What have you done to surprise your DM?

[Scarey Nerd]

Quote of pure awesome.

That... Is... So... Awesome!

[FelixG]

One time we had week long gaming session. It was the marathon of all marathon games. We did nothing but game. When we ate, it was in character; when we took breaks for use of sanitation facilities, it was in character; when we did anything it was in character. It was quite a feat of gamer acheivement if I do say so myself. By the seventh day we hadn't slept much (scared to die by random encounters), and even though we were supposed to be sleeping in shifts, the DM was ever watchful. The co-DM would give him nap breaks by watching over us with a keen eye. I was the melee guy so I had to stay awake for most of the nights. (CON checks to ramain awake awarded Energry Drinks. Failure meant we had to take sleepytime tea) In the middle of a long roleplay / suddenly combat phase I had fallen asleep. The DM wanted to take advantage of this, suddenly trying to attack me with some spell or some sort. I woke up suddenly and screamed "BLUFF CHECK!!!" tossing my d20 across the table. Everyone was stunned. I had succeeded, so I was able to pretend to be asleep (even though I had actually passed out). I drew my greatsword, used my attack of opprotunity, and destoyed that caster like he was a lowly goblin (or out of line commoner). It was one of my greatest moments in D&D. It is spoken of in myth to this day.

You sir win at life

[Skavengoblin]

It's been so long since I was allowed to be a player, so I can't think of the things 'I' did.

However, on 3 occassions my players have annoyed/surprised me.

1.) When walking through the swamps, they find some writhing snakes emerging from a pool. It ends up being a Hydra, but the ranger had entangled it already. Little did i realize that this Huge sized monster only had a 17 strength... meaning that it needed a 17 to break free... twice, because it moves so stinking sloweven a double move leaves it in the area.
The party of 4, (2 halflings, a gnome, and a human cleric), just shot it to death... despite its fast healing. stupid ranged-focused party members.

I might also say only one of the 4 was above complete novice, and he was not telling them what to do. That ranger thought of it all on her own. Still... why do hydras have such a low strength?!

2.) SImilar story, but this time with a gorrillan (sp?). SHould have broken free. But didnt. ever. would have grabbed the halfling rogue (who had stepped in front of the rest of the party for some reason), and ran away with him. but no. Another encounter without them losing anything besides a single spell and mundane arrows.

3.) With a different group, they are attacked by a young white dragon in their sleep. Only the dwarf was a sleep, the ranger, rogue, and cleric were all awake. SO they see it come over a hill 220 feet away. during its surprise round it flies 200 feet. This scares the cleric, who casts sound burst, hoping to mostly stun it for a round so everyone can get ready for it. FLying 30 ft in the Air + failing the sound burst fort save + party of mellee focused people = crashing to the ground and getting stabbed to death in 2 turns.

Now none of these are THAT amazing. What is amazing about them is they were all brought about by very new players.

Stupid hydras having such a low strength!

[Last Laugh]

2.) SImilar story, but this time with a gorrillan (sp?). SHould have broken free. But didnt. ever. would have grabbed the halfling rogue (who had stepped in front of the rest of the party for some reason), and ran away with him. but no. Another encounter without them losing anything besides a single spell and mundane arrows.

3.) With a different group, they are attacked by a young white dragon in their sleep. Only the dwarf was a sleep, the ranger, rogue, and cleric were all awake. SO they see it come over a hill 220 feet away. during its surprise round it flies 200 feet. This scares the cleric, who casts sound burst, hoping to mostly stun it for a round so everyone can get ready for it. FLying 30 ft in the Air + failing the sound burst fort save + party of mellee focused people = crashing to the ground and getting stabbed to death in 2 turns.

I have issues with Girallons that come from a particularly bad Dm I once played under (once, a single 30 minute session that was a TPK, He thought that mummy rot drained con every round, and failed to mention what it was that was draining con. Never even let us make saves.)

The second story is awesome and reminds me of the time that the party cleric casts blade barrier in the path of an oncoming dragon, this is when we were all young and noobish and the interpretation of blade barrier at our table was that it would hit larger creatures more than once

[Daimbert]

I'm DMing an Amber PBF, and my players surprised me in a less "ruined combat" and more "huh?" manner in the game.

