>>4919874
TWEEST! Death actually means that you have the choice about your final fate. He could ride with her for all eternity...

In one game with a somewhat cliche normal folks gaining powers theme, my character was a worthless bum loner type who became a new person through his powers and higher calling. Yeah, its been done a lot, but it was fun to play. However, at the final encounter, we all had to sacrifice our powers to defeat the enemy. They won, but my guy lost everything. Without his powers, he was just as worthless as before, and he went mad. I talked to the GM about it, and in the next campaign, my character had become the new BBEG, desperately attempting to regain his powers by any means necessary, dealing nearly as much damage as the previous big bad. The other PC's from the old campaign functioned as the new PC's mentors, and the scene where my old character finally died was at the same time really sad, but really awesome.

I had a priest in the middle of a zombie infested city. This guy had been through so much shit and survived, including a near total party wipe (he was the sole survivor). Finally, the party gets to the roof of a hospital and the priest, high out of his mind on morphine, bursts through the stairwell into the sights of a waiting gunship. He managed to scream "I CAN SEE THE LIGHT" before critically failing his dodge roll and being completly annhilated by explosive shells.

In our campaign, we discovered that the BBEG, a sleeping eldritch monster, had created false people and beings as it started turning in it's sleep. Some served it and tried to bring about it's resurrection, others rejected or were unaware of what they were.

Turns out two of our PCs are these false people, and our back story and our whole lives were lies made from fragments of memories of people long dead. We had a bit of angst about that, but we kept going. Not long after that we find out that the only way to insure the worlds safety is to kill this thing, and if we do that all the false people are gone. No death, no mind-wipe, no rebirth or anything. Body, mind, soul, gone forever.

bump for epicness

>>4920029

For a while we have NO idea what to do, but at last, with the situation getting worse we press on, saying "hey, we'll think of something." At last we kill the crazy Sorcerer trying to restore the beasts strength, and fighting down a VERY weakened BBEG, we had a choice to make.

The other false-person PC died in the final fight, so he's gone. But my rogue girl was still alive. (I play a female every 4th story or so.) The BBEG is down but not out, we can't kill it by normal means. We have to drive this dagger into the near-dead body and that does it.

We're all kinda quiet, the the Paladin start saying how "I bet there is another way to do this, we don't have to take the obvious rout."

My character thinks about this for a moment, and says simply "Yea, fuck that."

"Stop dragging your feet, we ALL know how this will end. If there was another way, we would have found it by now. Lets not drag this out..."

I then revealed that the sacred dagger in question was in my possession. I had nabbed it in secret via passing notes to the DM. I had also walked up to the BBEG as I talked. So there I am, holding the dagger right next to the BBEG, looking at all those stunned faces.

I buried a plot-ending dagger up to the hilt in the BBEG's forehead by JUMPING on it (just because I could) while a "FUCK YEA!" look was plastered on my face.

The term everyone is grasping for is Sawesome.

Sad and Awesome.

>>4920029
>>4920160

Your DM likes FF10...

But because of how sawesome that sounds, he is forgiven.

I've posted this before, but its a good'un.

Long story short, our party finally defeated the BBEG lich, but couldn't kill him permanently due to a curse on his phylactery, which would utterly obliterate the soul and existence of the person who destroyed it. No resurrection, no return, no afterlife. We sealed it instead, but the Lich cursed us to lose the thing we held most dear. The wizard became senile, the cleric lost the faith and favour of their god, while the Paladin was forgotten. He was just a kid who'd heard tales of stories when he was young, and decided to become a paladin, to be a hero. He'd made it, and was known and famed. But, the curse undid it all. All the good he'd done was lost or forgotten, and no one knew his name.

We went back to the lich, unable to bear it, willing to undo the seal in return for our most important things. We all bowed down... then the Paladin stood up, and plunged his holy sword straight through the phylactery, and died, utterly forgotten, his entire life essentially lived in vain. One of the most noble people in history, martyred, and no one even knew his name. Epic Sawesome.

Bump for more sawesome.

>>4920387
Manly tears right there.

