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Not long ago our party was searching a ruin of an ancient race. We discovered two humans hiding in one of the alcoves outside the building and as we where on the run from the law at the time we took them prisoner. We tied them up and left the halfing, Sneakabout, to watch over them as we went to look over the rest of the buildings. Not long after a portal opened and 5 flaming dogs (Zypher Hounds) came out of it. The two humans (rogue and swashbuckler), Dwarf (Paladin) and the Elf (Mage Hunter) where in the building and where being approached from both sides so the Mage hunter placed a water call over one of the entrances.
This left the Halfing on her own with the two prisoners and one of the Zypher hounds was approaching her. As she was trapped and was no match for even one of these (she was only level 3) she came up with 3 plans, but which to do:
She decided to go with the first thought and shouted fetch and the crowbar left her hand. The GM decided that this was Animal Training at absurd level and she proceeded to throw really low. The crowbar didn't so much as go past the Zypher hound as into it's thigh and killing the poor beast in 6 agonising rounds. When the rest of the party got back the halfing tried to explain what had happened but none of the party would believe her as the crowbar had since melted and thought that someone else must have done it as there was no way that this little halfing could have killed such a beast.
During a campaign I was running some years ago, a player of mine experienced some gross deaths with several characters from the same undead threat.
His first character was a Dunman Rogue (we were playing in Tolkien's Middle Earth), named Cranagh. He was quite a boastful dude and an excellent fighter with his two short swords. Anyway, the party was travelling through the mountains when they eventually stumbled upon a cursed Dunlending burial ground... Soon a terrible battle vs. horrible zombies begun. In the center of the fight, Cranagh was standing, swinging his swords at the zombies. While the other characters are having some bad times, he seemed to control the situation very well. One zombie over another fell under his attacks. Only remained three zombies that were facing Cranagh... he screamed at the rest of the characters, that were severely injured, that he could handle the thing pretty well. As soon as he spoke those words, the three remaining zombies SIMULTANEOUSLY rolled open-ended at him, hitting him hard with their foul claws. The results of the attack were: he lost an eye, two legs and an arm were severed... sadly Cranagh died.
Later during that campaign, the same player with another character, a ranger-type (Eron's the name) faced a mace-wielding zombie guard in a temple. He has just defeated some other zombies with his longspear and was handling the last zombie with ease. Soon the zombie swung an open-ended attack followed by a devastating Krush crit. The poor Eron dropped to the ground with a major skull fracture and fell into irreversible coma. I, as a GM, was really displeased by the fact, and tried to revive Eron through a NPC in the campaign. He was restored to full health. However, during the next session, Eron was adventuring through the dark of a stair in a cave. He skillfully spotted some other zombie guardians and, being grown wiser, begun to run back upstairs. Unfortunately, he rolled a fumble in his moving maneuver roll (he was running on a rough stairway in the dark carrying a spear and a shield, so I figured he had to roll almost an "easy" MM...), stumbled on his own feet and falling to the ground remaining stunned for several rounds and bleeding from a nose wound. The normally slow-paced zombies reached him, grasped him and pulled him to certain death in the dark... the only thing the others PCs heard were the horrible screams of Eron.
And finally... We were at the end of the campaign on the very LAST session... Our heroes were facing a powerful undead lord (well, he was not precisely a zombie, but a rotten type critter, anyway). The new character of my friend was a dwarven battle-priest, Gillibran. He had guided the group through the undead city and now was leading the assault versus the super-boss. Many PCs had died and other were seriously injured but brave Gillibran still stood on his (short) legs battling evil. The critter was about to fall... and Gillibran charged for the final assault. Unfortunately, the spectre of Din-Othar (the critter) had an ultimate sparkle of pride, and swung his greatsword for an incredible total attack roll of 572! The poor Gillibran was chopped in a half (one-quarter of an ordinary cleric... eheheh). He was ultimately saddened because the evildoer died the same round by the sword of another player... So we ended the campaign with another character from my friend (the third one!) slaughtered by a zombie-lord, and in THE FINAL ROUND of THE FINAL BATTLE of THE LAST SESSION! Also when I and my friend (we're still playing RM a go-go...) remember that campaign we laugh for the terrible doom he had!
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