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I actually did have a \"funny story\" thread
But since that one seems to have died out--
About twenty years I was playing with a very large RPG group, about 16-20 people involved in each session. Of course, to handle that kinda load the DM would have to be a genius. An EVIL genius. We were playing a game called C&S (Chivalry and Sorcery), and a large group of us was marching up a hill to confront a giant that was terrorizing the local village. I was running a Voila (Nordic Witch/Priestes), and my buddy was running his High Elf Mage. We are in the front, rather then the fighters. This is unusual, but would you want a pair of 21st lev Magic Users casting spells over your head? Anyway, we get a small ways up the hill and the giant comes out of his cave. He sees us, bellows something, and charges down the hill... followed by a half dozen more coming out of the cave mouth! We had a house rule, in a combat situations we weren\'t allowed to speak our turns aloud, we had to right down our actions on a piece of paper and hand them to the DM. It went something like this-
DM: OK, it seems the Elf is going to cast a maximized fire ball at giants, correct?
Elf: Thats Right! {proudly}
DM: And the Voila is casting a maximized boulder (Create Rock, 20 tons) at them, correct?
Voila (me): You got it! {also proudly}
DM: {gets evil gleem in eye} lets see now, you two are ten feet apart, and the two balls are about this size (here he makes two fist in front of our minis) and they go like this ( he moves his hands toward the giants, and about halfway his hands touch) hmmmmmm...... it seems all of you now have a river of lava flowing down the hill at you. What do you do?
We went home with some VERY scorched hineys that day, not to mention bruised egos. There really is such a thing as being too powerful. When we later asked \"what ever happened to the giants?\" the DM replied \"oh, them? you stunned them.\" \"with what, the explosion?\" \"oh no\", he said\" they were doubled over with laughter.\"
Funny thing, as much of a blunder as that was, It still remains one of my favorite memories.
But since that one seems to have died out--
About twenty years I was playing with a very large RPG group, about 16-20 people involved in each session. Of course, to handle that kinda load the DM would have to be a genius. An EVIL genius. We were playing a game called C&S (Chivalry and Sorcery), and a large group of us was marching up a hill to confront a giant that was terrorizing the local village. I was running a Voila (Nordic Witch/Priestes), and my buddy was running his High Elf Mage. We are in the front, rather then the fighters. This is unusual, but would you want a pair of 21st lev Magic Users casting spells over your head? Anyway, we get a small ways up the hill and the giant comes out of his cave. He sees us, bellows something, and charges down the hill... followed by a half dozen more coming out of the cave mouth! We had a house rule, in a combat situations we weren\'t allowed to speak our turns aloud, we had to right down our actions on a piece of paper and hand them to the DM. It went something like this-
DM: OK, it seems the Elf is going to cast a maximized fire ball at giants, correct?
Elf: Thats Right! {proudly}
DM: And the Voila is casting a maximized boulder (Create Rock, 20 tons) at them, correct?
Voila (me): You got it! {also proudly}
DM: {gets evil gleem in eye} lets see now, you two are ten feet apart, and the two balls are about this size (here he makes two fist in front of our minis) and they go like this ( he moves his hands toward the giants, and about halfway his hands touch) hmmmmmm...... it seems all of you now have a river of lava flowing down the hill at you. What do you do?
We went home with some VERY scorched hineys that day, not to mention bruised egos. There really is such a thing as being too powerful. When we later asked \"what ever happened to the giants?\" the DM replied \"oh, them? you stunned them.\" \"with what, the explosion?\" \"oh no\", he said\" they were doubled over with laughter.\"
Funny thing, as much of a blunder as that was, It still remains one of my favorite memories.
Infamous Moments
Ok, this one has been posted to the internet many times over, but I happen to know the person that was GMing the session, and noone else has put it up, yet, so....
No, I wasn\'t involved, but I dearly wish I was. The session was tape-recorded, and later transcribed for posterity (and everyone\'s amusement).
