I D&D with a group of particularly odd people over the summer. (Though most, if not all, D&D'ers are odd, so...) Last Saturday night was my first day again this Summer. We play a party of L3 players, in a desert environment near an emerald mine. So far, we are heading toward an emerald mine to seek our fortunes with a thief we have met, and we just arrived through the desert, (My sister has a Cleric Character who has been casting Protection from The Elements on the party of five every day as we travel, so it just worked out perfectly like that.)
So there we were, walking through the desert to reach this giant cliff to reach the cave into the emerald mines, when these Goblins emerged. We had an Air Mephit fly up, and I (A Barbarian.) climbed the cliff wall, followed by my sister and the sorcerer.
I rolled a couple of 19's, plus a +6 in climb, and got there pretty fast, but stalled midway after a few unsuccessful climb rolls. The sorcerer, however, took a nasty tumble and fell to the ground. Then, my sister, the cleric/healer, ALSO fell, right onto the sorcerer!
[center]It's kinda ironic. The healer of the party fell onto our sorcerer and almost killed him! XD We laughed so hard.[/center]
I reached the top with the rogue, killed all the goblins, then a giant orc with a nasty battleaxe took out the rogue (Chopped 'im in two like Darth Maul. Dead. Damnit.) and he got me down from 29 health to 8 health in a single swing. Nasty thing, that. I took him down though, with some help from the sorcerer's two magic arrow spells as he took the long route around to the cave entrance. (I have NO idea how he could see the Orc though. O_O )
In another campaign, we played L17 characters. I was an Aasimer Paladin with a KICKASS sword, ... and my sister was a Druid. She summoned a bear, but failed to specify the location. As we continued to fight the (rather nasty) drow we were fighting, (A small army of them, actually, against just us.) ... This ... bear, falls from the air and into the middle of the group of Drow, killing them outright. We hadn't laughed so hard in ages.
There was this other Campaign that the DM held up in Albany, where his group of people were playing evil-oriented caverns, (Pretty high level, I suppose.) And the end boss of the cavern was an angel-type character sent to kill them. They got beaten up badly, and just when they thought they had the Angel beat, the Angel regenerated most of his health, and the battle lasted for like, .. hours. Eventually, they Beat The Angel, (Guess what game that song is from, BTW.) and one of the group hobbled over the angel, and stamped a giant "PwNeD" stamp onto the Angel's Forehead.
[center]The DM let him keep the stamp for the rest of the campaign as an actual item, with a real value of like, 27 platinum.[/center]
Good times. - -,
Ever play D&D, and run into something funny?