I sent them to a Shadow to track down some information about some mercenaries there that might have a link to an object they wanted to find. I described the main street, and mentioned that there were a couple of taverns on that street. To make it clear that the mercenaries were integrated into the town as simply a fact of life, I mentioned that right next door to their heaquarters was a tailor's shop.

I expected them to wander into one of the taverns and start fishing for information. Instead ... they headed straight for the tailor's shop.

So, then, I had to invent a tailor ...

I did get some use out of the character though, beyond using him to steer them back on track, since he's been able to drop information about where to go next on a couple of occasions.

[Your Nemesis]

I figured out that summoning a 6000 pound earth elemental ten feet above an enemy does said enemy 20d6 damage and the elemental 1d6-5.

[Quietus]

I figured out that summoning a 6000 pound earth elemental ten feet above an enemy does said enemy 20d6 damage and the elemental 1d6-5.

Sadly, this doesn't work in 3.5, because you have to summon things into an environment that can support them. Air does not support a three-ton wad of rock.

[Volos]

That... Is... So... Awesome!

Yes, that explains how it has been spoken of only in myth.

You sir win at life

Thank you, I do try my best.

[Silus]

1. I didn't do this, but a guy in my group managed to negotiate our way into deityhood. To be honest, I was a bit peeved, as I had to retire my character that I spent a week making.

2. My Tiefling Swashbuckler somehow seduced a Giant Crocodile. Not sure how it happened to be honest...

3. Other campaign, my Ork Tinkerer/Binder, thanks to a failed Fort save, got addicted to Crack Cocaine. We were pretty much SOL at that point--our Cleric was out due to poison, our rogue was tripping balls after looking into a portal to infinity, and the Centaur was, well, being a Centaur. So my guy's tripping balls, much to my annoyance, so I decide to get a little revenge on the Assistant DM (The Centaur). He comes up to my character and is all "OMG what happened?", so I turn to the DM and declare that as the Centaur tries to pick my Ork up, I scrape/scoop off some of the drugs from the chest and wipe it on the Centaur's face (Seriously, the Ork was tripping and wanted to "share the good"). One failed Fort save later, and the Centaur was tripping as well. The Assistant DM was, obviously, pissed, but I managed to diffuse the situation with chocolate.

[RaveingRonin]

I was a truenamer (fixed variety, thank the lord the DM allowed for homebrew). Cause my party couldn't get me to shut up, they assumed I had a ton and a half social skills, so I was elected to barter our services with the local guard captain. So I mosey on over and having the Inattentive flaw, I decided that my character forgot why he was going to talk to the guard captain. The rest of my fellow gamers was out getting food, so they had NO idea what I did.
When they get back, I happily explain to them that I successfully converted the guard captain, the mayor, and about 2/3rds of the towns population to worship Dagon and the Elder Gods as a pantheon. To cement their conversion, we (the towns folk and I) locked the priests to the "false gods" into the church and set it on fire. The DM described the blood slicked streets, the tieflings and other much nastier entities now waltzing about, and I cackle insanely while the party members go slack jawed in horror and shock. Turns out, not having social skills doesn't matter when you roll a natural 20. DM=Suprised. Other Party Members=Freaking Out. Me=blacked out from laughing so hard.

[Kaww]

One time we had week long gaming session. It was the marathon of all marathon games. We did nothing but game. When we ate, it was in character; when we took breaks for use of sanitation facilities, it was in character; when we did anything it was in character. It was quite a feat of gamer acheivement if I do say so myself. By the seventh day we hadn't slept much (scared to die by random encounters), and even though we were supposed to be sleeping in shifts, the DM was ever watchful. The co-DM would give him nap breaks by watching over us with a keen eye. I was the melee guy so I had to stay awake for most of the nights. (CON checks to ramain awake awarded Energry Drinks. Failure meant we had to take sleepytime tea) In the middle of a long roleplay / suddenly combat phase I had fallen asleep. The DM wanted to take advantage of this, suddenly trying to attack me with some spell or some sort. I woke up suddenly and screamed "BLUFF CHECK!!!" tossing my d20 across the table. Everyone was stunned. I had succeeded, so I was able to pretend to be asleep (even though I had actually passed out). I drew my greatsword, used my attack of opprotunity, and destoyed that caster like he was a lowly goblin (or out of line commoner). It was one of my greatest moments in D&D. It is spoken of in myth to this day.

You sir are a genius. I just laughed so hard I started crying, my sister burst into the room. She thought I was crying and having a heart-attack. I'm still laughing!!!