GM: After you pass through the grand archway, you find yourselves in a large courtyard, with a large, pastoral field extending for about a hundred yards ahead of you, and fifty yards to either side. Small flower gardens dot the area, and in the center of the courtyard stands a large grey and white gazebo.
Fighter: A gazebo? I charge and attack it with my longsword.
Wizard: John, it\'s a gazebo.
Fighter: Oh. Right. Then I pull out my horn of blasting and try to deafen it.
Cleric: No. John... it\'s a gazebo.
Fighter: Fine! I attack it with my +2 bow and use the +2 arrows, too!
GM: It\'s a gazebo, John. A ga-ze-bo.
Fighter: How big is it?
GM: It\'s about twelve feet across and fifteen feet high.
Fighter: Well, I\'m shooting it.
Everyone but John the Fighter: IT\'S A GAZEBO!!!
Fighter: Ok! I get the message! I run away.
For want of a dictionary..... greatness might have been achieved.
Ok, this one has been posted to the internet many times over, but I happen to know the person that was GMing the session, and noone else has put it up, yet, so....
No, I wasn\'t involved, but I dearly wish I was. The session was tape-recorded, and later transcribed for posterity (and everyone\'s amusement).
GM: After you pass through the grand archway, you find yourselves in a large courtyard, with a large, pastoral field extending for about a hundred yards ahead of you, and fifty yards to either side. Small flower gardens dot the area, and in the center of the courtyard stands a large grey and white gazebo.
Fighter: A gazebo? I charge and attack it with my longsword.
Wizard: John, it\'s a gazebo.
Fighter: Oh. Right. Then I pull out my horn of blasting and try to deafen it.
Cleric: No. John... it\'s a gazebo.
Fighter: Fine! I attack it with my +2 bow and use the +2 arrows, too!
GM: It\'s a gazebo, John. A ga-ze-bo.
Fighter: How big is it?
GM: It\'s about twelve feet across and fifteen feet high.
Fighter: Well, I\'m shooting it.
Everyone but John the Fighter: IT\'S A GAZEBO!!!
Fighter: Ok! I get the message! I run away.
For want of a dictionary..... greatness might have been achieved.
Ah not trying to bash on you but you have the story just a little off (Utleast from the common version, maybe your version is the real way, after all you said you knew the guy...)... It\'s \"Eric and the dread gazebo\"
...In the early seventies, Ed Whitchurch ran \"his game,\" and one of the participants was Eric Sorenson. Eric plays something like a computer. When he games he methodically considers each possibility before choosing his preferred option. If given time, he will invariably pick the optimal solution. It has been known to take weeks. He is otherwise, in all respects, a superior gamer.
Eric was playing a Neutral Paladin in Ed\'s game. He was on some lord\'s lands when the following exchange occurred:
ED: You see a well groomed garden. In the middle, on a small hill, you
see a gazebo.
ERIC: A gazebo? What color is it?
ED: (Pause) It\'s white, Eric.
ERIC: How far away is it?
ED: About 50 yards.
ERIC: How big is it?
ED: (Pause) It\'s about 30 ft across, 15 ft high, with a pointed top.
ERIC: I use my sword to detect good on it.
ED: It\'s not good, Eric. It\'s a gazebo.
ERIC: (Pause) I call out to it.
ED: It won\'t answer. It\'s a gazebo.
ERIC: (Pause) I sheathe my sword and draw my bow and arrows. Does it
respond in any way?
ED: No, Eric, it\'s a gazebo!
ERIC: I shoot it with my bow (roll to hit). What happened?
ED: There is now a gazebo with an arrow sticking out of it.
ERIC: (Pause) Wasn\'t it wounded?
ED: OF COURSE NOT, ERIC! IT\'S A GAZEBO!
ERIC: (Whimper) But that was a +3 arrow!
ED: It\'s a gazebo, Eric, a GAZEBO! If you really want to try to
destroy it, you could try to chop it with an axe, I suppose, or you
could try to burn it, but I don\'t know why anybody would even try.
It\'s a @#$%!! gazebo!
ERIC: (Long pause. He has no axe or fire spells.) I run away.
ED: (Thoroughly frustrated) It\'s too late. You\'ve awakened the gazebo.
