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First Fatalities
Hylianbunny
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Anyone who's been a Dungeon Master, Game Master, Storyteller, or any similar term, has probably had a moment where they first killed someone, intentionally or unintentionally. It took long enough, but I finally had mine.
The party was facing off against a giant pseudonatural squid; Mina, one of the group's spellcasters, was already dying (though stable) and the group was struggling to deal with it.
Dismas, the group's warforged fighter, had the unfortunate luck of being grappled. The party wasn't doing such a good job against the thing as it was; and so they weren't quite quick enough to save Dismas from being ripped in two, constrict damage slowly adding up.
Eventually, they managed to chop it up enough to force it to retreat; but too little, too late.
Have there been any notable first deaths (or deaths in general) in your games? And d'you have any policy to deal with the dead? It's a somewhat 'cinematic' game, so despite being logistically dead, Dismas was granted a few 'last words' to the party before passing on.
The party was facing off against a giant pseudonatural squid; Mina, one of the group's spellcasters, was already dying (though stable) and the group was struggling to deal with it.
Dismas, the group's warforged fighter, had the unfortunate luck of being grappled. The party wasn't doing such a good job against the thing as it was; and so they weren't quite quick enough to save Dismas from being ripped in two, constrict damage slowly adding up.
Eventually, they managed to chop it up enough to force it to retreat; but too little, too late.
Have there been any notable first deaths (or deaths in general) in your games? And d'you have any policy to deal with the dead? It's a somewhat 'cinematic' game, so despite being logistically dead, Dismas was granted a few 'last words' to the party before passing on.
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I re-thought how I did things. They got up to level 12 and had some kick ass gear after I learned not to be a total bastard.
But I did get them trapped in a maze of 3 hours.
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Man, that place is unforgiving, there's so many spots where it's just 'you zigged when you should have zagged; you are dead'
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Of course I critted then rolled two 8's on the damage dice...
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I...what? I thought it was someone else's turn.
whoops lol
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
in the very first adventure
an ogre zombie critical hit the elf rogue in the party, killing him instantly
so the player rolled up a dwarf fighter instead
he has become one of his favorite characters ever.
They hired on with a merchant caravan, that had a team of magebred horses for fast movement between locales. I should point out that none of the players really knew what classes the others were, other than what they were told. The rogue, Milo, had never seen the druid cast magic, and had always managed to miss his animal companion skulking about. He had decided that the ranger and paladin were both fighters, and thought that the druid was either a rogue as well, or a sorcerer. At any rate, he had bought a donkey to carry all of his loot on for travel, treating it harshly, feeding it poorly, and generally overloading it. When they hired on with the caravan, knowing that it couldn't keep up pace with the magebred horses, the entire rest of the party urged him to leave it behind. He refused because "its just not a good investment to resell it, I wouldn't get back near what I payed for it".
So with the majority of the caravan and the party unaware, he tied its bridle to the back of the last wagon, and thought nothing of it. I think it took all of a day and a half for the donkey to wear itself out, fall, and get dragged to death behind the caravan. When the caravan stopped that night, the npc's and the players were all horrified as he was sitting there bemoaning his investment, and decided to turn the poor beast into feed for the rest of the animals. He even had the gall to ask the druid to help him tan the hide.
Long story short, a bounty hunter written into his background was pegged to catch up with them that game, and if he HAD actually endeared himself to the party, a neat encounter and possibly battle would have occurred. This is what happened instead.
The bounty hunter ambushes them as they are checking out some local ruins, capturing Milo in the process, holding him at knife point in front of the rest of the party:
Bounty Hunter: "Alright, no one move. I'm sorry I had to catch you off guard, but I've been following your little friend here for weeks. I'm taking him to Sharn for crimes he's committed. Don't attempt to fight me, and you might draw breath tomorrow."
The Paladin detects evil. The bounty hunter isn't, Milo still is.
Paladin: "Ok, best of luck"
Bounty Hunter: "What?"
Milo: "What?!?!"
Druid: "Yes, he's a terrible person, I wish you the best of luck in your swift return to the city."
Bounty Hunter: O.o
Ranger: "Do you have enough rations for the both of you to make it back to town? I would hate to see him starve to death before he faces trial, and theres no reason you should go hungry just to keep him moving."
Bounty Hunter: "I'm taking your friend, are we all on the same page here, no one wants to fight me?"
Ranger: "What? Nonsense. Anyways, halflings DO eat an awful lot, let me share some food with you that I caught this morning."
Druid: "I have extra too."
Paladin: "He keeps extra daggers in the false bottom of his backpack, just so you know. Be careful about that. He kicks too, mean little bugger. Allow me to say a prayer to aid your return to Sharn, and then we must be on our way."
Bountu Hunter: O.o
Milo: O.o
The players all had a good laugh about it afterwards, and when the player of the rogue found out the classes of the other players, he laughed for a good half hour before rolling up a new character.
It was a pretty epic fight, all things considered. But after the party dispatched the dark priest, they turned on the half-demon, who was already retreating at his low health. He took a snipe at the halfling, and... essentially, headshot. He got away whilst the party was trying to figure out how to get him back.
The cool thing about that death was that I immediately adapted it so that, while dead, he had a vision of himself standing at the head of an army of angels, and after they went and had him resurrected (he was, obviously, a very important player in the story), he woke up and remembered it all.
But one character did get cannibalized by another after being shot in the head. That was gross.
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We get in this big shootout, but we unfortunately can't stop the ritual, so the pizza place explodes and reforms itself in the shape of an ancient Chinese temple, and out waddles this two story tall fire-breathing iron demon hell bent on devouring everything in sight. An epic fight ensues, and in the chaos, the demon manages to grapple our Killer (aka infinite ammo gun guy) and eats him. Unfortunately for the demon, its stomach is essentially a blast furnace, and while this kills the Killer almost instantly, it also causes ALL of his ammo to cook off inside the demon. This included roughly about 120 5.56mm rifle rounds, 50 .45 pistol rounds, and about 3 hand grenades. The demon takes enough damage to kill it six times over and explodes in a fountain of fire and shrapnel.
After the fight, my character went back to the rubble to find our late Killer's solid brass balls so we could place them on his tombstone.
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
Shan.
So, you know the PC cohort to your average Mischief Lad?
The newb?
In other words the lookout, who hangs out with the other useless meatbag, and gets the fuck down and calls for help at the first sign of trouble(this being our plan, since whoever the fuck is following us has no idea that they are in anyway affiliated with us?
Yeah.
Five Bronson's came to town and kicked our asses under the perfectly legitimate reason that my pistol was used in a series of murders in Oakland
The Shan however, was a nice way to kill that climactic gunfight.
I once again reitterate that this was my first foray into the realm of DM-ing.
I setup a basic dungeon Hack & Slash story for my group, and to make things more interesting I have them start up at 6th level. (more feats+3rd level spells = more fun)
My friend Jake's elf fighter was on track to arcane archer with a good backstory and his feats and skills all set up for this.
Death by deathray from a Catoblepas. And by rights the thing was pissed off as he was the one that killed the mother's calf. I honestly thought that he could make the reflex save to dodge it (improved evasion and all) with a dex at 21. Poor bastard rolled a 1.
He got a little pissy later and would not let himself get revived at the church.
That was the last time he ever played a fighter class anything, and to this day anytime the GM/DM screws up with an overpowered character or monster we say F*ing Catoblepas.