[Sarquion]

I was a truenamer (fixed variety, thank the lord the DM allowed for homebrew). Cause my party couldn't get me to shut up, they assumed I had a ton and a half social skills, so I was elected to barter our services with the local guard captain. So I mosey on over and having the Inattentive flaw, I decided that my character forgot why he was going to talk to the guard captain. The rest of my fellow gamers was out getting food, so they had NO idea what I did.
When they get back, I happily explain to them that I successfully converted the guard captain, the mayor, and about 2/3rds of the towns population to worship Dagon and the Elder Gods as a pantheon. To cement their conversion, we (the towns folk and I) locked the priests to the "false gods" into the church and set it on fire. The DM described the blood slicked streets, the tieflings and other much nastier entities now waltzing about, and I cackle insanely while the party members go slack jawed in horror and shock. Turns out, not having social skills doesn't matter when you roll a natural 20. DM=Suprised. Other Party Members=Freaking Out. Me=blacked out from laughing so hard.

HAHAHA nice going

[Kaww]

my players shot the plot.... with arrows
they set fire to a mountain, they woke the dragons up 5000 years early
they killed a tavern
they surprise me alot...
I weep alot.

May I put this in my signature?

[TaliaJacta]

One time we had week long gaming session. It was the marathon of all marathon games. We did nothing but game. When we ate, it was in character; when we took breaks for use of sanitation facilities, it was in character; when we did anything it was in character. It was quite a feat of gamer acheivement if I do say so myself. By the seventh day we hadn't slept much (scared to die by random encounters), and even though we were supposed to be sleeping in shifts, the DM was ever watchful. The co-DM would give him nap breaks by watching over us with a keen eye. I was the melee guy so I had to stay awake for most of the nights. (CON checks to ramain awake awarded Energry Drinks. Failure meant we had to take sleepytime tea) In the middle of a long roleplay / suddenly combat phase I had fallen asleep. The DM wanted to take advantage of this, suddenly trying to attack me with some spell or some sort. I woke up suddenly and screamed "BLUFF CHECK!!!" tossing my d20 across the table. Everyone was stunned. I had succeeded, so I was able to pretend to be asleep (even though I had actually passed out). I drew my greatsword, used my attack of opprotunity, and destoyed that caster like he was a lowly goblin (or out of line commoner). It was one of my greatest moments in D&D. It is spoken of in myth to this day.

You are AMAZING. And that game sounds like so much fun.

[RaveingRonin]

HAHAHA nice going

Thanks
Also I am no longer allowed to make Forgery checks. The reason being I surprised the DM in a fashion that led to me being perma-banned from a skill.
Long story short, I shattered a ten thousand year old alliance between the human kingdom and the elven one with one well placed forged letter declaring war (complete with racial slurs) from the humans to the elves. Then (adding injury to insult) with several dozen other forgery checks proceeded to obliterate the elven economy. Not my fault they were silly and used paper money rather then coins
Worth it.

[2-HeadedGiraffe]

Thanks
Also I am no longer allowed to make Forgery checks. The reason being I surprised the DM in a fashion that led to me being perma-banned from a skill.
Long story short, I shattered a ten thousand year old alliance between the human kingdom and the elven one with one well placed forged letter declaring war (complete with racial slurs) from the humans to the elves. Then (adding injury to insult) with several dozen other forgery checks proceeded to obliterate the elven economy. Not my fault they were silly and used paper money rather then coins
Worth it.

If you'd just paralyzed their economy, you could have done a coup d'état as a full round action.

[Gnaritas]

Me: I cast Freedom of Movement.
DM: Okay. The Awakend Fiendish Half-Dragon Tyrannosaur Barbarian*, after eating all your friends, goes next. It bites you. You take some arbitrarily stupid amount of damage. Make a grapple check.
Me: I win.
DM: Huh?
Me: (points out Freedom of Movement text)
DM: Oh... Wow, that's messed. Okay. Your turn.
Me: I cast Delay Death.
DM: Okay. The lolwtfbbq dinosaur attacks... (grimaces) and crits. How many hit points do you have left?
Me: Don't worry about it.
DM: You take [like double my max hp] damage... uhh...
Me: Ok, whatever. I smite.
DM: Huh? But aren't you--
Me: (points out Delay Death text)
DM: ...I give up.