Oh man, I had this one Paladin. We were defending the city from an invasion. It has an inner and an outer gate, and the outer one was breached. The party mostly agreed that we would just get ourselves killed if we stood and fought them head-on, but as we ran for the second gate, my Paladin split off, saying he would meet them up ahead.

The outer wall still has solders and civilians in it, and I'm NOT leaving them. With the use of some flammable material, I create a bottleneck on a major street, and I hold the line for 13-fucking-rounds.

My last words are "Sorry guys, guess I'm meeting up with you farther ahead then I thought."

OP what is your pic from?

>>4922247
Pearl Jam - Do the Evolution.

>>4922247
Music Video for Pearl Jam, iirc. Can't remember the name.

>>4922271
>>4922270
thanks

>>4922270
exceedingly underrated video/song too.

Getting brought back as a death knight after a noble sacrifice. It was pretty awesome.

We had a party, consisting of a paladin, a cleric, a rogue and a wizard. They'd stumbled onto a curse woven into a set of paintings - any time anyone in the party laid eyes on one of the paintings, they would disappear as soon as no one was looking at them. The painting was of a single room, no exits, nothing. Each time the party was lost in a painting, the duration of their stay would double. First 2 hours, then 4, etc. Time passed quickly in the room - so 2 hours in the room was almost half a day.

Oh hi

http://www.legit.dk/index.php?id=73
This bit loops beautifully.

>>4922465

Eventually, we get up to the 48 hour mark and we start getting desperate. The cleric (a priest of vengeance/balance/eventual equality) uses divination to discover that the curse can be lifted from the party, forever, if someone dies within the room. He stands up, takes a dagger from the rogue and says, "This will all even out in the end. My soul will go to my lord in exchange for your lives." He then slits his throat and drops dead, right then and there. The DM then tells us that the room consumes his body and soul, spits out the entire party and prevents him from ever being united with his god.

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>>4922483

The paladin then goes on a 2 year long quest to acquire the seed of the divine and find a way back into the room so that she might resurrect the cleric. She manages to get back into the room and perform the ritual to resurrect the cleric's soul.

The cleric is restored to life, mentally incapable of performing any tasks. 2 years have passed outside the room - he's been in the room for what seems like (to him) over 17,000 years. The paladin, shocked and stunned, can do nothing except bring him to the chapel where he was trained, and leave him in the care of those of his faith.

>>4922502

Unable to thank him, and unable to repay him, the paladin still toils to this day, trying to find some way to restore the cleric to his former self. She will not rest until he has found the equality he so zealously fought for.

>>4920387
So he killed himself but did it before unseniling the Wizard and re-faithing the Cleric?

>>4922271
>>4922270
So THAT'S where this happy fellow came from!

>>4922516

And then everyone didn't hate paladins. good story.

My group consists of a decent optimizer, his brother, who's just like him, except younger (with all the little changes that brings), the guy who plays a bard always, and plays it like a rogue, always; and the guy who's a furry, he always plays female catfolk, even after I got after him, saying that there was no reason for it, he defended himself by saying that he better connects with female characters.
Anytime anything of any interest happens, the guy that plays catgirls decides to blow it out of proportion: One person killed half the enemies that encounter? He's a death machine capable of slaughtering millions. So nothing sawesome happens because I wouldn't be able to bear him yelling about how awesome it is for a week.

Over the course of a 9 year or so campaign, we finally reached the end. My wizard who had become a fatespinner in an attempt to alter his and others destiny realizes that in doing so he sealed his own. By tampering with an artifact known as the codex of time, he created an anomoly that threatened the existence of their world. This anomoly was another version of my mage, attempting to prevent a greater evil and grow in power to prevent it from awakening. This 'evil version' and myself could not co-exist.

Fighting in the city of doors (not sigil), a place in the center of time and space, was the only place we could end our existences. My party and I were able to defeat him but I was then forced with the difficult decision...

I had to either become this evil version of myself, as he had altered events in the world so drastically it would cause a paradox if he did not. Ie, I had to become what I had fought against for 9 years and hated most...

