I ran several Star Wars scenarios - If the players did a search check in the hangar bay on Hoth I read this:

A small holoprojector is on the ground, labeled “send home.” Upon activation, it plays: A young man bursts forth. He’s smiling, chest swelling with pride. He speaks, “Mom, dad! I can’t talk long, I’m off to fight for the Alliance! And get this, I’m to be Luke Skywalker’s gunner. Can you imagine that? Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebellion! He’s one of my heroes… and listen, I know you’re worried about me, but don’t be. I feel like I could take on the whole empire myself.”

Many manly tears were shed.

>>6791871

Yeah that wouldve done it for me.

:(

nWoD, mixed supernaturals game w/ 90% Werewolves. I'd established my character's father as an NPC in the game, big part of my character's life and mentor. Another PC was the mother of three children, one of which was Wolf-Blooded and probably would undergo First Change.

GM hands her a note during one session, after we'd had a big climactic combat with one of our many antagonists, and she takes me aside and tells me her son had killed my father while he was trying to help him undergo the First Change.

LOTR RPG.

A mates hobbit wizard going toe to toe with the Witch King in the middle of the Battle for Pellenor Fields and killing each other.

Manly tears were shed.

Warhammer RPG.

A companions Slayer ordering the rest of the party to stay out of his way and run and escape while he takes care of the Wyvern. After the battle cries had subsided we crept back into the cave to find him bitten in half, but still holding on to one of his axes which was embedded in its head.

A mighty death.

After working as mercenaries with an Imperial Guard unit, a group of Stormboys got it in their head that discipline equals snazzy uniforms, and wore, for Orks, rather sharp outfits, all matching (to a degree).

The rest of the warband mocked them for copying the humans, instead concentrating on the victory of the Nob Bikers. After the Imperial Guard was wiped off the board by a mass of traitor Space Marines, their allied Daemons stopped fighting, and a challenged was issued to the warband by the commanding Bloodthirster, for one squad, to stand against the best that the Daemon Warband had to offer. The Nobz took this challenge, of course, and killed the Bloodthirster, then a squad of Bloodcrushers, and a troop of Daemonettes attempted to backstab them, yet all of their attacks glanced off their armor, seemingly protected against the supernatural. After this, the Nobs declared themselves blessed by Gork and Mork, and the Ork Freebootas looted as much as they could before departing, leaving the planet to the remainder of the Daemons and the Traitor Marines.

Confident from their last victory, the boss led his boys to another system, where he heard the loot was great and the pickings easy. Another band of Nob Bikers joined them to add firepower and strength to their cause, temporarily, and they pushed forward towards the Imperial World.

>>6791825
My character was a brutish type; never spoke much, when he did it was either rude or blunt and inappropriate. Violent, cold and strict about getting paid. He didn't talk to the crew much, and was pretty much looked on as the asshole mercenary who they only put up with for his combat skill, cheap price and connections to the underground, getting weapons and intel shipped to various places for us.

Well, incidentally, my character died en route to a pickup spot when we got boarded by space pirates, and so people divied up the shippage and checked all the reports he had, just in case.

Inside, they found a letter, unmarked, with the following note (paraphrased and spellchecked for your convenience):

"Mommy and I got your last package. Thanks for the dolly! Billy and Kayla are doing fine, and my flu's gotten better since my last letter! I really miss you, but since mommy says you're off helping the Police (we were fugitives, smugglers and hitmen), I know you'll be home safe soon. Try to stop by next time you're in the system!
Love, Mary"

They made a sad.

>>6791980

When they got there, the world was scorched, and its cities were in ruins. Still, the boss of the Freebootas drove his forces into one of the cities, searching at least for something to make up for this trip to a world long dead.

While driving through the ruins, they came upon a meeting of two Eldar forces, who were having a clandestine meeting upon the ruins of that world, seemingly safe from interruption, the bands led by none other than Eldrad and Yuriel.

