My first game was with a group that was excited to teach me how to play D&D. I was located five hours away from the other players, so I played over Skype. I would listen to the game and type my responses since my microphone chose to not work properly. I got a practice round in a few days before, so I was pretty confident playing my character. I had help setting her up to be a beast with a bow.
The party included a changeling Druid that followed me around, a Warforged, and a human that had run up at the last second on his mount, Fluffy the Warg, to join us. We traveled with a Priest who was on a mission to retrieve an artifact.
We happened upon the lair of a Purple Worm. Fighting it was quite an ordeal. After several rounds, we killed it. However, we had all taken massive damage and two party members had perished.
Within the piles of loot we discovered a Magic Ring that would grant one wish.
The second I heard the magic words, "I wish..." my heart stopped and I rushed over to stop the rest of the sentence from coming.
I was too late.
One of the party's Fighters had said, "I wish we'd never seen that thing."
We come upon the lair of the Purple Worm, but this time there’s a twist.
I was the DM for a mid-level campaign. The characters were all at level 10. I was having difficulties finding appropriate threats for the band of adventurers who were infiltrating a magical keep filled to the brim with Orcs.
At their level, Trolls and waves of Orcs were nothing to them. They had a Half-Ogre Barbarian of their own after all, not to mention a pudgy Human Wizard, a saintly Half-Elf Cleric, a heavily armored Human sword-n-board Fighter, and an annoying Dwarf Bard.
I had to pull out the big guns.
An Ogre-Mage with character levels in Monk assailed them. This was decided to be a credible threat to the party, who…