Or, my mage would have to remain behind in the city of doors, alone and immortal for eternity, his good deeds and actions forgotten, re-written as if he never existed. Acererak would remain in his tomb of horrors, ancient dragons and mind flayer empires, power hungry artifact seekers would have the potential to run amuk. The woman he loved would most likely end up dead.

With a heavy heart, he remained behind at the city of doors to ensure the safety of the world, knowing he made the right decision but left to watch things unfold beyond his control, for eternity.

>>4922586

Playing a catfolk = Potentially Furry
Playing a character of a gender not your own = Potentially gay

Being a man playing a female catfolk of a cutely ignorant catgirl personality = Furfag.

>>4923182
>I'm a repressed homosexual and I like dogs.

Did a campaign in 3.5 where one of the PCs, a wizard, transformed himself into a lich and became the BBEG. My PC was one of the few survivors in the fight with him (two other PCs died). Twenty years later, my new PC in a new campaign (son of my PC from the older campaign) finds out this lich is still alive, his phylactery stored in the head of his dead mother (his mother having been killed by the lich). In order to destroy the lich for good, he has to destroy his mothers head. Every blow he deals the head, however, does damage to himself.

Over the course of five rounds, my character killed himself destroying his and his father's worst enemy.

>Playing a character of a gender not your own = Potentially gay

Yeah, that one just doesn't make any sense.

I have one that probably isn't that great, but I love it.

We had just finished our first dungeon crawl, and headed back to town. While we were sleeping, zombies invaded town. Luckily, one of us had heard it, and woke the group. We all grabbed our weapons, and headed for a pier so we could bottleneck our foes a bit better.

It didn't work.

We spent a fair amount of time mowing down zombies, but they kept coming. No only were we not making a real dent in their numbers, but stronger undead enemies kept pouring in. Suddenly, these massive zombies show up, and the paladin calls for retreat. The group rushes into a nearby house, and the paladin notices a trap door. He stands and fights the zombies, holding them back, and yells at everyone to get into the basement, and that he cannot let himself retreat if he's not sure that everyone's safe.

Everyone rushes downstairs, and the second everyone else is in this basement, he slams the trapdoor shut and bars it with his weapon, without having gone through it, and draws his backup weapon and keeps fighting until he finally succumbs to the hoard.

The warlord of the group, who had been his close friend since childhood, angsted a bit, but there was nothing that could really be done.

The group travelled through a series of caves that happened to be just past this broken wall in the basement.

The group gets caught in a tricky encounter, and everyone is fighting for their lives. Suddenly, in a Big Damn Heroes moment, the paladin rushes in and starts ripping shit up. The warlord is just ecstatic that her friend is alive.

Continued from >>4923359

The group adventures through the caves, and eventually find their way out, and find another town. They all decide to rest. The paladin and the warlord decide to go out during the night, and catch up with each other.

So the two are talking, and the warlord says "We all thought you were dead."

The paladin turns to her and says "But...I am dead." Suddenly, his face starts melting off, revealing a Death Knight, who attacks her.

And all my players, except the one I had controlling the doppelganger, just start going "WHAT"

Modern Day Monk Character raised in a small isolated monestary.
He was a nice guy, really kind and belived that everyone deserved a second chance, but also suffered depression due to a really bad Childhood (He was an orphan as his mother died in Childbirth and his father then went and jumped off a waterfall and that was the happiest thing that happened to him, yeah.)
Anyway, during the RP the apocalypse happens because he manages to get himself sent to another dimension (which was basically hell.) and his Girl friend who is a demon goes totally insane and destroys everything.
He gets back as fast as he can but it's too late. So he fights his way to the giant Floating castle she's hiding in and fights his way past the guards (BTW, he was a pacifist and every wound he dealt to anyone tormented him like hell. And he was killing and murdering left, right and centre to try and stop the apocalypse.) Eventually he gets there and has to murder his own Demonic Formed Girl Friend to stop her because she belives he's a fake and this would of been what he wanted.
After he killed her (With his bare hands) he finds out that it wasn't her in the first place but some insane demon that belived it was her and she'd killed herself the second she thought he was dead.
Struggling with this anguish he then manages to find the prision of the only person in the world who can manipulate time and take this all back to before it happened, he's stuck inside a Giant Magic Gem that's being used to power the Ship.

