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This is one of the most memorable RMSS moments ever. We were a group of five:
The whole thing began with us fighting Skafa a deamon-possessed powerful mage. We fought him well and when Skafa got scared he opened a portal and fled and we managed to go after him.
We then ended up in a big cave with no Skafa and no way out except a big hole 1000 feet above us. Zadrias decided to cast a levitation spell and the GM had nothing to argue with that. So he began. When he had levitated about 700 feet the GM asked Zadiras how many Power Points he had. Zadrias started counting and said he had none left at this point.
He fell the 700 feet to the ground and was smacked. The others finally found a secret way out. But the laughter lasted a long time after. The player who played Zadiras died one more time that campaign before some of the others did, and the others asked "do you always have to die?"
This happened while I was DM'ing a RM2 campaign. It has to be back toward 1991 or so. One of my players was a druid, who had been separated from his group in a prolonged exploration of a necromancer's keep. He was being chased through the depths of the dungeon by a pair of rather unpleasant guardians similar to gargoyles and he was not only tiring out from the chase, but was starting to feel the effects of several cuts and bruises.
Since he could not shake his pursuer, he thought it might serve him better to hide. Scanning his spell lists, he spies 'plant form', and promptly transforms himself into a potted fern, which with a good spell roll was placed in something like a hall-torch ledge in the dungeon. It was a beautiful fern, deep green and possessing all of the pungent smell that ferns have in a wet, temperate forest.
Unfortunately for him, Ferns tend not to grow so luxuriously in a necromancer's dungeon. In fact, there are few necromancers I know that pay much attention to having a keep filled with light, 'happy' highlights like flowering plants. The gargoyles raced past, and skidded to a halt about 10' past the fern-druid. Both came back to it, looked at it, scratched their heads in confusion, and began to try to pummel the poor fern with their clubs. I guess nobody appreciates good potting soil these days!
Well, the druid knew the jig was up, so to speak, burned the bladeturn II from one of his magic items, and shifted back to his human form. He then ran for his life.
At least he got a breather out of it, and the whole group of players laughed riotously about it for weeks afterward.
N.B.: He survived. His yelling and shouting finally alerted the party's magus and ranger, who rushed to his aid. Over the shattered corpses of his pursuers, a panting druid managed to puff out, 'Shows you not to mess with mother nature!' For the players, the bad jokes just kept on coming.
Hello my name is Gary, I started playing Rolemaster back in 85, not knowing
you had a website all these years I suddenly discovered you are still around!
So now I can share with you the most hilarious Death experience that still
gets chuckles from all the gaming group...we will name it
"THE FRILLED LIZARD HUNTER"
Our band of characters has barely escaped a particularly nasty city on the
edge of a desert, we were tired, confused, bleeding hits per round, it was
truly a low point in our adventures.
Suddenly the GM asks us to make a perceptions roll and all fail except the not-so-mentally-stable and slightly bleeding fighter. Upon making his roll the GM informs him that he sees some type of lizard creature running at the group, and due to all the external factors like the heat, mirage effect and our own physical problems he could not make it out.
As the GM slowly builds on our fears and the whole group starts getting ready for battle ready to kick but...at this point we think it is a large carnivorous lizard creature 20ft tall coming eat us.
Anyway the "creature of certain death" disappears in a dip in the dunes in front of us, at THIS point all weapons are out, wills are written and we are going to go down fighting.
Suddenly the "Frilled lizard of doom" launches from the dune at
the fighter, it launches all 13 inches of hissing fury at his face lands 2
"TINY" attacks; a 96 on the "A" and a 100 on the "C"
critical : in other words.
"A" Critical: "insulting strike to foes nose. If foe has full
helm(did not), he is stunned 2 rounds, if not, foe has shredded nose, takes
+3 hits per rd, and is stunned 9 rounds"
Okay not so bad with a cleric until the "c" crit: "c"
Critical "Bizarre attack to foes head area causes foe to strike himself.
foe must roll on the "e" column of the crush critical table.
