KingOfPain wrote:By the time the spell effect had worn off, Strahd and his vampire minions had impaled the cleric with a spear, ripped the eyes from the thief, broke the legs of the ranger, took two life levels from the fighter, and not only did Strahd steal two more life levels (oopsy, now down to 5) from the cavalier, but also took Blackrazor from the scabbard on his back. The entire group was shocked, the player with the cavalier was fuming, and I was snickering with evil glee. The cavalier still had the Sunsword and rushed at Strahd with a maniacal scream. When Strahd parried with Blackrazor an odd thing happened that no one expected. Blackrazor screamed and the Sunsword flashed and sparked with lightning. An eruption of positive and negative energy cancelled out the effects of both swords. The Sunsword exploded and Blackrazor disintegrated. Strahd turned to dust and ash along with his vampire trio. The cavalier took a massive amount of damage and lost his right hand when the sword exploded. The rest of the party was blasted right off their feet but took little damage. I really didnt want any of them to die as a result of the cavalier's greed and stupidity, I just wanted to shock and humble them. It worked too. The guy with the cavalier never played with us again and they all told me how much fun they had playing even though I pretty much scripted the ending of the module.Sorry this was so long but I wanted to do justice to the story. Remember...never make the DM mad.
killjoy32 wrote:in all the years of DMing - the worst one by far for me are the ones who think they know everything inside and out. i hate that and it spoils the spirit of the game, so against my morals of how i DM, i dispose of them asap and they dont get invited back.i feel you get far more memorable games from the players who just enjoy the game itself.Al
killjoy32 wrote:oh i absolutely agree!i had given up D&D ing but took it up again when my eldest daughter wanted to play a game, so i threw a little dungeon together in an hour, rolled up a few characters and she and a few others went into it. the joy i had when they came face to face with some orcs and they shit themselves i had a right ol blast with that, specially when she shot at the orc leader with a bow and rolled a 20 the glee on her face was priceless THAT is why i play games.Al
MShipley88 wrote: That is exactly the glee I felt when I plugged the hobgoblin in the face with my crossbow! :twisted:
Badmike wrote: The best times you ever had gaming were when you didn't know it all, and around every corner lurked a new surprise.Mike B.
jkason wrote:Badmike wrote: The best times you ever had gaming were when you didn't know it all, and around every corner lurked a new surprise.Mike B.Amen to that, brother.Best recent player moment (Today - 1/1/2006) - I got swallowed by a Behir.
muaddib5 wrote:jkason wrote:Badmike wrote: The best times you ever had gaming were when you didn't know it all, and around every corner lurked a new surprise.Mike B.Amen to that, brother.Best recent player moment (Today - 1/1/2006) - I got swallowed by a Behir.Not one of the best moments, but one of the most memorable. It's 1986 and I'm at my first Gen Con (GC19), I'm fourteen years old and I've been playing AD&D a total of about six to eight months. My friend and I played in the AD&D Open, the group and the DM we were with had such a great time that we all decided to get together outside of the tournament and do some gaming. Our first session was held at one of the open gaming tables somewhere in the old MECCA convention center and it began as most do with character creation. Dice were rolled and stats were recorded while stories of great past adventures were being told. I was so caught up in the moment that I must not have heard the DM say that characters of an evil alignment would be a bad idea. My first level neutral evil thief did not have a long life ahead of him. I finished with the thief and we began the adventure. Only minutes into it, somehow it was discovered that I was playing a thief (I must have tried to pick someone's pocket or hide in shadows or something). Unknown to me at the time, one of the other players was using a higher level character that had a sentient sword that was of higher intelligence then the character, and killed all evil creatures. The DM lit his pipe (shows you how long ago this was), tells me that my first level thief was cleaved in two , took my character sheet from me and ripped it up (very traumatic) , and told me to start another character from the beginning . Alls well that ends well though, that poor thief gave his life so that one of my best characters of all time was created next, Semtar the monk (who ended up getting an artifact later in this same adventure) .