>>4923470
Goes in, every gem has a smaller replica of itself inside it that needs to be broken with a certain type of weapon to release the prisioner. He has the weapon, gets inside and realizes there's no Gem inside.
The person, who is an old PC, comes out the shadows and tells him, the gem is implanted in his chest, in the middle of his heart, it's a trap and he's going to have to die to break the Gem.
Now the worst part is the PC knew how to do surgery, but he'd left his tools beack at the HQ thinking he wouldn't need them. The Old PC say's he has to die for things to become right and draws a sword on him, at which point without a flinch the PC drives the sword through his own heart, not even blinking.
He almost instantly bleeds out, the old PC gives him his energyand life force to let him live and the old PC is one of his greatest heroes. He manages to live though. Everything else gets back to normal though.
Oh, and he got cursed while trying to save the world, just as a bonus.

>>4923488

So now he has to deal with:
The curse
Having been indirectly responsible for the deaths of 99.99% of the world's population.
The death of his Girl friend.
The death of everyone he ever knew.
Having killed hundred when he's a pacifist
The death of his greatest Idol and of course
The fact he's still nearly totally alone in the world, an orphan, was used as a medium for autowriting some of the most depressing lives in history (At the monestary.), his sister died when he was 6 (killed by lightning while pushing him out of the bolt's path, she was a Oracle) and about 30 other tonnes of Bad, tragic and generally depressing Crap.

Oh, and he's still the most Charming Bad Ass PC we've ever had and has never, ever angsted about all of this, just faced it with a tired smile and a promise to do what he can, he performed open head surgery in hell while he was there to save a Demon from having to spend an eternity torturing people, yeah, he's that kind of kind, everyone is worth the risk. Awesome.

>>4920387
Manly tears ;_;
And the way I interpreted the curse, not just his name would be forgotten, but his deeds as well. No one would know who killed the lich. They would only know that it is now dead. They wouldn't know who the dead man lying there was, or what he did.


;_;

>>4923470
>>4923488
>>4923495
Cool Story bro.

No wait, no it wasn't. It was just emo angst bullshit.

Don't dilute the awesome of this thread with your 12 year old shenanigans.

>>4919874
seconded.

>>4920387

Good stuff. That's how all paladins should be roleplayed.

Never Forget ;_;

I was some sort of construct bodyguard with faultless loyalty for my Dungeon Master’s PC (Secretly a necromancer tyrant in training). Apparently - I was a gift to her on her 10th birthday. Our venture into a fallen lich lord’s mansion reveals a seemingly endless library worth of dark secrets and ‘how to conquer the world - for dummies’ books. She was practically drooling over the wicked contraptions and spells which raised suspicion in everyone save for her ‘robot samurai’. We hadn’t encountered much in the line of enemies, but there were many spike traps that the party volunteered me to set off whenever she wanted to look inside a rigged chest or vault. I was a mechanical pin cushion by the time we were being chased by hordes of undead down the longest escape corridor imaginable.

>>4923689
My master was the only one to object, as I turned to halt the stampeding hordes in the 5ft wide square at the hall’s center. My construct broke his robotic like character for the first time, as he shouted at the party to take the ‘princess’ to safety. They were being particularly douchey this campaign, so one of them -“Well excuuuUUuuse me princes” and threw her over his shoulder. She vowed to return for me as the moans of the undead and the sounds of my swords faded behind them.

>>4923700
I asked to create a new character, but the DM told me that this story was nearly over. Later that day -Uncharacteristically angry about her fallen bodyguard, she blows her cover and attacks the party with a new list of dark magic. She fried two of them before they managed to kill her and pull of the mask revealing that she was a lich the entire time (big surprise - no not really). Some time later - My construct creaks back to life amongst the pile of cadavers. Evidently he was the lich’s phylactery, and now the two of them stood as one in their new base of operations.

We’re supposed to pick up on this world’s story later with new characters.

Spoiler - BBEG is a possessed construct.

