There are so many memorable moments that cannot be summed up in a single quote.
Here's my favorite. We were playing a hoard of zombies coming out of the lake one by one. It was my last run, and I was making my way up the slope to I can't remember who, but one on one, I think I would have creamed him. We were rather tough zombies with 40 hp and swung for 5n, and he was pretty damaged I think. there was nobody between him and me, but the archer, what's his name, that shoots for 13n noticed me. He hits me in the leg. I stumble and get back up, continuing my slow charge up the hill towards my victim. Twice more he hits me. My zombie stumbles with each hit, but continues on, ignoring the arrows sticking out of his body. I reach my victim, raise my sword to strike him down, and "Thirteen normal!" Zombie falls down at its intended victim's feet, just in the nick of time. I was soooooo close too...
I remember the time when the harpies managed to command Shikar. 'HOLY S#!T' I think to myself. In the end, the situation didn't turn out quite as disasterous as I immagined it could. But still, that could have been almost as bad as a berserked Krieger!
Finally, there was Lilly's idea to hide our group of trolls in the unoccupied, unwarded gypsie cabin. A few hapless adventurers wander by, and we charge out. I think we ended up dropping three PCs in that run. We made a big holler to celebrate Troll victory! Actually, out of game, we were trying to attract enough attention so you guys didn't have to res. No hard feelings there.
Here's my favorite. We were playing a hoard of zombies coming out of the lake one by one. It was my last run, and I was making my way up the slope to I can't remember who, but one on one, I think I would have creamed him. We were rather tough zombies with 40 hp and swung for 5n, and he was pretty damaged I think. there was nobody between him and me, but the archer, what's his name, that shoots for 13n noticed me. He hits me in the leg. I stumble and get back up, continuing my slow charge up the hill towards my victim. Twice more he hits me. My zombie stumbles with each hit, but continues on, ignoring the arrows sticking out of his body. I reach my victim, raise my sword to strike him down, and "Thirteen normal!" Zombie falls down at its intended victim's feet, just in the nick of time. I was soooooo close too...
I remember the time when the harpies managed to command Shikar. 'HOLY S#!T' I think to myself. In the end, the situation didn't turn out quite as disasterous as I immagined it could. But still, that could have been almost as bad as a berserked Krieger!
Finally, there was Lilly's idea to hide our group of trolls in the unoccupied, unwarded gypsie cabin. A few hapless adventurers wander by, and we charge out. I think we ended up dropping three PCs in that run. We made a big holler to celebrate Troll victory! Actually, out of game, we were trying to attract enough attention so you guys didn't have to res. No hard feelings there.