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Hello all! Great fun readin all ya stories so had to send one meself !
Dwarven warrior Thororin has been going for quite a while and this is just one of many "moments". The setting is Tolken's Middle-earth, mid third age, Khazad-dum. Throrin was leaving home, after serving in the dwaven army the past three years, to meet up with his old mucker Karsten Cerdaine. Whilst only a day march out from the east gate and with a small guard of honour, Throrin camped down with is fellow 7 dwarven warriors,ate and settled down to sleep with the 1 guard on watch.
Well, 2 Cave trolls happened across their scent and crept up on the them! The guard was (after a poor..a very poor roll) fast asleep...CRUNCH!! (now a very very deep sleep) and the trolls were in amongst them. Now at the time Throrin was a 5th guard-herder and a couple of Cave troll were going to be a handfull when still asleep and only 2 dwarves were coming round the rest still sleeping.
Round 2: A crunch and splat later 1 dwarf laid out for the fight and another put back to sleep! Well hello with a OE roll he's on his feet in 1 and drawing his hammer taking in this wonderful sight the rest were coming round abet more slowly ROUND 3: a troll baring down on him SMACK hitting him right in the chest the power exploding the poor trolls heart. As it keels over hes looks over to see the other troll breaking the leg of 1 of his fellows ROUND 4:with some distance between them he opt to throw his faithful hammer(a family hairloom +20 orc slayin and returning) he again roles his his 4th OE roll and again on the crit....Smack right between the eyes and getting a bit of its own medicine its put in a deep sleep before throrin plants his war mattock through its head that is! As the dust settles only 1 dwarf dead, 1 broken leg and some walking wounded not a bad way of shaking away a few cobwebs before adventering, he sends the dwarfs back and heads of into the wild seeking Minas Anor and his old mucker Karsten with a sping in his step thinking "he's going to like this 1."
A few years ago I was running a campaign for my group and they needed to recover a map from a border fortress.
The party was hiding in the woods on a dark cloudy night. About a hundred yards from the drawbridge everyone had stashed their packs, bedding rolls etc... The Thief convinced everyone that he will be able to sneak over, scale the wall and recover the parchment. Since he was the most qualified for the job, he took his rope and grapple then headed off.
The Thief successfully scrambled across the underside of the bridge and landed underneath it on the opposite side of the bank. Failing all observation checks both visual and audio he continued to scramble up the bank. The guard dogs caught sight of him and charged. Before he knew it he was under the bridge with 3 guard dogs snarling..
Being quite the acrobat and very dexterous he decided to do a back flip whilst throwing his dagger at the first dog. Oh what a time to underend!!! Making a bad roll of around -200 he hit the underside of the bridge and was knocked out cold! The rest of the party heard the growling, a thud and the splash but were unable to help as the alarm had been raised on the fortress.
That's another fate point lost to the thief.
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