It catches you and eats you.
ERIC: (Reaching for his dice) Maybe I\'ll roll up a fire-using mage so
I can avenge my Paladin.
At this point, the increasingly amused fellow party members restored a modicum of order by explaining to Eric what a gazebo is. Thus ends the tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo. It could have been worse; at least the gazebo wasn\'t on a grassy gnoll.
...In the early seventies, Ed Whitchurch ran \"his game,\" and one of the participants was Eric Sorenson. Eric plays something like a computer. When he games he methodically considers each possibility before choosing his preferred option. If given time, he will invariably pick the optimal solution. It has been known to take weeks. He is otherwise, in all respects, a superior gamer.
Eric was playing a Neutral Paladin in Ed\'s game. He was on some lord\'s lands when the following exchange occurred:
ED: You see a well groomed garden. In the middle, on a small hill, you
see a gazebo.
ERIC: A gazebo? What color is it?
ED: (Pause) It\'s white, Eric.
ERIC: How far away is it?
ED: About 50 yards.
ERIC: How big is it?
ED: (Pause) It\'s about 30 ft across, 15 ft high, with a pointed top.
ERIC: I use my sword to detect good on it.
ED: It\'s not good, Eric. It\'s a gazebo.
ERIC: (Pause) I call out to it.
ED: It won\'t answer. It\'s a gazebo.
ERIC: (Pause) I sheathe my sword and draw my bow and arrows. Does it
respond in any way?
ED: No, Eric, it\'s a gazebo!
ERIC: I shoot it with my bow (roll to hit). What happened?
ED: There is now a gazebo with an arrow sticking out of it.
ERIC: (Pause) Wasn\'t it wounded?
ED: OF COURSE NOT, ERIC! IT\'S A GAZEBO!
ERIC: (Whimper) But that was a +3 arrow!
ED: It\'s a gazebo, Eric, a GAZEBO! If you really want to try to
destroy it, you could try to chop it with an axe, I suppose, or you
could try to burn it, but I don\'t know why anybody would even try.
It\'s a @#$%!! gazebo!
ERIC: (Long pause. He has no axe or fire spells.) I run away.
ED: (Thoroughly frustrated) It\'s too late. You\'ve awakened the gazebo.
It catches you and eats you.
ERIC: (Reaching for his dice) Maybe I\'ll roll up a fire-using mage so
I can avenge my Paladin.
At this point, the increasingly amused fellow party members restored a modicum of order by explaining to Eric what a gazebo is. Thus ends the tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo. It could have been worse; at least the gazebo wasn\'t on a grassy gnoll.
Drake Farstrider
New member
I have also heard the Gazebo story as it was run in the KODT comic book. Rather amusing that someone would not know what a gazebo was. lollol
One of the more amusing gaming instances that happened to me went something like this.
We were fighting a losing battle against a horde of twisted creatures.
Our 300+ pound, 7 foot tall barbarian (Vai) just went down and was at negative HP\'s. Our best fighter (my dwarf Balin) had just slaughtered like 10 of these beasts in 1 round (great Cleave rocks), pulled out his portable hole and opened it up on the ground.
The plan was to have the injured or dying members be put in the hole with the cleric, use the potion of polymorph self, change into a dragon and fly the hell out of there.
Balin yells at everybody to get into the hole asap. William the other fighter in the group (18 STR) runs over to the fallen Barbarian on his turn and gets ready to move him into the hole which is like 8 feet away. Balin then yells at William to remove Vai\'s bag of holding before putting the Barbarian into the hole. William completly ignores this order and decides to throw the barbarian to Balin, who btw is on the other side of the potable hole 18 feet away, being swarmed by like 20 mosters. Needless to say William throws Vai into the portable hole with the bag of holding still on.
BOOM! a rift to the astral plane is opened everything in the bag is scatterd across the planes, almost all the monsters are destroyed, as is the surounding country side, the pc\'s somehow make their saving throws and survive as well. But end up on some other plane.
