I'm bored right now. And looking at other topics it seems D&D is popular among the forum dwellers here. As of late i haven't been able to play D&D since i've moved house etc nobody near me plays now which is lame. So recently i've been reminicing about my old char's and wondering what other peoples fave class / personality etc combination might have been.

The best guy i've created so far as memory is concerned comes down to one of two people, either my theif. He was an elf, with levels in rogue and sorc generally sticking to illusion spells and other things to help with his theiving ways, such as silent portal, identify, invisibility etc.

So far as personality he was a con artist he'd steal all of his meals from market stalls and would rip off everyone eh knew if he thought he could get away with it. (on one occasion he sold several pretty awesome items to a fence of his. In the same day he saw somebody give the guy almost 5k gold. Later that night he robbed the guy blind)

He also managed to kill a guard with a trap once... stuck a banana peel on top of a ladder, a guard slipped off the top and landed atop another guards spear... funny as hell.

My ofter possible fave char was in a short lived campaign he was a wujen... a heavily perverted wujen with about 20 scarves. He'd generally misdirect his perversions onto the barbarian in the party... One person was sleep walking naked, he hid round the corner perving while the barbarian went and woke her up,, needless to say she was naked and screaming in fear of some smelly barbarian looming over her so my wujen rushed in and covered her up using a couple of his larger scarves. He also had a habit of finding things purely by luck. Such as falling down a set of stairs, getting a panty shot of the girl mentioned above and then spotting a hidden lever from the corenr of his eye.

I miss D&D...

/cry

I remeber my fav D&D character was from when I was still new to the game. We were still playing 2nd edition and It was a swanmay cleric. I used a staff as a weapon and I can remember one night when I just could not stop rolling 20's, that was a very good night. I loved that I could turn into a swan and fly to my teamates in need, I miss that. Another character was an Elf fighter with a wing template, I had a fly by attack where I could hit several opponants with one attack. I once came in and saved my party from death but because their characters were out cold they did not see my save them and they all think it was luck that they survived. And now I play a Pixy cleric/rouge that can use fire spells in a campain that is based off the legend of zelda game.
I ment to ask dude if you live in upsate ny we are always looking for new players.

I can't honestly pick just one character, as I've played for years, and my husband and our friends played for years before. There's not much to say for a character unless your imersed in his/her story and mishaps.

INC wall of text ! These are my most memoriable and favorite moments from our D&D games!

Some of the players:
Billytinsal is a RL friend who used to D&D it up with us. Often gets in to trouble.
Demonfligner my husband. Both played for years as a player and then started running games.
Luramynal wife of Billytinsal, always very neutral.
Deathborne RL friend of mine and Demons, prone to powergaming.
maxamillion RL friend of mine and Demons, notorious for chaos.
ixchel RL friend of mine and Demons and fiance' of maxamillion.
Angellika RL friend of mine and Demons and DM of the old games from back in the day.
celebrindal RL friend of mine and Demons, very steady player but prone to outbursts of chaos.
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2006 - Epic LVL Campaign started in Faerun (6 person party all around lvl 20 who are in the beginings of gaining god lvls as well, this game got insane once we hit the late lvl 30's with 20+ god lvls on us)

We're on the 3rd level of hell, after days and weeks moving through a realm that is a boundless series of rifts filled with slime and being constantly covered by hot ash sprays from the volcanoes that cover the plane, we come before the black stone city of Minauros.

A war ensues when we arrive. The war is not because of us, it's from the constant fighting between plane lords. We fight our way through hoards of demons and other denzi and burst through the great iron doors of the central keep of the black city of Minauros.

The doors close behind us and we are sealed into the great hall dominated by the lord of this plane Mammon the Arch Devil. A loud noise resounds in the pitch blackness of the hall, we fall back into a strategic defense position our backs to the iron doors.

The great foot falls of iron scraping iron turn into thunder as what ever creatures lies in the darkness charges. Krumm (cele's fighter) is charged by a golem of iron, head on and a battle ensues. A little lore goes along way, and before us we find ourselves fighting not a simple iron golem. But "The Iron Golem of the 3rd Level of Hell" and it's kicking the shit outta of our party.