He did not know why the Eldar were there, nor did he care. They were merely panzies, and were there to be killed. The Trukks sped into the fray, a column between the ruins rushing towards the Eldar hovertanks. One disgorged a group of warlocks and both Eldrad and Yuriel, who took shelter in a makeshift barricade made from debris. The Nob Bikers, being the closest to them, roared into battle, while the troop of Stormboys, led by Zogdur, fell upon them from the sky.

It was a massacre.

I may have mentioned this one before, but eh.

Our party picked up this one kobold fighter, who became very strangely and very strongly infatuated to our sorcerer - a human female. He hung around with her a lot, defended her in battle, stuff like that, although none of us could ever even think what he was thinking of her, and he sure as hell never told her. At one point she received a bunch of flowers and a love letter from a "secret admirer", that actually started a sub-plot several sessions long when she just had to find out who had sent it for her. She didn't.

Anyway, at one point, we have this fight with the BBEG - one he would ultimately survive - and he strikes the sorcerer down and is about to give the finishing blow when, you guessed it, the little kobold guy stepped in. Evilguy mocks him about trying to protect someone even though it'll never be worth it, and, thinking he's not worthy to face him in battle, casually kicks him aside, with enough force so that he ends up crippled for life. The rest of the party intervenes before the BBEG can finish anyone off, though, and he's forced to flee.

So the sorcerer goes off to the poor guy, barely conscious, probably hallucinating. He says: "I know I just small... ugly guy... I know you deserve infinitely more than... I could ever give... so I understand if you not want to... be with me... but if you did, that would be..." Then he passes out.

Well, they're forced to leave him behind, for quite obvious reasons, but she promises him she'll come back, once the world is saved. Sadly, she can't keep good of that promise, because she ends up being killed by the baddie.

We're currently on a quest to get back alive to the guy to break him the news. We're fucking not going to fail if we have to go through the Nine Hells.

>>6792054

The Trukks exploded as lances of light pierced them, and the boys who lept out were cut apart by Harlequins, mocking them in their bright outfits until they were finally killed by Gorgob Gorstuf and the remnants of his Slugga mob, renowned in the band for his valiant attacks against the toughest of foes.

The Warboss sped in a one-Ork charge against the left flank of the Eldar band, scattering the hovertanks which zoomed away to avoid the brutal punishment his powerklaw would bring upon them. This allowed him to save Gorgob, who, with his boys, leapt into the only functioning Trukk and made a 'taktikal retreet', joined later by the Warboss Naruz Uzgul. This might have seemed unorky, but, the Warboss needed staunch supporters, ones who would not betray him, and Gorgob and him had a long history together, ever since the first coup which brought the boss into power when they split from their former Klan.

>>6791871
>>6791978
>>6791983
>>6792137
>Basically, the whole bloody thread

And I get the feeling it's only going to become worse.

>>6792137
Suddenly, epic questan to bring her back from the dead.

>>6792207
Indeed, death is cheap in D&D.

>>6792207
>>6792211
Well we're not very high level as of now. But it is all on our to-do list.

I'm thinking our eventual plans to bring a chick back from the dead and to fix one bad case of broken spine might take the best edge out of the story, though.

>>6792166

While the Trukk Boyz were dying, and the Warboss Naruz was speeding across the battlefield, the Nobz rammed into the warlocks while the Stormboyz pounced from their flank, standard ambushing tactics.

With unnatural grace the Eldar sliced apart the Stormboys until only the Nob and a boy stood, all that was left of the proud skwadd. The Nob Bikerz, both mobs almost untouched by the attacks, broke and ran at this carnage. The Warlocks and their leaders would have killed them too as they turned and fled, but with a mighty bellow, the Nob took his bosspole, and planted it in the ground, standing firm, glaring down all the Eldar there. He and his companion were soon killed, but the Bikers had their chance to reform.

Those loyal to Warboss Naruz finally did, but by the time they reformed, the battle was over, with the Boss and what he could save of his Trukk Boyz escaping from the wrath of the Eldar.

>>6792240

>I'm thinking our eventual plans to bring a chick back from the dead and to fix one bad case of broken spine might take the best edge out of the story, though.

If your DM knows his shit, her soul will be in a soul jar somewhere for some goddamn reason and that psychotic little kobold is going to lead the charge against the sorry bastard who has it.

