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This happened during my Shadow World campaign, I was RM and the person in question was a bard/loremaster called Tristan. And yes, he was a veteran of the Namar-Tol (High Elf) army.
He and the rest of the group were passing in Kenezan, Capital of the State of Lankhan and decisely hostile to the High Elves. Still, he managed to obtain a pass from the Emperor himself to help and discover clues about a supposed Conspiracy to kill the newly found Emperor (that was fixated to change a lot of things in Lhankan, for the better).
During his investigations, he decide to take a look in the main barracks of the Imperial Lankhanian Army. The guards make him pass and obey the orders of the Emperor. He looks around until he find a locked door. He asks for it to be opened and finally the Commander of the Barracks come to see what was this disturbance.
Tristan: "I want this door
opened now!"
Commander: "We
cannot, that is the armory. There is nothing inside there
anyhow but our weapons/armor"
Tristan: "I am a CAPTAIN of the Namar-Tol Army and I command
this door open!!!"
Silence. EVERY single soldier suddenly turn toward him,
the Commander grins evily.
Minutes later, one of his friends outside, see the doors of the barracks opening and a sack thrown out. Inside the sack is poor Tristan, an ear lost in a "contest" of archery where he was the target and beaten almost to death.
Still he has the audacity to rise up to his feet, knock on the barracks door and scream "Give me back my pass!" the door open and small little pieces of paper are thrown in his face, then it close, locking.
To this day we still mock him for that sentence!
We had a classic moment the other day I thought I should share:
During a recent incursion into a ruined Dwarven city my PCs, an elvish rogue and a high man paladin, made a stand vs a small band of demons in a long-forgotten hall. The characters are pretty good, so the lesser demons weren't terribly difficult to fight. Soon enough however something bigger begins to frighten the smaller demons, and the threat of a real challenge becomes clear. The PCs start thinking aloud what to do next. Jer, the paladins player, anounces "I'd like to cast a repel demon spell" to which I instinctively respond, "what class of demon can you repel?" The second player Scott pipes up, "everything except for ex-wives".
As a rolemaster veteran, playing 16 years starting with MERP (back in the good old days when it was published by ICE) I was asked by 4 friends, after I moved to Copenhagen, to start up a campaign with them.
Since I always welcome new players in an effort to spread the knowledge of Rolemaster, I naturally obliged. As GM I quickly introduced them to the game and had them make some characters. This was fairly easy since we used Immo Kösters RCMS (Rolemaster Character Management System, -easy to use, but too bad it hasn’t been updated). The basics of the game were quickly understood, and we set off in the world of Middle Earth starting in Minas Tirith.
The group consisting of a human and a dwarf fighter, a wood-elf elementalist and a Halfling rouge was sent west of Minas Tirith in search of a herb to save a merchants son from an illness.. (meant to be a short, quick non lethal adventure.)
The Halfling rouge, not quite having allocated his development points as he meant too, was slightly better at throwing his short sword than meleeing with it. When they, west of Minas Tirith, were attacked by 2 orcs he tried to throw his short sword at them.. It started out as a 01 UM fumble. I quickly told him, that things like that happens, yet not often, and that it was a shame it happened the first time he tried to fight. As it did, he had to roll on the fumble table and rolled 100 UM. Again all I could tell him was, that it was highly unlikely, and that it sometimes happened. Well… He then had to roll a D slash critical…. The result: 66…
And we lost our little friend…
He was not too thrilled, but I couldn’t do much besides laughing in disbelief. In all my roleplaying years I have never seen such a perfect fumble...
The others did attack the orcs and defeated them, but with a respect for the dice I have rarely witnessed...
Anyway he produced another character and we still play from time to time. He hasn’t touched a short sword since though...
On my first ever RM session, I was given a pregenerated 4rd level Magician and I joined a party of 3 who were trying to find a ruined temple in the mountains. Instead, we found a small cave that was home to 2 weird but beautiful women. We knew something strange was at work, but none in the party could tell for sure. They were Nagas, and they had charmed us. By reading the spell law while fighting (a favor granted to a rookie), I found the perfect spells...
