I was running a 3.5 D&D game and getting ready to convert to 5th edition when a player provided me with perfect in-game reason for a subtle reset. I don't like killing my PCs, so I always give them a chance to be saved. The house rule for 3.5 was that if a player was taken down to (or past) -10 hit points, they could be saved (stabilized at -10), but only if a healer could get to them and make a DC 10 Healing check before the end of the turn. That usually gave them a fair chance... usually.
Their last adventure in 3.5 culminated in a battle between a powerful Rogue that could step in and out of the ethereal plane, and a group of cult…
I was DMing for a group of my friends using an online game engine, as we were all scattered around the country. I had spent lots of time getting the pieces right and setting up all the fights beforehand so I could just drop the needed tokens on the map for my group.
During one game, the group was tasked with collecting materials to build a magic compass in order to find the Lich King's hidden island. One of the materials needed were several fangs from some snow dragons. The group trekked up the mountain and just destroyed all the fights I had set up, laughing all the way.
In reality I had made all the earlier encounters a little eas…
We were playing D&D 3.5 with a lot of House Rules. Our party consists of myself as a Halfling Rogue; a Halfling Scout; a Half-Orc Fighter; and a Human Warlock.
We started out as young characters in a street gang inside a very tough port city. As level-ones, we did menial tasks for the gang, and we didn’t earn much gold. So when we learned that as a port city, the value of lemons was 5 silver each (as they were easily stored on ships and needed for nutrition), we decided to steal some.
We met with a foreign ship's Quartermaster and struck a deal for 400 lbs of lemons at 2.3 silver for each lemon—roughly 588 gold worth of lemons. Our …
You need to understand my DM before I begin this story. He followed the rules, but liked to add twists to encounters. You know, things like ‘you don't run around cities with weapons drawn’.
This story started out in in a city near Greyhawk (AD&D), and our party consisted of a Paladin, a Barbarian (me), a Wizard, a Cleric, and a Thief. We were wandering around the town, trying to help the locals figure out what was happening to their livestock. We entered a crowded area with lots of people gawking at a man fighting what appeared to be a bear (yeah, in town). We decided to jump into action. As we were coming up from behind the beast, w…
We were running a D&D 3.5 level 2 adventure in which I had decided to play as a fun little combat Rogue. That’s when I discovered the hard way that fate can be a fickle mistress.
We had been tasked with taking care of a city’s local bandit problem, and had been doing a good job of clearing out their little cave hideout when we finally came across the leader of the whole shindig. Caught in a face-off between our party and a group of around fifteen well-armed bandits, I decided to take some initiative—having not as of yet been noticed—and snuck through the shadows to see if I could get the drop on the bandit boss and end the fight befo…