>>6792297
And he's still on wheelchair.

This has all the building blocks for awesome.

>>6792245

Filled with vengeance, the Boss rounded up the Nob Biker mercenaries and killed them all. The other mob lived to see another day only for their previous victory, but they lost the respect that the rest of the warband had for them, and were again looked upon with suspicion by the Boss who later prepared for a coup from them.

After killing the Bikers, they lay low, waiting for the Eldar to depart from the city. When they returned to grab what wargear they could find, they saw the bosspole of the Stormboy Nob, still standing amidst the ruins, its banner flapping with the history of the Skwadd and the formidable foes they have killed, mocking all that they face (a short history, due to only fighting in one battle previously, but a history nonetheless). Underneath, lay the two Orks, with a scrawl left in Low Gothic for the Orks to read:

"They Died Standing."

The banner was recovered, and the Stormboy Skwadd that was reformed took the name Da Zogdur Skwadd after the last stand of the Nob who led the squad, and they always charged where the fighting seemed unwinnable, saving the warband numerous times.

>>6791980
>>6792054
>>6792166
>>6792245
>>6792334

Just a short bit of history about a small Freeboota warband.

I'm playing a character who's an artificer acting as the brains of a group of gun-ho adventurers. In our last major skirmish (taking down a royal family who had been replaced by Shape shifting asses) we lost a couple of our party. Much against my character's suggestions, we recruited my wife, an adventurer herself.

My character hated the idea of her coming along and has become a lot more combat in a sort of protective way - which is odd as a swordsage is pretty much capable of killing anything. For example, my character refuses to let anyone but himself heal her - he just doesn't trust them enough.

But at the same time, spurns her romantic advances, and recoils from her touch. He also spends all night reading every book he can under the influence of intellect boosters.

The reason? Several years, before my character became an adventurer, he was a stay-at-home scientist type, making magical items and researching. He'd fallen in love with a passing adventurer, who had shown him a slice of the freedom he had rejected in favor of his investigations. And they fell for one another. - utterly, completely. And they were married. She continued to adventure, and he continued his research, waiting for messages sent to him by his amazing adventurer wife.

>>6792355
And then they stopped. Utterly. No message could get through to her, no matter what enchantments and scrying the artificer could conjure. This wasn't the first time - she had been into anti-magic areas before, but it went on too long.

And then, about a month later, there was a knock at his laboratory door. There were the other adventurers, carrying his wife's scimitar, a gift he had made for her. She had fallen in battle with a mighty wizard and not even a scrap of her remained - utterly disintegrated. They could not resurrect her.

Enraged, he cast out the adventurers, his wife's friends and companions, many of which were hugely injured, some missing limbs. He cast them out and rejected all contact. And for years, he spent time reading, and reading.

And then he made his wife, sculpting her over months out of wood and metal - the only 'warforged' in a world outside of Ebberon. And he poured his soul and his memories into it. Every letter, every item she had sent was used to remake his wife.

But she isn't his wife. She's a perfect replication of his wife, as he saw her. And he can't handle it. She could be destroyed, and loose her again, but he can't handle that it's not her either.

And what's worse? She doesn't know, and can't understand why her loving husband is so distant.

I live in MANLY
http://www.visitmanly.com.au/

>>6792351

Yeah, I know, tl;dr.

>>6792297
>>6792332
You must do this. Inform your DM.

>>6791935
>hobbit wizard

LOTR DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY

>>6791935

Wait, Pippin=Wizard?

>>6792528
no, that was Merry.

>>6792528
>>6792532
They couldn't be a wizard anyway, seeing as ALL OF THE FUCKING WIZARDS ARE MAIA.

>>6792532

Oh, ok. I was confused there for a second.

Carry on.

>>6791871
This is about as soul crushing as you can get. Anyone else?

The party was falling to their doom.

The rogue clutched the sid of the mountain, grabbed the fighter who lost his grip after a few seconds but managed to secure his way to a ledge.

the wizard casted fly

Cleric and bard kept falling. the Bard and the cleric had a thing for each other (She was the definition of tsundere for the bard.)

