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I've bluffed a vampire... who wasn't a vampire (he was a doppelganger necromancer) that I was a vampire... without being a vampire (I was a changeling bard.)
__________________True story. I just wish I could remember what campaign we were playing. I'd do it again! |
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I can only think of one instance, and it wasn't avoiding a battle so much as it was avoiding making it worse.
We were fighting a bunch of Drow in their fortress, and one of them was running to sound an alarm. Because I had initiative before him, I cast Dimension Door and sent the gong he was about to ring to a random dimension. Many a laugh was had during that adventure. |
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Nice Lixy, I did the same in Iraq with a bag of candy and a group of angry children.
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In game where d20 means instant success. Used bluff to convince a guard that he was a toaster. DM Said that toasters didn't exist in that time period, so we ended up with a guard who didn't think that he existed.
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Yea FYI Bluff doesn't work that way. It doesn't convince them that what you say is true, just that you believe it to be.
__________________End result of the guard failing his sense motive would be the guard thinking "This crazy guy thinks I'm a toaster." |
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The cleric in our party convinced the DM that he knew who was behind the plan that was put in motion (that would take hundreds of hours of gameplay to work through dungeons, keeps and countryside) and used dimensional folding to get to him so that the party could kill him in two hours of gameplay.
Look on DMs face = priceless. |
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What? Where are you reading that skill description at?
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Not really a fight avoided but one with an almost impossible ending, So were on a ship at see and under attack from a gargantuan Dragon Turtle that unbeknownst to us at the time was the pet of this small time demigod of an island cannibalistic tribe looking to bring new sacrifices to the island. Now Im playing a Mystic Theurge Im flying through the air and I've cast all of my more powerful spells. The fights going south, long story short were about to become sacrificial lambs to be tossed into an active volcano. As a last ditch effort I cast Charm Monster lvl 3 spell.... dm rolls a 1 on the will save.
Awesome right, well not knowing what it was or who it was working for I tell it to rise up under the ship and take us and the ship to the nearest land for repairs.... oops.
Last edited by Alexader; 07-31-2012 at 12:30 PM. |
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Was playing a classic bluffing, disguising, sneaking silver-tongued rogue/swashbuckler. We just came to a town where everyone had been turned to stone, and were suddenly attacked by gargoyles. Using my amazing stealth skills I avoided the entire thing leaving the party to fight it, confident that they could handle it and I follow one gargoyle (a leader of some kind) through a door into a building.
__________________I stayed hidden in the shadows pretty well, but I made a bit of noise so the leader turns around (we're still in the front room) and says, "Who's there? I know someone's in here." Now the reason I was so good at hiding and disguising was my use of a Chameleon Ring, so naturally I changed myself to look like a gargoyle and stepped out of the shadows; presenting myself. The leader asks what i'm doing in here and tells me to go back out and fight, I nod (not saying anything) and he walks away. I then proceed to stealthily follow him into a secret underground tunnel and learn that he is going to alert his superiors. The party caught up to me in that building, wondering how exactly I had escaped everything and learned where to go. Loved playing that rogue. |
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Myself, and a friend were invited to play 1rst edition D&D with his older cousin's group. They played every Sunday night. This was a big thing for us since we were only 14 or so and they were all say 19-22, or 23. I was playing an elven fighter/mage. This DM hated Elves, he thought they were way over powered, and just was determined to kill me. Anyway, the very first encounter I was ever in with the party, I drew my longbow to shoot some orcs as I recall, and I fumbled. I rolled low on the d100 and I had to roll my Dex. I had a 16 for dex, and I rolled an 18 so there I lay on the ground for 1d4 rounds, and ofcourse I rolled a 4. By the time I got up and actually got into the fight, I swung a few times and did very little damage, Then the unthinkable happened. I fumbled again, this time with a longsword, So I rolled the d100 for the Good hits, and Bad misses chart, and I cut my shield arm off. LOL, this guy had the worst luck ever, The funny thing is I wrote (left arm) on my character sheet in the possessions area. He made it to lvl 3 then got Cleaved by an Ogre, the poor guy. Anyway I went back through my folder years later and looked over his character sheet and saw where it said (left arm) lol, imagine what he smelled like walking around with a rotten arm in his backpack! Plus on top of all of this my buddies still bust my balls to this day about the elf with the worst luck ever.
Last edited by Armatus; 08-05-2012 at 10:56 PM. |
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