual combination of a long and short sword, was nearly centered in the room examining a mark on a cupboard when the fracas began. Naturally, a seven foot, 250 pound rakshasa had little fear about charging a 5-foot nothing half-elf whose swords weren't even drawn.
The DM elected to have him attempt to grapple me as Phoenix is still surprised by the sudden appearance. With a roar, the rakshasa charges and misses his grapple, badly.
Oh, wait, he didn't just miss, he rolled a natural one!
Well clearly, our DM was either brilliant or bored in school (we were still in middle school at the time) and had gone to the trouble to define percentile results for both critical hits, and, more important to this anecdote, critical misses.
The result of his critical miss is he ends up tripping over the cupboard and sprawling face down on the floor in an adjacent square. Naturally, as Phoenix came out of his surprise, I draw my swords and attempt to give him the old one-two as the rakshasa attempts to climb back to his feet.
Phoenix attempts two chops to the rakshasa’s back as it is climbing back to its feet, slashing down in what could be considered an over-hand attack. Did I mention the open beam ceiling in the cottage? Is anyone familiar with the literary device of foreshadowing?
DM: Roll for your attacks….
Phoenix: Shake, shake roll….Natural One! Expletive deleted! Ok, offhand attack…WHAT THE!?! Another natural one! Unbelievable!
DM: (Laughing his arse off) Roll two percentile for your critical misses.
Shake, shake, roll….
DM: “THWACK! Your first sword hacks into that open beam ceiling and wedges in tight. You’re unable to immediately extract it because sharp swords tend to get stuck wooden beams when you critically fail.”
Shake, shake, roll…same result.
The DM, still laughing his arse off, says, “Your second sword gets stuck right next to the first one. You’re so screwed but this is going to be really funny!”
So there is Phoenix, hands caught in the retention straps he foolishly had attached so he couldn’t drop his swords, with both swords stuck in the low beam of the ceiling face to face with a rakshasa.
Again, the DM elects to have him attempt to grapple as Phoenix is pretty much a hanging piñata at this point.
With some quick thinking I tell the DM, “I hoist myself up by my hilts and try to wrap my legs around the rakshasa’s neck as he comes at me.”
DM: Make a dexterity check….
Shake, shake, roll… YES! Natural 20!
DM: Ok, you’re able to hoist yourself up and attempt a grapple from this weird position. Now make your grapple roll.
Yes! Another natural 20!
DM: “This is unbelievable! Can your dice roll anything but a one or a twenty? Ok, you succeed in in wrapping your legs around the rakshasa’s neck, now what are you going to do about it?”
Phoenix tries to hold on for dear life and shouts, “Hey guys! I think I misunderstood that whole tiger by the tail thing! A little help, if you please!”
You can argue either way that the stunt was either lucky and resulted from an insane combination of die rolls from two people, or a well thought out solution to the predicament Phoenix faced, but having lived through it to now regale you with the tale of either my own stupidity or genius, I will leave you with this thought, which may perhaps cause you to seek the remainder of this anecdote…
…Rakshasa have a bite attack….
Good Hunting,
Wolfhound
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| Nilus Reynard |
Posted - 05 Oct 2011 : 12:19:13
This happened several year ago, but it was the biggest & most risky stunt that the character whose name I use ever pulled off. In one of our games, the group I played with bit off more than we could chew by trying to take on a group of Dragon Cultists that outnumbered us significantly. The fighter (of Garagos) in our group wanted to go out in a flurry of steel and blood, the thief wanted to wait for night fall and then attempt to sneak away, the other didn't know what to do. I sat there thinking for a moment, and then said to the DM "I am dropping my warhammer in its hanger, putting on my great helm & I am going to walk out and try to bluff our way out of this". I walked out towards the massed group, and as they moved to attack I shouted "HOLD! Yes, you could easily take me down. There are enough of you here & there is only one of me." To which their leader replied "Well, its looks like luck is finally with us..." To this I said "Luck? Luck?! Hahahahaha. So you think you have had bad luck before, just think what glorious misfortune your future will hold after you slay a Doom Master of Beshaba! My goddess is not forgiving, not in the least. Imagine what she will have in store for the likes of you. Well, come on then. Slay me!" The bluff worked, they moved away & our characters survived to tempt fate another day. |
| Wooly Rupert |
Posted - 22 Aug 2011 : 18:17:21
That brings to mind the Conga Line of Doom I heard about on the HMP forums... Someone had reasoned that if a Hollander mounted a Gauss rifle in the shoulder, there was no reason that 50 Hollanders together couldn't mount a naval gauss rifle! This person actually modelled it, and then couldn't understand why no one would allow it...  |
| Lady Shadowflame |
Posted - 22 Aug 2011 : 16:27:51
I think your friend visits a certain imageboard, Gouf. They came up with that there, unless I'm quite mistaken. |
| Gouf |
Posted - 22 Aug 2011 : 16:19:30
This one was actually pulled off by a friend. In a 3.5 campaign he was playing, he had a rules lawyer DM that had set his 2nd level party up to defend against a Behir. Given the level difference, he decided to exploit the rules a bit himself. He used all of his money to buy the services of 500 peasants for the day. He then had them all line up in a straight line up, when the behir got in range of the previously destroyed gates he had then hand a shot put from one to the other in a straight line.