Bard catches up to the cleric and casts his last fly spell he has memorized on her.

She can't hold him (past her max load) so the DM basically tells them that no one will be able to get to them in time, and that they only have a few seconds to roleplay while he clings to her hands, and his are slowly slipping away.

She desperatly pleads to him to hold on. He says it's no use, and if she tries to hold on, she will plummet as well. She cries out she doesn't care, she's not going to lose him.

He smiles at her, and says "If you love someone, then you will never truely lose them."

"Please, don't... don't...I love you. Please, don't go, I can't... no.. no." as she slowly loses grip, she screams out his name as he winks at her, smiling, as he slowly plummets to the depths below.


Back on the ledge, everyone else is just kind of dumb-struck. They slowly start recollecting themselves, the cleric hasn't said a word. The warrior pulls out a wine flask, and says a few words. everyone has a drink (cept for cleric).

The winds continue to blow and yet, carry a soft wind blowing tune...

one of his favorites...

The wizard remarks "it's as if the mountain sings his eulogy."

The party hears a soft thump as someone lands behind them, blowing on some pipes.

the cleric looks up only to see the bard finish his song, look up and say.

"what's wrong with you guys, did you lose something important? Well, we better go find it I suppose." with a grin from ear to ear.

(Bastard took a featherfall potion and used his ring of spider climbing.)

>>6791871


Maybe I'm not into Star Wars enough, but Luke never got shot down so, why is this sad?

>>6792951
wow what a dick move.

>>6792951

Tha's...tha's beau'iful...!

>>6793009
He did once. Beginning of Episode V.

>>6793009

Got shot down during the Battle of Hoth. He couldn't get his wingmate out in time, and an AT-AT crushed the vehicle with his wingman in it.

>>6793102
His harpoon gunner? I always assumed he was dead before the speeder hit the ground.

>>6792951
so... what did the cleric do to him?


describe in details please.

>>6792951
I'm sure that was uncomfortable to roleplay.

I guess I'm the only one who doesnt cry for fictional characters.

>>6793136
HOT RAPINGS is the obvious guess.

>>6793186
CONGRATULATIONS

THANK YOU FOR YOUR AMAZING INPUT. IT HAS UNDOUBTABLY ADDED VALUE AND CONTENT TO THIS THREAD.

>>6793197
Your response is more obnoxious and less valued in content.

>>6792951

In a diffrent campaign with the same DM and players, our characters came across a a family crypt with a small statue of the bard and he cleric holding hands gazing in each other's eyes.

at the base of the statue were the words,

"If you love something, you let it go, and if it ever manages to find it's way back to you, you know it's yours to keep."

>>6793197
Yes, it did add input and content. The poster has established that while everyone else in this thread feels an emotional connection to fictional characters, this is not a representation of the entire community and he is an example of that.
By the way, your capslock is broken.

Ok, me and four friends are playing as Royal Guard Captians for the current king and queen, who is RP by the DM and his gf, whenever she can.

One day, after many wacky and crazy sessions, the DM goes serious on us.

From atop the city walls one morning, we see a large dust cloud, the obvious signs of a VERY large warband. By sunset, the Capital City is surrounded by a circle of barbarians 2 miles deep. Lucky they had no seige weapons, but the guard wasn't large enough to fight these guys head on, and theres no way the Army could get here in time.

So, we do what any group of menly men would do. We four guard captians draw straws for the four cardnial directions. I take the northern side. Over the next two days we bravely hold the city agianst the entire barbarian army, but eventually we're pushed backed to the Throne Room.

The only people left alive in the city are us four captians, a couple of civilians we picked up as we retreated, and the King and Queen. We all know we're gonna die, so the King and Queen go into this whole lovely dovey stuff (remember, they date IRL)

Its kinda moving, but then the queen kisses the king emotionaly. When she backs away, the king falls, dead from the knife the queen had pushed into her husbands chest. Before we even can react to the kings death, she grabs the knife and stabs herself. As she dies in front of us, she says she "is ashamed of nothing"

Then the Barbarians bust in the door. We hold for a while, but eventually we're swarmed and cut down. Many manly tears of frustration were shed.