Our Cleric (Billytinsal): I'm going to grapple it.
Everybody plus DM: What?
Our Cleric (Billytinsal): I rolled a 35 YES! Does that grapple him?
DM (Demonfligner): :stunned looked: you know what.......sure...
Our Cleric (Billytinsal): Yes!
DM (Demonflinger): ...but now your arms are broken.
Our Cleric (Billytinsal): What? How? Why! I grappled him!
DM (Demonflinger): Yes, you sorta kinda, grappled the leg of "The Iron Golem of the 3rd Level of Hell", he's freakin gargantuan. He's even named for god sakes! "The Iron Golem of the 3rd Level of Hell" how many golems in hell get names!
Our Cleric (Billytinsal): So my arms are broken? *fumes*
DM (Demonflinger): You tried to grapple "The Iron Golem of the 3rd Level of Hell"!!
Our Cleric (Billytinsal): Can my arms be fixed?
Everybody plus DM: Your the cleric..

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2004 - beginning of a campaign started in Dragonlance (Demonflinger is the DM so also any NPC's interacting with players)

In a small town the party is on the beginning of a quest. An NPC aproached us and seems to find great interest in one of our fighters. Unbeknownst to the party the merchant is a deity in diguse by the name of Hiddukel, the prince of lies. I don't entirely remeber why he chose that character or what the whole plot was but it was good.

Fat merchant (NPC - Hiddukel): I asked you your name.
Warrior (player): *snears at him and doesn't say anything*
Fat merchant (NPC - Hiddukel): You do have a name don't you? Even bastard children of whore mothers get names.
Warrior(player): *tries to ignore the merchant*
Fat merchant (NPC - Hiddukel): Again sir, I inquire as to your name I have told you mine. *smiling*
Warrior(player): *with a sarcastic grunt* Assknuckles

For the rest of the campaign the warrior was know as Asskunckles and he hated it both in character as well as out of character.

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2001 or 2002ish

This is a campaign I didn't play in, but Billytinsal, Luramynal and Demonflinger did. Angellika was the DM.

Imagine your party is up against imaginable odds. Your gut instincts tells you that the DM means it this time, he's finally killing off your whole party. All your lvl's don't mean much to the DM, they mean alot to you tho...

A dragon is coming, it's bearing down swiftly on your party from the sky, and you and your party have no where to go. Your in an open field, the situation is grim. The Ogre-Magi (Demonflinger) in your group is going to turn into a puff of smoke and leave if things get to intense. Then again, even if he does die, he made a clone of himself so it's not a true death.

The halfing in your group (Billytinsal, the original Billy Tinsalfoot) is a Kender (if you've read Dragonlance I'm sure your slapping yourselves in the face right now) and is screaming about how completely awesome it is that everybody is going to get eaten by a dragon and is getting ready to leap upon the swooping behemoth because MAN! that'd be fun!. With a critical dice drop the Kender (Billytinsal) makes it up onto the dragon as it dives by and with further sucessful roles climbs up onto it's back heading towards it's head. The dragon pays the halfling no mind as the party below it is far more of a problem.

Kenders are nauturally stupid with magic, it's unfortunate that this particular Kender took 1 lvl in wizard. In this campaign wild magic exists, if you fail your roll on a spell cast, a number of misc things could happen that are entirely based off of chance. The Kender makes it to the dragons head, and trys to cast the spell daze in the dragons face to make it veer off course.

He rolls a casting failure and gets a wild magic effect.

To the joy of the party and the dismay of the DM, the wild magic that happened turned the dragon to stone. So now a Kender halfing (Billytinsal) is smiling while ridding a stone dragon to the ground because this is the fastest way he's ever experienced to get the ground. He then remebers it's the only way he's ever gotten to the ground because kender can't fly. He get's one chance to jump off before the dragon hits the ground and kills him. He rolls another natural 20 and lives. There was a very upset DM haha.

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This one is as well from another campaign that Billy, Luramynal and Demonflinger played in with Angellika DM'ing. (This 1 campaign went on for like 3 years, they changed characters countless times, there's alot of stories heh)

After a huge battle that took hours, the party finds themselves with 1 dead member and 5 very badly wounded ones and they are still inside whatever foul dungeon their adventuring has led them too. Their cleric is a cleric of kelemvor (god of the dead) and doesn't alway see a reason to petion her god to revive the souls of those who have moved on to his embrace.