A character of Mine literally died standing after fighting off an Orc attack, and made the orcs afraid to attack again.
there more to this story but this is the Manly part

Sooo.... Sawesome story, hunh?

Well, I was playing a Paladin who had a pretty long string of bad luck with groups he got into. The first disbanded because they never trusted each other, the second was wiped out save for him and the cleric, and the cleric was scared shitless due to almost getting completely bitched, and his third group was captured and sold into slavery, which he was separated from them and managed to escape, although he could never find the others.

Now, with his 4th group, we are investigating the a town where there are coordinated undead/zombie attacks starting at midnight, and lasting for half an hour, stopping for an hour, going another half hour, stopping for two, etc. until dawn.

In the first encounter, The party of five (Paladin, druid, Cleric, Rogue, and Ranger) are handling business all well and good in front of the inn, when a giant evil nasty hugedybig Black Dog thing comes wading through the zombies and smack into me. I start fighting it, the ranger and druid run for it (not into the inn, but back up the street towards the temple). The cleirc and rogue follow suit, and since my back is turned and I am preoccupied with the dog, I don't follow. They run into a horde of zombies. Right as I am about to get pwn'd, 12:30 hits. The monsters disappear. Meanwhile, my party has gotten devoured by the zombie hordes.

So... maybe group 5 I'll be able to keep together for more than a few days? ;_;

>>4923605
Nope, no emo angst at all in it. The guy played it totally straight and very well to be fair to him.

>>4923782
Sorry kid. We're not buying it. It was emo crap.

It was so emo, it had a halo with devils horns on it, and it's haircut was nothing but bangs falling into mascara'd eyes. The hands brushing the hair out of the bloodshot, weeping eyes are covered in a hatchmark of slim, light scars, save for the two large, jagged ones marking where it tried to kill itself.

>>4923810
Yeah, because apparently actual bad Shit happening to the PC and them dealing with it, not angsting is Emo. You know, because coping with things like your girl friend killing herself is about as emo as you can get
As oppose to you know 'I didn't get some Tickets to a concert Baww'.
Herp Damn Derp.

>>4923495
>>4923488
>>4923470

...This just seems, well, silly. Nothing particularly badass or notable or even sad. Its not so much the content as the writing style though. In the hands of someone whose better at telling stories, it might work, but from this short summary it just sounds kinda dumb and boring.

>>4923861
The thing is, that story was so freaking over the top moronic it all looked like a fanfic written by a 14 year old girl with a nickname like xxxgOthIk_DeMon_aNgElxxx

>>4923861
hey there emo Buddy what's with the Random Capitalisation of words?

>>4923470
>>4923488
>>4923495
Why does this reek so heavily of bullshit?

>>4923887
I was wondering if I was the only one who thought that.

>>4923861
Maybe if the person writing it wasn't 12 years old, it could look better.

As it is, it's "OMG and then after having to kill his DEMON FORMED GIRL FRIEND with his BARE HANDS (he's a monk, what, would he kill her with a bread knife?) OMG it turns out she wasn't dead and I totally read Romeo and Juliet in class today guys. Then he has to go fight a wizard in a flying castle and "

GOD!

SHUT.

UP.

>>4923752
You sure you're not sucking your DM's dick?

>>4919874
I fucking love that track

"Why? COZ IM A NEOCON BABY!"

The best part about >>4923470, >>4923488, and >>4923495 are the responses to it.

And the potential that some emokid is cutting themselves to Lincoln Park right now, since people on the internet are making fun of their DEEP STORY.

>>4923941

I wish more emokids actually would go through with it and end themselves. They need to stop whining about it all the time. I've been suicidally depressed, and its tough, but its a do-or-die thing. or... a do and die thing, whatever. I just get irritated every time some whiny fucker talks about killing themselves. If you're really suicidal, do something about it. If you aren't, then stop belittling the Real problems some people face.

>>4923470
>>4923488
>>4923495


This story sucks.