The bitch never even told us after the session was over why she killed the king.More tears of manly frustration

>>6793102

Wingman was killed before the crash, thats why he needed Wedge to take down the second AT-AT.

>>6793346

Great, now I won't be satisfied until I try this scenario out for myself.

>>6793346

Sir, the tale of your brave deeds shall be heard all across the land.

>>6793453
"I'll make you like me so much, that I'll tell you to kill yourself and you'll smile and comply!"

>>6793346

...

Cool story, bro.

But what happen to the civvies you brought with you? Were they just slaughter too or did they somehow play dead and make it out?

>>6793491
What do the civilians have to do with this? Not like some dirty peseants can play any role in a heroic epic such as this!

This is it? THIS IS ALL THE SOB-STORIES WE HAVE!?!?

Oh God-Emperor, how low we have fallen from your grace!

>>6793570
Do tell us a proper story, then. If even the ones we currently have, the ones you deem unworthy, are enough to make me feel sad, I am sure your awesome tale will get my tear-ducts flowing.

Anyone have the epic screencap of the level 7 paladin beating a level 20 epic orc?

>>6792951
HYES

>>6793699
I don't have the screen cap, but I believe I know what story that was.
The one with Paladin hired to protect a town single-handedly from an approaching army of orcs.
At first he sits in a forest popping off bow shots into the army, killing a few, but not drawing any attention.
Eventually he does get their attention, fighting ensues and he ends up against the warboss.
I believe there were a few blows struck before he takes a hard hit that drops him to almost dead.
He decides, "Fuck it, I'm going down, but I'm going down swinging."
Rolls 1.
Several times in a row.
DM checks the books and sees passage: "Player and adjacent target die."
Is that the one you mean?
I probably missed some details, I'm going on memory from at least a year ago.

Anonymous delivers.

>>6793873
Yes!
That's it.

>>6793873

>>6793873
wasn't that proved as a story of pure fiction like ages ago?

>>6793873

I, personally, like to imagine the Paladin as having paid the ultimate price for the safety of the mortal realms.

In my mind, a critical failure it is not. In my mind, he rushes in for his final clash with the orc--but before he reaches his opponent, he flips around, confusing his enemy. He rams his back against his foe, while simultaneously impaling himself--and the orc--on his blade, and smiling as darkness eats away at his vision.

He emerges in the afterlife of his God, shining, and is welcomed into his deity's hall as a true hero.

>>6794044
I imagine that his god is greatly amused by the accident, but is proud of his paladin. Paladin becomes an angel of his god and continues to try and grow strong to defend the little town of no consequence.

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>>6793873

>>6794032
IT'S STILL REAL TO ME, DAMMIT!!

Men don't cry, the bottle it up until they get liver cancer. Just because you faggot nerds try to excuse your eye watering as manly doesn't make it so.

In a super hero game I was playing a very ineffective and very determined evil genius who's entire reason for becoming a super villian was that he'd become one on impulse to SHOW THEM ALL!!! and couldn't back out of it as he couldn't do anything else.
Sure he enjoyed being evil, he enjoyed the trill of villany, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt anyone or to do truely bad, sick or twisted things and infact helped the heroes (anonymoursly of course) several times when some other BBEG over stepped the mark.
The thing was, he wasn't stupid, at one point one of the opposing BBEGs captured all the heroes and my henchwoman, at which point my PC burst in in a very, very lethal (In a 10 points = God Tier system it was a 15 point mech...That's sort of 'Take over Russia' level of power) and demanded the release of his Hench.

>>6793873
nothing has ever made me wanna play a game of dnd more than this. i am btw a huge fan of paladins. in dnd mostly, not so much other games.

>>6794316
He only had one real permanent henchpwerson, a female ex-super who had joined him because no one else would take her since she'd been part of a team that put a lot of villians away for life.
Now my guy was stupid, he was happy-go-lucky, he was childish and annoying and frustratingly proud and determined beyond all sanity...and she was the only person who actually cared if he lived or died, if only because he was paying her checks.
Eventually, he started taking evenings off villany to watch movies with her, when she went on holiday the lair that had once seemed filled with ideas seemed...empty...
Sure, she was snarky, sarcastic, she constantly put down his ideas and mocked his failure, she was violent and a million other things...but...she could be kind...she always got him out of jail and after a while stopped minding when the pay was late...because she knew he was scrimping and saving without any pay himself to pay her as much as he could.