Here's the game breaker, in 3.5 handing off an item is a free action, so technically according to the rules all 500 peasant could hand off the shot put in a single round, ending the line at him for the final output. He calculated that each peasant would occupy a 5 foot square, so the shot put accelerated to a speed of 2500 feet per minute (or 28.4 MPH), in 1 round to hit the Behir.
Yes it was absurd. And no he shouldn't have been allowed to get away with it. But I couldn't help but laugh when he referred to it as the ' Peasant Rail Cannon '. LOL |
| Lady Shadowflame |
Posted - 08 Aug 2011 : 08:12:31
A recent one for me...
Okay, we're in a chamber, fighting a bunch of hobgoblins. Our wizard drops a Wall of Sand down into there, shaped to land on most of the bad guys - thereby cutting short bard, wizard and so on attacks from them, by virtue of sand everywhere.
We're hasted, of course, and our barbarian's currently enlarged to twelve feet tall.
This wall of sand? It separates some of the party members. We needed a fighter back over with the others right smart. So my drow fighter proceeds to climb up the barbarian's back and use him as a vantage point to jump up, over the sand, catching himself on the ceiling and propelling himself where he wants to go... which is? Right on top of a hobgoblin monk/Death Fist type. I pulled off all the rolls involved in that except the attack roll, but I did roll to land okay, so I didn't really care.
DM ruled it legal (and awesome) and informed us the hobgoblin had been knocked down by the sudden impact of drow from above, and thus had to spend his turn getting up and clear of that square.
Which gave my drow time enough to kill him, and another hobgoblin.
He never saw it coming. Literally, in fact; a Darkness spell cast upon one's blade carries that bubble of dark along quite handily.
I should note that there were a few feats involved in this, and thanks to cleric spells all of the party could see even in magical darkness. |
| Xnella Moonblade-Thann |
Posted - 24 Jun 2011 : 21:39:53
quote:
Originally posted by Wooly Rupert
I could have sworn I once read in Dragon about an unarmed barbarian using a gnome as a weapon... But I'll be dipped if I can find that reference.
Done that--sort of. I was playing a halfling rogue and one of my friends had a dragonborn paladin (we were playing 4e at the time since nobody there had anything 3e/3.5e, so there wasn't much else to use) and all of a sudden he (the dragonborn) picks my character up and throws her at a dragon. While in the air, I managed to roll high enough to manuever my poor halfling so that not only she hit the dragon when her body collided, but that the her daggers pierced the dragon's eyes and *surprise surprise* kills the dragon. And this was done with our characters at level 1 against a level 4 dragon. Since then, not only has that halfling become known as "Chenna the flying Dragon-piercer", but she's been best friends with the dragonborn and has been used many more times as a weapon with her causing additional damage with her two daggers. Yeah...flinging halflings has become the dragonborn's favorite pastime. |
| Suru |
Posted - 22 Jun 2011 : 22:02:44
I borrowed a large sum of money from some shady people in Waterdeep, lost it gambling then skipped town. A few months later when a bounty was placed on me, I disguised myself as a bounty hunter with a big hammer. I smashed up bits of meat and bone and stuffed him inside my trademark hat. I took the hat to the bounty office and claimed my reward for my own bounty. I then went back to Waterdeep, and told my debter my business was a success and repaid him with the bounty money. Then I convinced him I could make him even more money if he loaned me triple that amount. I took the money and skipped town before word that the bounty contract had been fulfilled reached Waterdeep. So I got away with even more money, and he thinks I'm dead. |
| althen artren |
Posted - 11 Apr 2011 : 00:22:06
Here's another. I started a jyhad against the church of death
when I had a giant variant following us as a "helper" He like to
smash things. I charged into the temple and killed the second in
charge while the giant was killing everybody outside. I was almost
out of spells and some reinforcements were coming from upstairs,
I read the spell change self out of my spellbook and turned myself
into a senior priest of the faith and ordered them out to kill the giant, and
got away. |
| ChieftainTwilight |
Posted - 23 Mar 2011 : 19:09:00
XD epic. |
| Dalor Darden |
Posted - 23 Mar 2011 : 19:07:22
quote:
Originally posted by ChieftainTwilight
and was that eventually enough to soothe his anger?
Nope. But giving him a part of my treasure from the encounter did.
Nevermind that I slipped a gem in my pouch...didn't really lose out on anything.  |
| ChieftainTwilight |
Posted - 23 Mar 2011 : 18:04:37
and was that eventually enough to soothe his anger? |
| Dalor Darden |
Posted - 23 Mar 2011 : 05:24:04
quote:
Originally posted by ChieftainTwilight
XD technically, he saved that Fighter's ass! 1d6 is way better than 5d6.
Technicality is a hard sell when an arrow is sticking out of your arse! LOL
I did point out to him that my arrow did a LOT less damage than an Ogre's Club! |
| ChieftainTwilight |
Posted - 23 Mar 2011 : 03:49:50
XD technically, he saved that Fighter's ass! 1d6 is way better than 5d6. |
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