Your best D&D moment

[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 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. 

Comments

[skean.livejournal.com]

Not mine sadly, but one of those "ooooo" moments in a high level D&D was where the magic user (I hesitate to call him "our" magic user as things were going a bit Lord of the Flies at this time) decimated the big bad encounter in a nifty way.

Prismatic Wall (or was it sphere?) in the middle of the grand hall containing all greeblies. Reverse gravity. Turn off reverse gravity. 2x the damage for the reverse gravity falls, and 2 times through all 9 bits of the prism. Sweeeeeet.

I seem to remember it was about the same time my thief with 5 attacks per round due to weapon spec rules and 2 handedness landed an obscene backstab doing somewhere over 300hp of damage. On a 20hp goblin. That the same mage had left standing out of the 200 others in the room just so I had something to do.

[jonnycowbells.livejournal.com]

I always liked your 'lightning bolt under water presents as fireball' mishap during some random lunchtime ad&d sesh 18 years ago.

Star Wars always seemed funnier. I still get fits of giggles over those 'elite imperial troops' killing themselves trying to run down a rocky slope to engage the party. Or kicking a hotel door down, thermal detonators primed and ready to go, after which Xeeny asked 'why didn't you just knock?'

[xeeny.livejournal.com]

You missed that this was all cast in a Timestop - first round.