>>6794370
Eventually, he comes to love her...and he doesn't know if she loves him.
And then he saves the world...not on purpose...but it happened.
And he finally gets the recognition he deserves, a medal from the UN! Universities lining up go make him a Scholar! Grants from the government!
And...he looks behind for a second before walking into his new future and sees that she's still standing there as he disappears into the distance...because you can only cross the tracks one way once...When you become a villian, you can't go back to being a hero...it's just not done.
And that shes crying...having never cried before infront of him...
He doesn't see her again for some time...his life becomes a whirlwind of glory and respect and fame and everything he ever wanted!
But it feels hollow...
Then one day he gets a message, she's been hurt by a team of Superheroes while trying to steal some stupid piece of equipment...

>>6794437
And he visits her in hospital.
And she's not the woman he remembers, those bruises...the lack of movement, he takes her hand and kissess it, telling her while she's in a coma that it'll all be alright...And the doctor tells him that theres a 99% chance that she'll never wake up.
And he drops off the edge of the world for a few months...just...disappears...gone, no messages, just walks out the hospital and disappears...Leaving millions of pounds in a trust to get her the best help he can get her.
And then the heroes get a warning, one of his old labs is back up again and something has been activated...
They get there, the entire place is dusty and empty, he hasn't even bothered to turn the lights back on. They go to the main room.
And that's where they find him, collapsed on the console 3 empty bottles of whiskey and a doomsday device tucked under his arm, it's not even activated, but it wouldn't of been enough to destory the world, it's been rewired so it would disintergrate the lair alone...
And next to it a picture of her, the only good thing in his entire messed up screw up of a life, the one time she smiled at him and he caught it on camera...
The entire place is filled with papers, millions of them, drawing upon drawing of machines poured out onto paper, ideas for machines that could save her, none that would work...
And a half finished message to them on the computer while whiskey lullaby played in the background, telling them he's sorry he's slipped back...but a world without her isn't a world worth living in...

>>6794492
After that day the spark was just...gone...from him, no more plots or inspiration...nothing...not for a long time.
He visited her every day though until she woke up...It took 2 years, 3 months, 1 week and 6 days...
But he visited her every day...and whispered to her every day that he would love her until he died...
After she woke up...they talked...and ended up on the straight and narrow, joined the super heroes...they never told her what he almost did when he almost lost her...
And they became heroes...it didn't have the exhiliration of being a villian...none of the fun or bad wrong enjoyment...
But they could be together...
And she always said he made a better knight in shining armour than a evil genius...

>>6791825
Just happened.

>Now for the bad news:

>Strauss get's promoted to first Lieutenant.
He also get's transferred to the 2nd Company of 3rd Division.

>WOLFGANG STRAUSS HAS LEFT THE PARTY

>>6794531
>>6794492
>>6794437
Too many fucking ellipsis, dude.

>>6794032
way I recall it was some guys claiming it to be fiction and then everyone believing it.

As far as I can tell it's legit.

>>6794316
>>6794370
>>6794437
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>>6794531
;_;

>>6794531
That was a suprisingly happy ending actually.
But how fucking depressing must the Whiskey Lullaby scene of been, I mean that song is really depressing on its own.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_W094IrnQao

>>6793873
I must now play a paladin.

a paladin who had a shitty life. but not matter how shitacular his life may become and how horrendously he fails. He will still do what he thinks is right.

because he is a mother fucking paladin.

>>6794316
This badguy sounds familiar...

>>6794801
Really? I've never heard anything like it.
Also, saved for awesome.

>>6794932
Thank's dude.
*Saved*

it's like.... that one blue guy from kim impossible

>>6794932
My god....epic.

Newfags don't know Drew the litch

>>6794932
Sounds familiar for some reason.