The worse part of it was, was that William had a 16 INT and 15 WIS. Unfortunatly the player playing him has like an intelligence of 8 and a wisdom of 9.
Needless to say I was not to happy.
One of the more amusing gaming instances that happened to me went something like this.
We were fighting a losing battle against a horde of twisted creatures.
Our 300+ pound, 7 foot tall barbarian (Vai) just went down and was at negative HP\'s. Our best fighter (my dwarf Balin) had just slaughtered like 10 of these beasts in 1 round (great Cleave rocks), pulled out his portable hole and opened it up on the ground.
The plan was to have the injured or dying members be put in the hole with the cleric, use the potion of polymorph self, change into a dragon and fly the hell out of there.
Balin yells at everybody to get into the hole asap. William the other fighter in the group (18 STR) runs over to the fallen Barbarian on his turn and gets ready to move him into the hole which is like 8 feet away. Balin then yells at William to remove Vai\'s bag of holding before putting the Barbarian into the hole. William completly ignores this order and decides to throw the barbarian to Balin, who btw is on the other side of the potable hole 18 feet away, being swarmed by like 20 mosters. Needless to say William throws Vai into the portable hole with the bag of holding still on.
BOOM! a rift to the astral plane is opened everything in the bag is scatterd across the planes, almost all the monsters are destroyed, as is the surounding country side, the pc\'s somehow make their saving throws and survive as well. But end up on some other plane.
The worse part of it was, was that William had a 16 INT and 15 WIS. Unfortunatly the player playing him has like an intelligence of 8 and a wisdom of 9.
Needless to say I was not to happy.
DSA, three heroes (A cleric, a wood elf and a young oracle) and I`m DM.
There is this healer, Tarot. Tarot recently managed to bring a dead person back to life, which strikes the heroes as an affront to Boron, god of death, and they think he has a pact with an arch demon or the nameless one (nameless one = really bad), especially since the group\'s oracle prophecised some really bad things in her sleep. They helped Tarot get some things he needed, and he is really, really helpless in the everyday world as he is too concerned with his studies. anyway, they come to the conclusion that it would be the best to utterly maim him in the most brutal way possible and grab their weapons: The elf takes his magical axe that makes people feel like they are both burning and drowning (hit them too often and they go insane) and the cleric grabs his giant war hammer. Both sneakily conceal their weapons under very large robes.
Well, Tarot opens the door, asks them in, they tlk to him about his invention... and then they go again. I was a little confused and asked \"But I thought you wanted to kill him?\". Well, yes, they did. Felix, who plays the cleric, told me with wet eyes why they didn\'t: \"I just couldn\'t! He\'s like a puppy!\"
When they actually mustered up the courage to go and kill him, they found him already dead. Cleric: \"Damn!\"
Or then there were the \"Grolmes\", extremely greedy merchants, who the heroes wanted to buy salt from. The heroes suck at haggling, but keep on trying and watch the price rise into the range of about 200 Gold for one pound of salt (which would be about 5000$) They were about to lynch me, really
Oh, and in W40K, a friend charged with his Khorne Berserkers (I don\'t know what he charged anymore). the had 21 attacks which would all hit on 3+.
He rolled 21 ones and twos.
There is this healer, Tarot. Tarot recently managed to bring a dead person back to life, which strikes the heroes as an affront to Boron, god of death, and they think he has a pact with an arch demon or the nameless one (nameless one = really bad), especially since the group\'s oracle prophecised some really bad things in her sleep. They helped Tarot get some things he needed, and he is really, really helpless in the everyday world as he is too concerned with his studies. anyway, they come to the conclusion that it would be the best to utterly maim him in the most brutal way possible and grab their weapons: The elf takes his magical axe that makes people feel like they are both burning and drowning (hit them too often and they go insane) and the cleric grabs his giant war hammer. Both sneakily conceal their weapons under very large robes.