I feel that this thread is worthy of the exploits of at least one of my first party, in game known as the dragon slayers (hokey? yes. cheesy? obviously. fitting? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT WAS). what one must understand first consists of several facts:
#1 It was our DM's first time DMing.
#2 We played gessualt cherectors: 2 classes, at once. no xp penaltys, you get the benifits of both, the bette set of saves between the two and gain a levle in both at once when you levle.
#3 there was no point at which the campaign was not completely ridicules.
I was the dwarven battlerager (fighter barbarian), for the benifit of those who do not know what a battlerager is its a dwarf in REALLY spikey armor. the fight by tackling what they want to kill and wriggling. and the only type of bath they ever take is a blood bath. A perticularally famus battlerager, Thibbledorf Pwent, wore a helmit with a 2ft spike on it, he used it to pike things. His best friend was the half ork berserker, Thog.

my next post will contain some of my crowning moments of awsome.

>>4924075
And for the love of god, some spellcheck...

>>4924075
Please, no need to.

We already know you're 10 and new to the game. And you REALLY don't need to explain things to us.

>>4924075
In my first real battle i got there late. by the time i joined in all that was left was the hydra. you see we were in a city under sige by a lych after the eye of vecna (uber artifact) he already had the hand of vecna (if you have 'em both you become almost god like). by the time it was my turn to i already had a nut job plan formulated. I loaded myself into the nearest balisti and told the guys operating it to fire it at the hydra. i had in my hands two flascs of alchemists fire. luckily the guy didnt miss. the balisti broke but i had successfully stuck myself to the hydra. my turn ended. next i delt the hydra its killing blow by throwing the alchemists fire at and pushing my self off in the same smooth motion. Thog called me out for kill stealing :)
next attack i tackled my way through an earth elemental and "disarmed" a monk. after that a wave of black dragonkin was sent at us. i took on three at once. i speared the middle one on my helmet and used it (still flailing and screaming) to block its kins blows. did i mention that i started to rage at some point in there? well i ran out of enemies and had to start on party members. luckeley there was a wonderful meshing of weebo, twink, and rulzlawyer trying to role an intimidate check on a regeing barbarian who could only see his knees down. he wasted a nat 20 on that, tryed to tell the DM it worked and got very lucky a second time when i missed his shins.... will continue next post.

>>4923941
>Licoln Park
I AM LAUGHING WAY TOO HARD AT THIS

>>4924075
>my next post will contain some of my crowning moments of awsome.

Stop right now.

This thread isn't about Awesome. It's about TRAGIC AWESOME, also known as SAWESOME.

Also, don't try and explain things to us kid. We were playing when you were still in your pappy's balls.

>>4924075
Obvious troll is obvious.
Saging dying thread.

>>4924219
>>4924075
I refuse to believe this is anything but a troll. I don't even play D&D, but I've hung around on /tg/ enough to recognise some of the shit that seems to show up that irks people, such as the Vecna stuff.

>>4924216
>>4924168
I apologize on all fronts, Ive become accustomed to explaining things to people/I got excited. that campaign was my first, I'm into my third and i admit readily that I have a lot to learn, if you do not wish for me continue I shall quit whilst i am ahead. I blame the Google chrome spell checker for the horrible spelling.

>>4924259
Google DOES tend to fail at spelling and translation.

It once thought that "Handicapped Parking Spot" translated into French was "Montréal".

>>4924259
>I blame the Google chrome spell checker for the horrible spelling

i blame the schools.

>>4924259
>I blame Google

I blame you being too lazy to actually proofread your shit.

>>4924293
>>4924303

Really? I blame him being 11 years old and having ADD.

I just blame him for ruining this thread of sawesome.

thank you, one and all. You have succeeded at making me feel like shit for fucking up.
>I blame him being 15 years old and having ADHD
why, thank you for pointing that out, too bad i already knew.

You all are well within rights to call me out for being new and stupid. I'll be leaving now, don't worry I'll stop posting.

>>4924292
I laughed out loud

>>4924533

And nothing of value was lost

>>4924533
Hooray!

I propose a celebration

Modern campaign played with Dark Heresy engine,
I played this asshole bounty hunter guy. I wrote the back material for him in a way that GM could pick random events and grudges against me, ie I didn't know about this event myself, even as a player.