*This thing was the "animal companion" (yeah, don't get me started) of something like a 13th level Druid. Our DM needs to be firmly put in his place like this sometimes.

You still go to -x and enter the dying state. So you will be lying on the floor not dying for y rounds before the spell runs out and you die.

This spell is supposed to be used to save an almost dying companion within close range. He will go down, the rest of the party quickly kills the monster and heals the companion that went down.

[Callista]

Did he have the Diehard feat?

I once played with a group of players who would almost immediately attempt to negotiate with anything I threw at them. They eventually made friends with so many random encounters that I started using mindless undead, constructs, etc., at least one in three encounters just so they'd actually have to fight for a change. Sky-high Diplomacy... *sigh* I should've just given up on it and put them into an intrigue-style game instead.

Somewhere, there is still a kobold who expects the party rogue to become his seventh wife. LONG story.

[Shademan]

May I put this in my signature?

I shall allow this. fall to your knees and thank me, peasant

[Kaww]

I slipped and thanked you...

[Shademan]

I slipped and thanked you...

good man!
who know what those players will do next ):

[Skavengoblin]

Did he have the Diehard feat?

I once played with a group of players who would almost immediately attempt to negotiate with anything I threw at them. They eventually made friends with so many random encounters that I started using mindless undead, constructs, etc., at least one in three encounters just so they'd actually have to fight for a change. Sky-high Diplomacy... *sigh* I should've just given up on it and put them into an intrigue-style game instead.

Somewhere, there is still a kobold who expects the party rogue to become his seventh wife. LONG story.

Go read this by Rich Burlew
http://www.giantitp.com/articles/jFp...kegKhONNF.html

I feel it fixes diplomacy quite well.

[Aotrs Commander]

Well, I think today's spectacular moment of heroic stupidity definately counts, since no-one saw it coming, least of all the DM! Given how savvy he is, it's a rare achievement to get him looking at me with incredulity like that...

We were playing out Waterdeep Orc Extermination Company game, which is iteslf based on a throw-away line that became a running gag of one our previous parties. The setting is Faerun, in an alternate future to the 4E one, where it all went a bit pear-shaped and most of the gods (et al) got pruned off and general disaters and stuff. The WOECo arose from the wreckage as a group and are basically universally recognised trouble shooters who are sent out to fight monsters and generally be heroic and stuff. The WOECo's official policies can be a bit...strange...considering the who the founding members were (At least one of them, Lord Invagrion, now doubtless a Lich (and my character from the previous era!) is a TN Pale Master who strongly believed in Undead yes, unpeople no; and four out of the six founders were Meilikki worshippers...) My character for this is Shikue Ryushin, a young lad of about 14 or so who is a shinobi (i.e a Monk 2/Cleric 7 with a total reflavouring of spells), heavily based around Naruto (both the show in general and the character in particular.)

Todays' advanture saw us encounerting a strange zombifying magical fungus infestation affecting a local city, and we set off to investigate. Our best lead was that in some unspecified time before the Fall (i.e the aforementioned Going Pear-Shaped) the Kuo-Toa had sealed an entity (whom we guess is the "Scarlet Lord") that had been causing the plague (nominally termed Red Rust). So we set off to find this city. The Red Rust is really nasty stuff, able to infect everything, even Undead. It basically drains your Con (how it affectes Undead we currently don't know) until you die. Then shortly thereafter, you arise with your full skills, plus some stat changes, immunites and new abilities to serve the Scarlet Lord (whoever he is). The stuff makes things regenerate (to an extent) but is vulnerable to electricity (givne the name of the entity we groaned and kicked ourselves when the DM told us that...)

Anyway, we'd dsicovered from a local behir that the naxt stop to the Kuo-Toa city was guarded by a Beholder. And so it was. Just as we stopped to take stock, Shikue was interupped by a drop of unpleasent spilttle landing on him, he looked up to see the beholder decending to ground level. A beholder under the influence of the Red Rust, which just made it much harder and nastier! So, combat started, and the rest of the party started attacking as usual, the three fighter-types somewhat impeded by the anti-magic eye. The Warmage got charmed almost straight away, since she was standing outside the cone. Shikue was just on the edge. I'd allready used all my decent 4th level neems (Wind style: Air Palm (Sound Lance) and Water Style: North Wind Jutsu (Hypothermia), and I'd got mainly buffs or melee enhancers left; none of which would be really useful on the beholder. And of course, we were all worried about the nastier eye rays...