Well, Tarot opens the door, asks them in, they tlk to him about his invention... and then they go again. I was a little confused and asked \"But I thought you wanted to kill him?\". Well, yes, they did. Felix, who plays the cleric, told me with wet eyes why they didn\'t: \"I just couldn\'t! He\'s like a puppy!\"
When they actually mustered up the courage to go and kill him, they found him already dead. Cleric: \"Damn!\"
Or then there were the \"Grolmes\", extremely greedy merchants, who the heroes wanted to buy salt from. The heroes suck at haggling, but keep on trying and watch the price rise into the range of about 200 Gold for one pound of salt (which would be about 5000$)
They were about to lynch me, really Oh, and in W40K, a friend charged with his Khorne Berserkers (I don\'t know what he charged anymore). the had 21 attacks which would all hit on 3+.
He rolled 21 ones and twos.
vincegamer
Active member
amazing critical fumbles
We had a player who no matter what system we used always seemed to play an elf with fantastic bow skill. We called him Paul \"pegemwithmybow\" Moisant.
One day he had a really bad time with his rolls.
Despite his better than 100% skill (RuneQuest) he managed to roll 3 critical fumbles in one combat with the \"hit nearest friend\" result and shot every other member of the party.
With poor Steve, when rolling for damage Paul rolled a critical impale hit to the head. Paul killed Steve with an arrow to the back of the head.
We had a player who no matter what system we used always seemed to play an elf with fantastic bow skill. We called him Paul \"pegemwithmybow\" Moisant.
One day he had a really bad time with his rolls.
Despite his better than 100% skill (RuneQuest) he managed to roll 3 critical fumbles in one combat with the \"hit nearest friend\" result and shot every other member of the party.
With poor Steve, when rolling for damage Paul rolled a critical impale hit to the head. Paul killed Steve with an arrow to the back of the head.
lollollollollol
Great night tonight!
Okay! A while ago we were in this desert dungeon place trying to find a kidnapped princess. We had just killed this fire genie type thing (I can\'t remember the name of it) and I had looted it. We wandered around some more and found nothing. Then I remembered a certain magic item we had, a small golden ball when commanded will slowly hover in the direction of an item you ask of it. How the ball works is the more familiar you are with what your trying to find, the easier it will be for the ball to find the correct one. Well we\'re thinking, \"How many princesses could there be in the desert?\" So we get out the golden ball and ask it to find \"The Princess.\"
Well, it comes over and stops in front me. Everyone starts laughing... \"Your a princess!\"
Well, as it turns out, I had gotten a bottle that I looted from the fire thing. The princess was magically sealed in it, and the bottle was tied to my belt. All my friends still call me the princess though.
Tonight, playing D&D at airheads. His daughter and boyfriend gave me a present, something they had seen while at Islands of Adventure and had thought of me. It\'s this little pink headband, it has a tall pointy pink thing at the top and a veil coming down the back, and fluff between it and my head. It says \"Princess\" on it. I wore it all night.
Great night tonight!
Okay! A while ago we were in this desert dungeon place trying to find a kidnapped princess. We had just killed this fire genie type thing (I can\'t remember the name of it) and I had looted it. We wandered around some more and found nothing. Then I remembered a certain magic item we had, a small golden ball when commanded will slowly hover in the direction of an item you ask of it. How the ball works is the more familiar you are with what your trying to find, the easier it will be for the ball to find the correct one. Well we\'re thinking, \"How many princesses could there be in the desert?\" So we get out the golden ball and ask it to find \"The Princess.\"
Well, it comes over and stops in front me. Everyone starts laughing... \"Your a princess!\"
Well, as it turns out, I had gotten a bottle that I looted from the fire thing. The princess was magically sealed in it, and the bottle was tied to my belt. All my friends still call me the princess though.
Tonight, playing D&D at airheads. His daughter and boyfriend gave me a present, something they had seen while at Islands of Adventure and had thought of me. It\'s this little pink headband, it has a tall pointy pink thing at the top and a veil coming down the back, and fluff between it and my head. It says \"Princess\" on it. I wore it all night.
Drake Farstrider
New member
Hey Tylith, I think I may have also ran through that adventure. Was there an NPC named Martek in it?
