Your best D&D moment
Mar. 5th, 2008 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
andygates
I hereby declare this a Gary Gygax Memorial Meme. No, I never knew him either, but he was instrumental in laying the framework for a whole load of stuff that certainly defined a lot of my leisure time and approach to life, and by extension, meant that I met most of you lot. Post your best D&D moment, no matter how daft or nerdy, and DMs, don't hold back :)
For me, I think it was the campaign-incinerating boob in the middle of Deserts of Desolation (Deserts of Desecration, the way we played it). This was back in the 90s so forgive my memory if the details are wonky. We were low on hits and battered after a tough escape from, if I remember right, a desert lich when the party came across a random encounter with some giant spiders. I looked wearily at our DM and said, "Nuts to it: Fireball, ground zero."
"Are you sure?" DM![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
aldric asked as my dark elf revved up his mojo.
"Meh, they've only got a few hits each and we'll survive it. Toast 'em."
A fireball in a small room is a pretty crispy thing, and the spiders didn't have a chance. The whole party rolled their saves, and they all made it. I thought we'd pulled off a nifty little maneouvre, a tidy capstone to several evenings of crispy lich baiting. And then he says, "Roll saves for your equipment."
I lost my flying broom (with the headlamps (Perpetual Light on pebbles in the eye-sockets of some beastie or other)) and the Princess her modesty, and finally our Dwarf rolled against his inventory. The very last item on the list: Greek Fire x34 in bandolier. He'd cherished that damn greek fire all campaign and I'd set fire to a walking stack of grenades. And every time one went off, he had to made re-roll.
Well, the Princess made her singed way out, but the rest of the party, all our stuff, our maps, and all that delicious, precious loot was left down a hole in the middle of the deep desert. But man, what a way to go. They heard the whump! across the planes.
Thanks for a good time, Gary.
"Are you sure?" DM
aldric asked as my dark elf revved up his mojo."Meh, they've only got a few hits each and we'll survive it. Toast 'em."
A fireball in a small room is a pretty crispy thing, and the spiders didn't have a chance. The whole party rolled their saves, and they all made it. I thought we'd pulled off a nifty little maneouvre, a tidy capstone to several evenings of crispy lich baiting. And then he says, "Roll saves for your equipment."
I lost my flying broom (with the headlamps (Perpetual Light on pebbles in the eye-sockets of some beastie or other)) and the Princess her modesty, and finally our Dwarf rolled against his inventory. The very last item on the list: Greek Fire x34 in bandolier. He'd cherished that damn greek fire all campaign and I'd set fire to a walking stack of grenades. And every time one went off, he had to made re-roll.
Well, the Princess made her singed way out, but the rest of the party, all our stuff, our maps, and all that delicious, precious loot was left down a hole in the middle of the deep desert. But man, what a way to go. They heard the whump! across the planes.
Thanks for a good time, Gary.
You know what would be best? If his remains were interred in a huge lucite gelatinous cube in a subterranean tomb.