And it was then I surprised the DM, and pretty much everyone, though no-one as much as the beholder. And pretty much made the highlight of the day.

Shikue took a 5' step out of the cone and then used Body Flicker (Knight's Move) to teleport right above the beholder and make a falling Decisive Strike Stunning Fist attack right onto it. The DM was sufficently amused he gave me a +2 Heroic stupidity bonus. I landed a solid smack, taking the AoO (because as I said, there was no way that I couldn't be not provoking one as I was basically falling on it!) which it missed.

However, Shikue wasn't quite done yet. He had so far not used anything other than a Swift Action (5' step being No Action, likewise falling), so I was able to make my second melee attack - which was an attempt to grapple. Which I made. The DM was, for once, caught totally flat-footed by the fact someone was attempting to grapple a beholder...

My plan was to try and grab some of the eye-stalks to stop it using them, as - as one of the players said - by the method of "stop shooting yourself! Stop shooting yourself!" i.e. pointing them at it. The DM generously allowed me to grab three, and told me to randomly roll a D10 to see which ones I had got. And I rolled the Disintegrate, Flesh to Stone and Telekinesis eye, to my triumphal w00t!, since those were the ones I was most worried about!

I then finished my full attack with my final Snap Kick, which, even at the penalty for now attacking while grappled, did some extra damage. (Actually damn, I just realised, I forgot that does double damage too! Stunning Fist was a waste, though, since I'd learned earlier they Red Rust monster couldn't be stunned and forgot in the heat of the moment.)

So, what the party saw Shikue vanish in a flicker of pseudo-motion, to appear directly above astonished beholder, whose eyes widened in comical surprise. He then dropped, hand glowing, plunging down like and avenging angel and an overly exuberant yell to drop fist-first on the creature, despite it's frantic attempts to bite him; and then while still pummleing it, managed to grab it's eyestalks before it had really quite got it's wits together and then trying to crush it to death as it bucked about, cursing it's lack of convieniant appendages...

The gnome illusionst - after wondering for a moment if he'd been hit by one of his own spells - abandoned his idea to use Doomwail (from Relics & Rituals) on it and instead dispelled the Charm on the Warmage, who was at that point, most confused. Dispelling didn't actually help her much in that regard, though...

Shikue managed to hold on for another round, wherein he chose to grapple it for extra damage (had I got any Stunning Fist attempts left, it'd have had a Fiery Fist flaming headbutt instead!), and avoided the Finger of Death ray (which I'd forgotten about). After that it managed to throw him off. The Finger of Death took down the warmage, but by that point, me and the rest of the fighters (and the Warmage's Sudden Miximised Sudden Empowered Lesser Orb of Cold) had managed to whittle away it's last hits - and it was Shikue's final punch that took it down, to his great satisifaction. Too make sure it was completely destroyed, he took another diving leap, with his kunai this time, and spattered it right into it's central eye. And then the sword&board fighter two-by-four'ed the mess to bits with his electrified spiked heavy shield, whack-a-mole style.

It was a particularly satisifying moment for me, since I do occasionally do try this sort of utter stupidity and it usually comes back and hits me in the face. I was totally expecting to miss and plummet flat on my face or at least not grab anything useful...so for it to work so spectacularly was awesome!

(I admit, we may have been technically stretching the rules a bit, but the rule-of-cool definately applied.)

[zimmerwald1915]

This is not something I did personally, but I don't think the guy in my group who did do it posts here. The party was based out of this one town, and on the outskirts of this town was a gutted magitech factory. Thirty years ago there had been some sort of industrial/magical accident/disaster, which had killed most of the management and workers and left the whole building and the area around it tainted. Every so often, Dr. Hiruna, the son of the factory's owner who disappeared in the accident, would hire teams of adventurers to explore the factory, looking for magitech innovations that might have survived or records of what might have caused the accident and the taint. The party had been making a name for themselves. We had visciously murdered a guy who was basically an evil Fagin: he kidnapped street urchins and turned them into his own personal army. We then found out that children kept disappearing, only this time it was a coven of hags and a Grey Jester operating out of a local carnival that were to blame. They all died in a fire, and we saved the kids. So we'd been making a name for ourselves, and we attracted the attentions of Dr. Hiruna, who hired us to go explore the factory. We were fourth level.