While this is happening we all have to roll a maneuver not to attack because
of our poor physical and mental state..to a man we failed...so we attacked
the critter....all 4 of us
10th level and above...with magical weapons......"DIE MONSTER DIE!"
HIS critical on himself was a 91 on the "B" crush" putting
him in a coma for 3 months...this was good because he did not remember the
30 points of damage and 2 criticals that broke 4 ribs and and arm on his way
down to the ground.
The GM who was a massive Monty Python fan stated he had the urge to turn this
into the "Rabbit" scene from the holy grail but we were all laughing
so hard that we could not continue for 15 minutes after this.
It was truly funny and 14 years later we all still remember it and laugh about.
Your biggest fan and most loyal customer since 1981,
Gary Sattely
When our Spacemaster party was out of money they took a job with a company that was involved in Asteroid High Speed Racing - a kind of Formula 1 in space; small fast ships with laser pointers to mark targets which are hidden in an asteroid field.
Now, we took this job with a racing team called Fielding-Milram (Fielding was just another name, but Milram - for those who don't know Germany that well - is a big company here which sells dairy products). We ended up getting loads of merchandising stuff from them: overalls, shirts, shorts, underwear, boots, sneakers, shampoo, shower gel, conditioner, soap, milk shakes, yoghurt, condoms, bags, backpacks, etc. The contract stated that we had to wear these things, which was not very cool, because Milram has a white background and a blue typing upon it - not what you would call tough!
The worst thing, however, was still to come, because, when we slipped into the clothes and looked into the mirror and my character - the real tough guy of the party - totally fumbled and rolled as low as you can get on his perception roll. (I hate it, when perception is used for things like that!)
So he ended up with a good-taste-disorder and really liked what he saw: himself in this company clothing!
Can you imagine a space cowboy like Han Solo wearing a white overall, white sneakers, a white base cap and even a white holster for his laser gun reading MILRAM in big blue letters on it! (I was close to giving up the character - I was the joke of the whole campaign!)
I got introduced to Rolemaster back in '82, and loved it immediately. I have played on and off, with several different groups, ever since then.
On one campaign that I was running, the party came across a wight out in the woods, and followed it back to its lair. Out-numbered 6 to 1, the wight got into a corner between a tree and a large rock, so that only 2 people could come at it. If it could parry long enough, the Con drain might give it an edge. Things were going okay, but one of the fighters was getting pretty banged up. He backs out of combat, and the monk moves up to take his place. The monk announces "I'm gonna try a flying sidekick on him as I move in." I stared at him blankly for a moment, as I searched my memory to make sure I had told the fighters that "it doesn't seem to notice the normal sword, but as the magic sword passes through it, it seems to feel something." Then I said "roll your attack."
He rolled pretty good, and got a Martial Arts Striking crit, which said "kick to the chest". He was feeling pretty cocky, having rolled high on the crit, and then I rained on his parade.
"First, you don't have magic boots, so your attack has no real effect. Second, make your resistance roll against the Con drain, for passing through it. By the way, it is grateful you saved it the trouble of having to touch you. Third, your expected point of impact was about 4 feet in front of where you will actually hit something solid. This is kind of like stepping on a step you didn't know was there, but you chose to do it at high speed. Roll a +20 Small Bash attack on yourself, as you slam into the tree behind the wight. If the bash doesn't result in stun, roll a Hard maneveur to avoid bouncing back through the wight for another resistance roll against Con drain. If you are stunned, there will be no chance to avoid it."
The poor guy wound up stunned and unable to parry for 6 rounds, falls back through the wight, losing Con coming and going. To top it off, the wight is now "standing" right over him. The other fighter went on full parry and kept the wight's attention while the other party members crept up and drug the monk out of there. He heard about that for a long time. Right up until a troll threw him at the archer, but that's another story.
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