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praetorian0_1
Guest
At least its not as bad as the guy (who in real life, no kidding) attempted to murder me (break my neck form behind)after his character died in my campaign in a incredably stupid way. This was when I was about 15yrs old- so over 20 yrs ago. I spoke about this idiot(psycho) in a past thread or two.
Here is the poop. This idiot fighter comes to a wobbly rope bridge with the entire party in tow. The module clearly states it will only hold 100lbs at a time max, then will snap after about three or four loud creaking(warning) steps in- and has a description the matches that and then some and an alternative path that leads don into the gully some 100\' below
Ok, here he goes accross wearing plate mail and a mule in tow. The entire party is yelling at him to stop. I say the first step the brige creaks loudly, swings, ropes begin to unwravel themselves and your mule backs up and refuses to step on. After several attempts of his more intelligent mule trying to stop him, and grapple checks to force it onto the creaking planks etc etc... he lets it go and procedes alone. His own brother is calling him every name related to stupid and the rest of the guys are killing themselves laughing at the foo. The rest is elementary physics.lollol
Here is the poop. This idiot fighter comes to a wobbly rope bridge with the entire party in tow. The module clearly states it will only hold 100lbs at a time max, then will snap after about three or four loud creaking(warning) steps in- and has a description the matches that and then some and an alternative path that leads don into the gully some 100\' below
Ok, here he goes accross wearing plate mail and a mule in tow. The entire party is yelling at him to stop. I say the first step the brige creaks loudly, swings, ropes begin to unwravel themselves and your mule backs up and refuses to step on. After several attempts of his more intelligent mule trying to stop him, and grapple checks to force it onto the creaking planks etc etc... he lets it go and procedes alone. His own brother is calling him every name related to stupid and the rest of the guys are killing themselves laughing at the foo. The rest is elementary physics.lollol
Have a friend of mine that gets a little worked up. I mean, I suppose I do as well, if I get too competitive or whatever, but I don\'t think a single gaming session goes by where he doesn\'t start complaining about how he \"wasn\'t effective at all that combat\" or \"didn\'t have anything he could do\" or whatever. Blows my mind how he can\'t think of things to do during combats when he has a freaking epic level wizard, but whatever.
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Aragorns_mate
Guest
Lrp with foam swords.... id rather play with proper gear and blood capsules (amazing for play fighting), and video it, alot more life like, and u could make like a mini movie of it...
it would cost a bit to get all the gear, (aka real chain mail, not a cereal box and some sticky back plastic lol ), but it would be 10000x better imo, and feel more realistic
heres a video of a seriously lame attempt at lrp
http://gprime.net/video.php/2vandfriends
the lighning bolt guy is so funny!, eat pebble scare crow thing with a club.
it would cost a bit to get all the gear, (aka real chain mail, not a cereal box and some sticky back plastic lol ), but it would be 10000x better imo, and feel more realistic
heres a video of a seriously lame attempt at lrp
http://gprime.net/video.php/2vandfriends
the lighning bolt guy is so funny!, eat pebble scare crow thing with a club.
Actually we do use real chain mail, leather, scale etc etc. The only thing we will not do is endanger the lives of those who want to take part in an action game.
Even though its just foam swords, many of the special effects the event holders have set up still invoke real fear, or get adrenalin pumping.
Besides that, we play far too often to be able to rig up the effects you are talking about. There\'s nothing better than being able to grab your sword and lay on whenever you feel like it.
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Aragorns_mate
Guest
i didnt mean to get at you, i jsut think that if your going to do something like that u have to do it really well, or its just cheesey.
like medievil re enactment thats class!! whats more fun that smacking hell out of a friend in suits of armour!
not alot!
the vid i found tho, the people on there are very sad! \"lightening bolt!\" ??? ??? ???
couldnt stop laughing for ages
im surprised they werent using dice lol
- gez
like medievil re enactment thats class!! whats more fun that smacking hell out of a friend in suits of armour!
not alot!
the vid i found tho, the people on there are very sad! \"lightening bolt!\" ??? ??? ???
couldnt stop laughing for ages
im surprised they werent using dice lol
- gez