We're deep in the bowels of the factory, in what was once a locker room for workers to change out of their street clothes and into their work uniforms. Don't ask me why this room was in the bowels of the factory: I don't really know. But at the end of it - we only noticed it, and it only noticed us, after we'd been exploring the room for a bit - there was this massive construct. It was Huge, had something like fourteen or sixteen hit dice, had natural armor and damage reduction up the wazoo, had viscious reach via retractable chains, but couldn't really move. Most of the party got the idea to just run past it, and ended up safely in the next room. However, one guy, playing a Crusader (the party was a Warblade, a Duskblade, my Sorcerer, and him), wanted to go toe to toe with this thing. Now, Dr. Hiruna didn't let us go into the factory unprepared. Even though most of the adventurers he'd sent in there died, a few returned with enough sanity left to deliver some kind of report. So he'd given us what he thought would be some useful magitech. My sorcerer got what amounted to a Legend of Zelda hookshot, while the Crusader got a lodestone shield with a magnetic effect that he could turn on and off.

We'd fought smaller magitech constructs in the factory, and they all had big glowing elemental binding crystals at their hearts, powering them. The Crusader asked the DM for a perception check (this was Pathfinder) to find the crystal, and made it. Then he activated his shield and swooped up inside the construct, right next to the crystal. Then, hanging from the thing's carapace, he broke a phial of explosive liquid (think nitroglycerin) over the elemental binding crystal and hacked at the drenched crystal with his sword. The crystal broke open and the thing belched smoke and died. It was awesome.

Other highlights from the factory included pouring nitro and fire onto a greenbound hydra until it died, all while it was trying to push us into vats of acid (the Crusader nearly died in this one, and was saved by the Duskblade), and figuring out that Dr. Hiruna's father had caused the accident in order to turn himself into an undead in a construct's body without using negative energy. That was a good session.

[Kaww]

Raising the dead also surprises DMs sometimes...

[Naeo]

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During last night's game, my DM has us enter a ruined temple. the first floor in a maze of nothing, like seriously nothing, just walls and torches. no traps or encounters.
so after the hour long boring trek, we reach a flight of stairs, go down, and come into a room that has 5 feet wide holes everywhere, and poles going down them.

We split up, being dumb, and slide down them.

Yuan-ti wrapped around the poles grab the druid and the bard, my thief, having already seen the yuan-ti through my chucking of alchemist fire against the wall, sees it ahead, and lets go of the pole, straight dropping onto the creature's head. Once on a floor, i coat my blade in alchemist fire, toss a log i was carrying onto the floor, and light it to illuminate my darkened room.

Yuan-ti picks itself off the floor, and lunges at me, I dodge, it hits a wall, four more yuan-ti join the fight... they're all gathered around my burning log.

Drink the fire immunity potion i have from a previous fight, then lob three vials of oil into the fire, causing it to explode, and immolate the 5 yuan-ti.

While they try to put themselves out, i proceed to to lob another vial of oil into the fire, catching the two that did put themselves out on fire again. Then proceed to kill the yuan-ti.

Druid and bard are brought to the queen yuan-ti, they ask where my guy is, queen sends two more groups after me, they entire the room with fire burning everywhere from the oil, and see 5 dead members of his clan, and attack me.

...the last 4 vials of oil come out.

come to find out, the yuan-ti were the people we were to talk to for info on our quest.

...but i look damn fly in my new snake skin boots >_>; and i have enough left over to make a pair for both of my companions :D

TL;DR: a burning log can make for an impromptu fireball in a confined space.

[Corronchilejano]

TL;DR -> I completely broke the DM by ramming every living thing against walls. After defeating three supposedly unbeatable creatures (not in a row), we never played again.

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I had a Human Barbarian 1/Fighter 3 with the dungeonscape option that can deals damage by ramming things against walls. The original idea was to have a miner that in the end made mines with his own body. I had extra rage and destructive rage, and fought with a ram (improvised weapon) just to finish the concept. After a while, I decided I'd follow the combat brute way, so I also had Improved Bull Rush. At this point, I hadn't noticed that I dealt damage by ramming people against things, only that I had a sweet +22 against taking down doors and walls while raging. I didn't know yet, but I was the DM's worst nightmare.

