Enough about rules... Lets share some War Stories!

RiddickDale

RiddickDale

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People of the Alliance!

We've been chit chatting about rules for a few weeks now and I think we can all agree that maybe we need a break.

Take a minute or two and share you favorite war story! Tell me about that crazy wave battle where everyone almost died.... but were saved by someone's heroic actions. Maybe you'll want to tell us about a battle where your team/town/guild all fought like machines and won a fight that you should not have won. How about some "unusual" battle tactics that turns out awesome?

Whatcha got!?!?

(One little request for this one for all us rules guys... if someone tells a story that "doesn't make sense" within the rules... or maybe an LCO rule was in effect or whatever... I'm official asking you to let it go. This is intended to be a fun community building thing. I'll be deleting/editing posts that call out rules snaffus in people's stories. Fair enough?)

Stephen
National PR
 
A few things come to mind but in particular there was a great line from Steve / Agnar after one particularly tough wave battle where there were some rezzes and the PCs had to retreat. I had been NPCing a typical fighter with a couple of 50 slays. Over the course of a few lives I slayed a few people including the duke and the king (big huge NPC fighters) and Steve (another fighter but without the NPC uber stats). The king and the duke ate the slays but Steve parried.

After the fight I asked him why he didn't take my slays like a man they way the duke and the king did. He said, "you know they both came to me for healing."
 
In terms of "War Stories", There is one story that had created a much need bit of hilarity.

In the Mid-Late 2000's. HQ (Deathwatch era) ran a classic crypt module. The set up had a choke point one man large with some ridiculous undead casters on the other end. Try as we might.... we could not push through the drains and cause morts. Being the rogue/alchemist, I found myself being useless in this choke point. The idea emerged:

"Guys... hold up. Prison me and push me through the choke point. I don't think they can hit me?"

Sure enough, I got prison'd and used as a living riot shield to push through the opening. Which we did not realize was actually 6 feet long. So half way through, after the various necro spells bounced off of me. The big bad lich decided to grab me with his monster strength and pull me into the corner of the room on the other side of the choke point.

The rest of the team agreed: "We have about nine minutes to think up a plan. We definitely have that much time."

<Magic Dispel>

So I, the rogue/alchemist, am in a corner surrounded by what I could have then only imagined to be the lichiest of liches that have ever liched. My prison is gone, my short sword unable to hurt them. Resigned to run out the clock... I proceeded to use all of my defenses in rapid succession to prevent myself from dying. Drawing their undivided attention allowed the rest of the team to push through the choke point and perform a sweeping advance upon the undead.

The moral of this story is: "There is no problem that can not be solved with a hobbling in a prison." - I swear that is going to be on Paolo's headstone, grammatical butchering aside.

Cheers,
Mike D.
 
First game I ever attended, I walk in wide-eyed and not quite sure what's going on. I see a High Orge and High Orc arguing with a human in front of the tavern. The High Ogre walks over to me and says, "You. Knock that human out."

"What?" I said. "He's the town guard captain, isn't he? Why should I go ahead..."
"Knock him out," repeated the High Ogre, "Or I'll kill you."

I figure a ten minute nap outweighs a death so I walk up behind him and knock out the town guard captain.

Approximately 2 hours later, a female Sarr comes running, screaming at me.

"You attacked my mate!"
"Who? What? Who are you?" I replied perplexed.
"The Guard Captain is my mate and you knocked him out!" She ranted.
"Well it was either that or I would have been killed and I figured it was the safest thing to do," I explained. "I mean, I didn't want to be killed."
She huffed at me and said, "That's what Earth Circles are for!"
I sighed and said, "Look, You see that guy behind you?" She turned around and looked at him. *Waylay*. After she hit the ground, I said, "Now, I don't want to hear from you for 10 minutes - nor do I want to hear that being knocked out is worse than a trip to the earth circle."

((BTW, this was in the day of a 30 min lapse in your memory after resurrection so not only could I have killed her and sent her off, but she'd have no memory of coming up and arguing with me.))
 
Fearless Leader said:
You know, I've always wanted to do a book on LARP war stories.

A few times when I've mentioned it, people have said "Good idea" and then maybe 5 people submit stories and then the interest dies down.

So what do you guys think?

I'd list a credit after each story if desired, but the story may be edited.
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Here you go folks. Is this some incentive or what? What better chance to immortalize your war stories!

Stephen
National PR
 
Heh, already did. :) In fact, my short story in the anthology that will be published is an account of one of my very first solo combats in NERO. Although I did embellish it a bit though because in the game, after my first swing, the NPC was so surprised and scared by the attack that he yelped, jumped back and proceeded to tumble down a very short incline. A hold was called and things were readjusted.

Hard to write something believable about how everything in time was frozen and all parties involved were teleported to a more open and flat area 30 feet to the east. :D
 
It was a cold morning but I was up so where a flew others have an early breakfast, the local problems at the time where a mounting army of undead and an endless army of bugs from another plain.
not part of the cool club and there blueberry pancake or whatever it was they where having, I stood out side in the long hanging cloud cover talking with some one IN and out of game, they where a smoker so I was trying to stay distant yet close enough to not seem so socially.

This was back before I ever had a weapon or offinsive spells of any kind but I was next to the hardest hitting fighter in the land, Snag a bright yellow fellow of masterful strength. I had seen him shrug off a group of enemies swinging on him just to walk care free past the brazen line to take out the baddy, and I felt no worry for being alone out in the cold morning with his sward on his hip, next to me.

but I did not know at the time the mechanics of how smokers where considered out of game and when a group of the bug monsters snuck up on us as we stood there talking I looked to him to smite them with little effort only to see his hand placed upon his head cigarette still in hand.

I panicked and made a dash for the stairs and the tavern door not but 15 feet a way!

I made it in a striding leap up the 5 steps but was entangled just out side the tavern door; perhaps a foot more then I could have reached it with is extended.
The bugs quickly dispatched my lowly healer, and then wandered round the outside of the tavern so that they might be seen from with in, but the hungry eaters.

I had never been bleeding out before so I verified the count with the local staff and quickly bleed out to the sounds from with in the tavern as I herd and will always recall some one say " hay look there are bugs out side, lets go finish are pancakes in the ward."

and the feeling of my hart sinking in my cast as I lay there beginning my death counter, the 5 mins elapsed and I confirmed with the staff member I had died, and asked what I leave and what I take with me, he informed me in game that like a jeti from star wars the body dissipates but everything Elis remains.

It was cold and I always dress in layers whirring a tea shirt and shorts under my layers of dresses and the like... & belts full of many things.

so I striped off the top layer my over skirt blouse belt and shoulder bag and layer them out in the position I had fell in, basically forming the chock outline of what at one time had been a salvageable situation.

I propped the clothing and belt and bag a round them and then begin a depressingly slow walk toward the steps down to the rest of the camp site and where the earth guild was. stopping a bout every 2 steps my hand on my head looking back in disbelief as I took my 1st death, I had barely gotten to the top of the steps and took my 1st step down as I herd the door open on the deck of the tavern looking back I saw a head pop out the door way to see the bugs, then see me out of game then look down and realize there cozy breakfast has deathbed me.

villa got the people inside to smite the bugs and as I was held way down the steps I herd a now dead bug and the member of plot telling Rafael , you feel the presence of a spirit in the earth cercal, and not long after I got down to the cabin where the earth guild was did a sleepy Rafael a rive to rez me and a indifferent villa caring my belongings , the rez fallowed in the normal way but the store was one of a young healer out on a deck early in the morning when bugs are a bout and not being with some one whom could protect her, or calling for help when under attacks...
 
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