Our team had been playing together so long that we worked like a well-oiled machine. Then there was Mimic, a physical adept that had the "martyr" drawback.
Mimic would always take the bullet, always save the girl, and most often get killed every run. I played him to the hilt, and one particular run left me dead and kidnapped to make up for the fact I was going to be out of town for a while.
Our DM came up with a clever plot to bring me back, just in time for Gen Con that year. Mimic's body showed up on the pier. Problem was, he’d sprouted fangs and glowing eyes.
The team looked at his unconscious body, left a grenade on his chest, …
The DM of my group has a rather nasty habit of playing jokes on the rest of us players.
During a large-scale raid on a old murky ruin, we encountered a magically created vine-thing (he called it a ‘rose knot monster’). It was clear he had made it up. Our frontline plate-wearing Goblin Fighter attempted a direct charge. One DEX roll later he was flung down a flight of stairs. After a natural 20 from the vine cluster he wasn’t about to get up in, well, ever.
My dexterous Elven Ranger was next on initiative and decided on a different approach. She tried to nimbly jump into the cluster of vines to get to the center, where we thought its…
Ours was a party of lower level adventurers (2nd ed revised). We weren’t the most glued together group, and somehow we ended up taking a quest from the village that required a stop at the Mage Shop in town. So we entered the Mage Shop with the bulletin about the job. The Mage looked at us, then smiled greedily as he made a portal for us to travel through.
We stepped through the portal and found ourselves in the exclusive suite in Sigil of a 30th level Mage, a gnarled human who had obviously found some magical way to keep himself alive. He had this awesome staff that was positively dripping in magic—yes, it had bubbles of fire and lig…
I was the DM for two groups. One group was comprised of friends, while the other group included my sister, her boyfriend, and their close friends. As neither group had any D&D experience when we began, most of their ideas tended to be a bit off the wall. However, I can be quite accommodating, and if an idea of theirs was even slightly possible I'd generally run with it.
For example, one of the players in my sister's group was fascinated with ants. When he was browsing the Monster Manual he found an insect-style monster that closely resembled an ant. He went nuts! So I took a couple hours and converted it into a playable race just for…
Some characters achieve a level of failure so grand it becomes legend. This was the case with Khrundarr, a Warlock in a game I DMed some time ago.
In his introductory session, Khrundarr managed to crit fail twice in a row while attempting to stab an unconscious beggar; once on the attack roll, then again on the confirmation roll. Deciding it wouldn't do to have him die in his first session, I had him stab himself in the leg, waking the beggar and alerting a group of nearby guards. This was not the last time the dice conspired to kill him.
Khrundarr, as we came to learn, was cursed. From level one to ten, he:
Was struck by a critic…