Nightmare number 1:
So, during my travels I found boots that not only gave me +30 speed, but also allowed me to change my direction once during this charge. While going through a cave, I confronted this insanely powerfull Sorcerer (at LEAST level 12) that wanted basically to kill me with orb spells. I knew, right from the beggining that her AC would also be ridiculously high (and thus I'd be unable to hit her) and that I was supposed to lose that fight. However, I noticed I could also try to disrupting her concentration instead so she wouldn't kill me in a single hit.

I win initiative so I decide to ready an action to charge (DM allowed readying charges so as long as I didn't move more than my speed). When she is casting her full round spell, I ram her against the wall.

DM: "Ok, so it's a concentration check on DC 20? Big deal... 29".
Another Player: "Dude, roll damage."
Me: "What? What damage?"
Another Player: "You deal 4d6 plus twice your strength modifier everytime you ram someone against an object"
Me: "w00t?"

I began dealing and absurd ammount of damage every time I rammed her against the walls, making her lose her concentration every single time. Then she started flying but the cave roof was so low and my speed was so absurdly high that jumping and RAMMING her against the cave roof became a norm. The DM wasn't happy when suddenly I had no damage and she was already over the 80s. She had to teleport away in the end. Massive ammount of Xp.

Nightmare Number 2:
After demonstrating that I could kill pretty much anything by ramming things together, the DM started being really carefull by placing really STRONG and BIG enemies all the time. By level 8 (Barbarian 1/Fighter 6) I had a woopin' +28 against walls and doors while raging (meaning most doors and walls couldn't stop me) and a monstruos +18 to bull rushing if buffed (enlarge person + bull strength). A dire boar once tried to bull rush me against a cliff and I made it sit down.

Due to the insane ammount of damage I was dealing while charging, the DM decided he'd treat the ramming like a physical attack, and thus damage reduction would apply. We also reached the consensus that, due to this, the damage would also be modified by strength.

We ended up for some reason fighting against a powerfull warrior from a certain town. She was way over our level (again) and was SUPPOSED to be unbeatable. We met her in her office when she suddenly decides she wants to "test our strength". Behind her was her desk.

Me: "Ok, I bull rush her against the wall".
DM: "Ok, Strength check... you only move her 10 feet. Not enough for the wall."
Another player: "DM, isn't her desk like, 5 feet behind her?"
DM:

Damage was already 8d6 + 3 times strength normally, but due to enlarge person it was upped to 16d6 + 24. I dealt so much damage she had to roll for massive damage... and rolled a one.

Nightmare number 3:
After years of adventuring many things happened: I was transformed into a female elf, most of our "nemesis" where dead but now the world was plunging into the abyss (¿?). We had to go to another plane to retrieve a certain artifact we needed to restore the world's balance. By now, I was devoted to "pure strength" and I worshipped the all powerfull Rhinoceros. I had a few cleric levels and a few devotions. I had NEVER used combat brute and NEVER used any other weapon than the ram. We were level 12.

In a city a dwarf gave us a very powerfull hammer to give to another dwarf inside a mountain. On the way there, we passed what was supposed to be the nest of a really powerfull white dragon. While going through caves we met was I can ONLY assumed was a half-dragon ogre with VERY powerful equipment that was supposed to block our way through and was supposed to be unbeatable... obviously the DM hadn't learned a thing.

How does he open his attacks? Well, for once, he caught us by surprise, and the first thing he does is sunder my ram... the ram I had always carried, the very thing that represented me (and my coolest holy symbol). While the mage weakened him and the druid damaged his strength I meteor striked him with all my hatred against a squishy sidekick he had, leaving only a puddle of his friend and him in the floor. Next round he dispels all his strength penalties and heals the damage and he hits me with a single attack, leaving me with only a few hitpoints (he didn't deal a critical or anything, and yet he dealt more than 100 damage).

Me: "Bother this nonsense!. I power attack his rear into oblivion, and I mean ALL OF IT, I don't care anymore."
DM: "Sure... but you're unarmed."
Me: "Nope, I use the holy thingamagig we're carrying. I roll... natural 20! This thing is at least magic right? It's better than nothing... yo mage, what's these things stats anyway."
Another Player: "... that's a +4 holy maul with x4 critical. It's blessed, so that's an automatic critical too since this guy is evil."
Me: :O

I dealt almost 300 damage with a single strike, killing the "guardian" instantly. We left the session and the DM never wanted to play again.

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