So yes, even at 50 I enjoy playing Dungeons and Dragons with my wife, son and a good group of friends. We meet up about once a week and game. We've
run many campaigns with different characters and different DMs.
Our latest adventure has us playing some low level (4th) characters. We thought it would be fun as we'd just got done doing a campaign with some epic
level 30 characters. Nothing like suddenly having a character that if it sneezes wrong will die.
Beginning of this week, we sat down and we thought the night would be pretty normal.
Wrong....we were horribly wrong.
First, a little background:
When we play, we use a fumble chart, with a roll on the d20 of 1 being a fumble. There is no "official" fumble charts with D&D 3.5 which is what we
play. Instead, we have the fumble as a house rule and a homebrewed fumble chart. Makes the game more interesting, instead of just saying you missed if
you roll that 1.
Well, we shall forever call the other night "Night Of The Fumbles", as it seemed lady luck had abandoned us, and the fumbles came out of the wood
We ended up running into a Corrupter of Fate.......never fought one of them....and I never want to fight one again.
I'll let my dwarven fighter Blaleck tell you about it......
As the evening deepens a pair of tired travelers walk into a crowded inn. After getting a couple of mugs of ale, they look for a place to sit, seeing
only a spot at a table where a rather grumpy looking dwarf is. Wanting to get off their feet, the travelers shrug and sit down at the table. The dwarf
grunts a greeting, then begins talking to them:
"What's this now? Couple of travelers? Didja come from the north or south? South isn't? Headed North? Ah ye don' want to be headed that way, most
of the towns along the way have been burnt to the ground. Hellfire Wyrm is on the loose up there. I was part of a group sent to deal with the
"What's that? No....no I'm afraid we didn't take the beast out. In fact, we never got close to the beast. We met something worse along the way.
"Oh I see your eyes and the disbelief in them, but it's true. Something much worse. I'll tell the tale to ye both. Mordiran knows if you'd ever come
across this other beast. Ye need to be warned. If you see it: run! Run as fast as you can away from it. It be cursed I tell you. Cursed!
"Our group held a young paladin, a eleven bard, a half-orc barbarian, an eleven ranger, some shifty looking human, and two dwarfs, me and another
"We'd finally figured out where the lair of the damn Wyrm was, down in some cave. We came upon a door that we needed to go through, and that's when
our troubles started, when that damn whelp of a paladin decided to kick in the door. It was trapped! Some blue looking gas came out. We all backed out
of the way, but that idiot paladin got a lungful and fell to the ground not moving. Some damn paralyzing gas."
"We trussed him up on our pack mule at the end of our line and pressed on down the hallway that was beyond the door. We came upon a room that held
this new beastie from hell. A Corrupter of Fate is what some scholar here in town told me it was."
"Big damn ugly beast. He surprised us and snuck a blow in on Grogg our half-orc, stunning him. I swung at it, but somehow my blow missed. Our bard,
Bretera started to sing her magic and I could feel the melody fill my veins of my blood with the urge to fight."
"Our ranger pulled back on his bow and let loose an arrow......
"It missed the beastie and hit me instead. Damn elf shot me in the ass! I'm still having a hard time sitting because of that! What? Wipe those smirks
off your faces before I wipe them off for you!....that's better.....where was I? Oh yes.....
"We all started trying to fight this thing, but nothing worked! We kept missing! Worse, the damn shady fellow that was with us, he tried to pull some
damn fancy move.
"Not only did he miss, he cut poor Grogg's head off! Poor Grogg...we'd traveled together a lot...
"Now his head was rolling around on the floor! As if that was not bad enough, the human fighter we had took a swing and missed too
.......he missed and cut my fellow dwarf Glant's arm completely off!
"Poor Glant.....he won't be holding his axe proper any time soon.
"Well next that damn ass shooting elf ranger was able to land some arrows in this beastie. That really ticked it off. It swung out and hit the human
fighter, breaking his back. He went to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The human fighter tried to fight back, but somehow his sword slipped and cut
his own nose off!
"Quit that snickering. Poor lad will be making babies and ladies scream if they look at him. Where was I? Oh yes, the beast had turned to finish off
that poor human, showing his back to me. I was able to sink my axe into his back and he dropped to the floor dead.
"Needless to say, there was not any way we could continue our quest at that point. Time to make a hasty retreat. That's also when I decided to part
company with that lot. Just felt like they was cursed.
"I see you two still smirking. Smirk all you want, but remember this:
"Failure is ALWAYS an option!"
edit on 8/5/2017 by eriktheawful because: (no reason given)