Post by Spike on Dec 9, 2008 1:40:15 GMT -6
We've all heard those stories of the GM who likes to keep gamers second-guessing what is in store by nonchalantly bringing out a boxload of monster miniatures before the game session begins..or by occasionally laughing maniacally from behind the GM screen as the player characters are arranging their night's lodgings at the local inn....but then sometimes it goes a little more like this.
Our intrepid 2nd level group is plodding through the second level of a particularly tough dungeon adventure and trying not to get killed. We find a door. The paladin says "I will try to detect evli beyond the door."
The GM informs the paladin that he detects so much evil that he needs to do a save throw against headache and nausea.
So...the paladin passes the save, but being a paladin, he cannot retreat from evil. The GM begins arranging the minis on the combat map.
The players wait.
The GM continues setting out minis.
The players wait some more, their eyes all widening in astonishment and fear.
I remind the players we have cake. We take a coffeebreak..or is it a last-supper?
End result... well... I'll let the photo speak for itself.
Don't bother counting. There's fifty skeletons. Luckily after the evil was detected, we got the chance to formulate a plan before kicking down the doors and rushing in. Having a few vials of flammable liquid on hand also helped.
Surprisingly, the PCs all survived, though we lost our berserker hireling.
So...anybody else out there got any crazy oh-boy-we're-all-gonna-die anecdotes that ended surprisingly well?
Our intrepid 2nd level group is plodding through the second level of a particularly tough dungeon adventure and trying not to get killed. We find a door. The paladin says "I will try to detect evli beyond the door."
The GM informs the paladin that he detects so much evil that he needs to do a save throw against headache and nausea.
So...the paladin passes the save, but being a paladin, he cannot retreat from evil. The GM begins arranging the minis on the combat map.
The players wait.
The GM continues setting out minis.
The players wait some more, their eyes all widening in astonishment and fear.
I remind the players we have cake. We take a coffeebreak..or is it a last-supper?
End result... well... I'll let the photo speak for itself.
Don't bother counting. There's fifty skeletons. Luckily after the evil was detected, we got the chance to formulate a plan before kicking down the doors and rushing in. Having a few vials of flammable liquid on hand also helped.
Surprisingly, the PCs all survived, though we lost our berserker hireling.
So...anybody else out there got any crazy oh-boy-we're-all-gonna-die anecdotes that ended surprisingly well?
How can there be four tarrasques? I thought there was only ever one in existence, as in 'no real need to invent a plural form of this monster for the No. Appearing section'?