Okay so, years go by jadajadajada, and my character is on a another case in South Africa (Rest of the group and my 'hunter were looking for a lost artifact that has something to do with Bermuda Triangle..). It's raining like hell and he's returning from a bar to his rented hut, when he gets shot.

Three hits (Leg, leg, torso) and amazing damage rolls later, guy's disabled and goes down.
Mind you that our GM always rolls openly, so this wasn't just him trying to fuck me up.
So he's down and coughin blood. He turns to his back to see who's the bastard who finally got him.

There stood a young black woman in a business suit. She was standing, visibly shaking and holding a smoking pocket-pistol, her face a mask of horror.
She drops the gun and hurries to him.
She tries help him and starts to cry when she fails to staunch the bleeding.
''No, no, please god, what have I done! No!''

Suddenly he remembers her; Years ago he had to kill a couple who tried to steal some papers from a local company. He attacked their car when they were trying to flee and killed them both. A little girl, maybe seven years old cried besides her dead parents. He shot the girl in the chest and left.

Girl survived and after all this time, she had found the man who had haunted her dreams for over ten years. And he was walking in the street she lives in!

He grabs the girl's hand and stops her.
''Please don't cry. Please... Don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, just leave me.. and flee. I'm so sorry.''
Then he dies.

Later I used her as a character cause she had to flee the police of course.

>>4924634
Thank you for getting the thread back on topic, and having a Good example.

Cheers.

>>4924634
Aw shit, I'll explain the shooting better:
with a combined minuses from the darkness, not having the talent for pistols, she ended up throwing with BS 0.
GM rolled 01 which is of course a hit, but we have a house rule that says 01 means that all shots hit.

Thats it, next time I play DnD I am totally going to put my girlfriend in my background and then demand the DM put her in there. Cause yeah, your DM is going to give you a RP girlfriend.

>>4924634
Gah! Sorry for the horrible grammar. English is not one of my strong points and I am quite intoxicated right now.

My dragon blood was sent as a diplomat to a Aloar Anathema that was taking over part of the south. He was captured, and tortured and broken for 3 months IC.
The ST dropped bac to it for about 2 of our 7hrs session. Going into details ( much like 1984 and Sheridan in season 4 of babylon 5).
It was awesome and possibly the most emotionnal gaming I've been though. I was shaken for a day or two afterwards as the campaign had been fairly light and fluffy. He knows I love GRIM DARK!

>>4924723
Honestly, after the last two people, I don't think anyone noticed. The mere fact that you're NOTICING it and apologizing makes you that much better.

>>4924533
No. No! NO! NO NO NO NO NO!!! Don't go! We're SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

You don't have to announce that you're leaving, broseph.

>>4924896
I'm not your broseph, dude.

>>4925006
I'm not your dude, boy.

>>4925012
I'm not your boy, son.

Ebberon. 3.5 A barbarian. My barbarian. Human. Also part Fighter...and Fortune's Friend, because he was a lucky ass barbarian.

The group was a gnome bard, kobold rogue/ranger/artificer, Warforged Fighter, and Human Warmage. The bard hated my character so much. She would kill me if it wasn't for the fact I'd wipe the floor with her.

A castle. Creepy old place. We've been on the tail of the necromancer BBEG for a while. We had a feeling that this place was special.

We smash through a few doors after my barbarian had a near fatal experience with some giant moles. Kept alive only with his luck and also some action points, he was pissed.

We find some rotting corpses in a jail...the kobold touches one. It springs to life and lunges for his jugular, but misses. The bard used cure on it and killed it in one hit.

Me and the fighter bust down doors and mangle the bars to use as spears. We mutilated the corpses even before they moved. They probably weren't even alive.

We would of delved deeper, but we had to leave. We had gotten new information on the necromancer, as in what we came there for, and knew the general direction to head in.

We get back on our airship. We're in the skies. We fly northwest for days and days...and eventually come across this town in flames. The flames are gathering towards a big center in sky, almost a circle.

In the middle? The airship of the necromancer. The kobold spreads his wings and flies off to check this out. The bard activates her flying boots and goes after him. My barbarian and the warforged hop into the Deathtrap, a sky coach from my character's introduction that he landed from and the kobold and I converted into a mini battleship. The warmage stayed on the ship.

