We happened upon the lair of a Purple Worm. Fighting it was quite an ordeal. After several rounds, we killed it. However, we had all taken massive damage and two party members had perished.
Within the piles of loot we discovered a Magic Ring that would grant one wish.
The second I heard the magic words, "I wish..." my heart stopped and I rushed over to stop the rest of the sentence from coming.
I was too late.
One of the party's Fighters had said, "I wish we'd never seen that thing."
We come upon the lair of the Purple Worm, but this time there’s a twist.
I was the DM for a mid-level campaign. The characters were all at level 10. I was having difficulties finding appropriate threats for the band of adventurers who were infiltrating a magical keep filled to the brim with Orcs.
At their level, Trolls and waves of Orcs were nothing to them. They had a Half-Ogre Barbarian of their own after all, not to mention a pudgy Human Wizard, a saintly Half-Elf Cleric, a heavily armored Human sword-n-board Fighter, and an annoying Dwarf Bard.
I had to pull out the big guns.
An Ogre-Mage with character levels in Monk assailed them. This was decided to be a credible threat to the party, who…
I joined a friend’s homebrew adventure and brought in my character Thock, the Half-Orc Barbarian with a good heart and one level of Bard for Perform Interpretive Dance. Many of the sessions went about as well as you could imagine with a character such as Thock involved. Hilarity ensued.
The most memorable moment (in fact, the one we still quote to this day) happened as we were trying to sneak into the Vampire-infested camp down in a small wooded basin. Thock passed a spot check to see a guard hiding up in a tree, ready to rain down arrow-ish terror upon us. Thock grabbed firm hold of the tree and began to shake the would-be…