My allies were all badly injured, they were too weak for such opponents. I asked them to leave the small cave in a haste, after the nagas were both knocked back, but still unhurt. I cast a stun cloud (2x wider) with a 95 roll... then cast some wall conjuration (I don't remember which one), with a 97+94 roll . The nagas both died on the first roung... each got a critical roll over 96 (lucky this far).
When the effects of both spells had turned off, We all went inside... nothing interesting, but the corpses of two adventurers... since I was the "hero", I was granted the first pick through the loot... and now it becomes interesting!
I had no idea how treasures were rolled... I only know my GM rolled several times, and with every roll, his face was getting whiter and whiter. I ended up with a little golden ring having the following attributes, which I understood only through the following sessions :
x5 essence
multiplier
+5 essence adder
50 Powerpoint per day to use on the Spirit mastery spell list
(Level 1 to 20)
+10 essence spellcasting
+10 DB
+10 to all "bolt" magic
+10 RR vs all realms
Unbreakable
The ring can be turned "unseen" at will
Attracts Evil
" So... does it shoot things... like fireballs, and such?" I asked. My question was left awnsered for a few minutes... when one of my companions told me... "stupid rookie".
We were setting up an adventure one day and I was going over last weekend's notes with our usual GM. We had a plate of sandwiches or something I can’t remember what, but the point is that the last two pieces got stuffed into our mouths just as our GM for the day walked into the room. He looked at us reading and notes as we looked up at him with full cheeks, “What’s that you got in your mouths?”, we glanced at each other and just to get the confrontations of the day going I said “Nuffin.” As we both swallowed hard. Low and behold our flavor of the day, dropped all his books in a neat stack and quickly spun with a raised finger serious as hell and said, “You can’t fool me, its food, isn’t it?” I couldn’t answer such unfailing logic, but my companion with his keen GM mind swallowed quickly again and said, “I hope it was.” When the chuckles from that brainfart had worn down, and the rest of the group had arrived we found our characters starting out in a tavern filled with patrons Drinking and eating. “What are they eating? Is it food? I bet its food!” Both I and my companion spat out at the same time, causing utter chaos to be unleashed as everyone laughed their hearts content at our GM’s unfortunate word choice. When our characters regained consciousness after being severely beaten and robbed in the bar fight that started… well we don’t know how it started... we were arrested and thrown in the pokey. Where we were given water but NO food for the next several days… I wouldn’t know why though.
This incident happened during a campaign we had going for quite some time. I am sure a lot of you have had a group that is truly well meshed and unforgettable; well we were one such group. We had been playing the same players for almost 2 years, and aside from one member of the group moving away, we had kept the same core of six players with players that would join in for a few months here and there. This incident happened though when we had a new player that just didn’t quite … “fit”.
We had all been building our characters up from wee little adventuring babies, and were proud to have worked together and made it up to around 12th -15th level. We had a horrible fight coming up (the details of which are not pertinent here) and we knew it. After several hours of preparation we were ready. Literally 3 rolls into the fight our toughest fighter lay in several pieces and we all sat in shock, un-falling tears were in the eyes of the player of the fighter, and the rest of us put our faces in our hands trying to grasp how something so horrible could have happened, we thought we had been ready for anything. The stunned silence continued till the newest member of the group looked over his shoulder into the kitchen and blurted out at full volume rather irreverently…. “Can I have a cookie?”
You could hear each person’s individual vertebrae creak and shift in their necks as they slowly looked his direction as if in slow motion. Then it began… from behind the GM screen we heard a sharp inhale and a small cough that didn’t quite cover a chuckle, after that the rest of us went like dominoes, around the table laughing uproariously till it came around to the dead characters player, who looked up and said “NO, you can’t have a cookie, I’M DEAD!”. A new round of laughter that was uncontrollable started in when the GM (who’s apartment it was) said “Sure go ahead.” The session was pretty much a wash from that point on.
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