The kobold is looting things from the ship. The bard is telling him to get the fuck out. I drop the fighter on the ground and tell him to go help townsfolk. I crash the Deathtrap into the hull of the airship.

I get out, rage, and grab my battleaxe! I see the necromancer. I charge! Here it is. The big moment! The kobold escapes right before the fiery circle reaches him. I charge right into it in a blind fury.

Cold. So...cold. Frozen! I'm frozen! The BBEG speaks. "You want to...stay? I guess you'll have to...earn your stay."

I am hauled off to a prison. So disorienting. Battle. Rage. Foes fell at my blade. Their blood...so satisfying. Tied up. Break free. Break a neck. Thrown in another...sturdier jail. I climb the stone walls in insanity. Hungry...so hungry...still cold...

Rotting...rotting...awakening.

I lunge at the throat of a kobold.

>>4924896
He probably left to weep in the "Mah parents divorced, stat me. ;-;" thread.

GOD I hate summer.

>>4925025
>kobold rogue/ranger/artificer

>>4925032
Wat.

>>4925032
Wait, WINGS?

>>4925067

Some feat or some other.

>>4923470
>>4923488
>>4923495
Emo!Mary sue

>>4923381
I love it.

>>4923470
>>4923488
>>4923495

Everything about that was dumb. I'm glad I'm not in your role-play group.

>>4925087
>>4925125

We’re past this terrible person’s terrible post. Do not try to drag this thread down again.

>>4925160
Sorry bro. I just got here and made that last post the second I read that story. I was delighted to see the rest of you fatties have the same reaction.

Way back we were playing an Inquistor campaign with a few house rules to make it more like a PNP game. One of my characters was a grizzled old guardsmen who smoked lho-sticks like a chimney. His backstory was that on the day he got paid off from the Guard he managed to get himself contracted to an female undercover Inquisitor after losing his leaving payment in a cardgame. He hated the bitch as he was dragged around as part of his retinue, game after game in this campaign as the Inquisitor investigated heretic activity in the underhive of this hiveworld. Once or twice he even came to blows mid game with the inquisitor.

But on the final game of the campaign game the GM put the retinue up against far too many heretic characters for them to really have a chance. Still they fought their way inside the heretic's facility, located the an old power generator set it to overload, seized the xeno-bioweapon the heretics had planned to use on the hive and against the odds dispatched the last few minions of the heretic leader. They thought they were home and dry. Until the plague zombies arrived...

kobold rogue/ranger/artificer

Turns out the GM had planned it this way all along. the bio-weapon was a fake, The generator was actually warp-tainted and opened a gateway to one of Nurgles realms. There were plague zombies and mutant heretics everywhere. The Adeptus mechanicus character was torn apart by three plaguebearers. The unlucky arbites enforcer had her face bitten off by a rabid mutie. Soon it was just the guardsmen and the Inquisitor left. As they made their fighting retreat though a mutie got lucky with his stubber and cripled the guardsmens legs. The Inquistor is desperately trying to keep the chaos scum at bay whilst dragging him towards the edge of the board when suddenly he admits he'd loved her all along and had thrown the original card game on purpose. turns out she reciprocates the feeling, He tells her to leave him, which tearfully she does and propping himself up against a large metal tank he covers her retreat.

Facing the oncoming horde alone he suddenly realise the enemy has stopped shooting at him. Surrounded by the enemy, the first plagues sores beggining to form on his exposed bits of skin, the BBEG, comes over and starts to gloat. And then he sees it. The guardsmen is sitting in a puddle of promethium pouring from the large fuel tank just behind him. With a final 'for the emperor...' he lights the lho-stick already on his bloody lips, igniting himself, the enemy and then the tank behind him, which explodes with enough force to destroy the generator and thus ending the nurgle plot.

At the end of the game we just sort of stood around feeling stunned how epicly the campaign had ended.

>>4925390

Actually, she's a pretty good roleplayer. And her kobold has this funny awkward love thing going on with the bard.

>>4925518
>kobold
>love with gnome

God Dammit, Karl.