The party knowing full well that they're in a dire situation decided to take matters into their own hands. In another area of the dungeon they came across a large tank of some form. It was filled with a murky substance that one of the casters deemed to be possibly magical. I'm not sure exactly how about the decision came up to throw the body of the departed into the tank but it did. Regardless, it happend and the hope was that the magicalish waters would restore him back to life. Unfortunately nobody spoted the giant fish that also lived in the tank. As his body floated down the fish swam right by and swallowed him whole. This time the DM laughed.

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Just thought of another one of Billy's: (this is the old campaign when demon, lura and billy played with Angellika as DM I wasn't part of this one but fuck they had some funny ass shit happen)

The party is in a city on Faerun (not a huge city but a nice one, maybe Luskan). The are not fighting this is a diplomatic mission, the are here to talk, gain some insight and to work out a solution to a problem through words. They have a meeting with the magistrate and council members of this city at the dawn of the next morning. As night falls, Billy Tinsalfoot a halfling kender (yes they got a kender into Faerun) manages to elude his party members and sneaks out for the night. He decides he wants to go look around the city council building where their meeting is to be held, many of the officiants live there as well. He avoids guards and patrols with ease and wonders aimless around for awhile. At somepoint he comes to an area that it is to dark to see in. Thank god he learned some magic (again this world uses wild magic and kender are HORRIBLE at magic use) so he casts a simple divination spell called light to light his way. However the magic goes horribly wrong, and instead of getting a little blue ball of light he gets a herd..yes that's right..a HERD! of Rhino's. Which tear through the entire building, killing everyone in except for Billy Tinsalfoot who makes all his reflex saves and takes no damage..AT ALL. He returns to the Inn with the party and nobody knows any different untill the following morning.

(felt I should note: for those doing their lore checks...yes I said a kender in a faerun city, some world hoping went on earlier in the campaign)

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Oh and let us not forget the countless times...that Demonflinger as whatever character he was (he played evil for awhile trying to learn the intricacy's of being an evil character) would just outright kill whatever NPC the DM had set before them.

example: the party had been attempting to take care of this particular issue, a big issue actually, however they kept getting side tracked with misc side quests and random shit. Finally, it seemed all the bullshit was over, they where back on track they had actually gotten some information as to the main plot. Suddenly an NPC approaches the party, and begins to ask if they could, "Help me save so and so!". Demon as his Ogre-Magi says, "No, we have more important things to do." The NPC proceeds to ask again and again, and starts to veer the partys attention to her plee for aid instead of the main mission. Demon attacks the NPC...

Or perhaps the time the time Deathborne got killed by an epic lvl fisherman who beat him to death with a fishing pole, who then kicked his corpse off the dock and let it drift out to sea.

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Game 2008:

(DM = Demonflinger / Players = me, cele, death, ixchel, maxamillion, angellika, luramynal and billytinsal) - big group tho billy, lura and angellika didn't always show up).

Our party is dealing with the god wars aftermath from Demon's previous campaign. Basically it involves alot of world hopping, trying to prevent an overgod from a parallel dimension from claiming this dimension as his own. It's not just D&D based worlds we jump to but worlds like resident evil, silent hill, ancient greece and The Dark Tower series.

This takes place in some random dungeon:

We are about to be overrun by some big ass monsters (I think gargoyles) and we're running through rooms trying to get out.

Warrior (Maxamillion): Keep moving I'm going to baracade the door!
Everybody else: With what! just run!
Warrior (Maxamillion): With this! (busts out a iron door)
DM (Demonflinger): What the fuck? I call shenanigans...where'd you get a door from?
Warrior (Maxamillion): Oh back in that house with all the ghosts and stuff.
DM (Demonflinger): You're tellin me you've been carrying around a iron door for the past...what? 3 years game time.
Warrior (Maxamillion): Yea I guess so...seriously though, I can, have you seen my strength ability..
DM (Demonflinger): *perturbed* Ok, I'll let you have the door but it CAN'T be iron I'll let it go with a wood door.
Warrior (Maxamillion): *gets the D&D Books* ... but look, theortically I should be able to carry the weight of the door easily.
DM (Demonflinger): What other weapons are you carrying right now?
Warrior (Maxamillion): Well I got my 2 hander, and all that stuff we picked up last game...so... 3 great axes, 2 short swords... *list continues*
DM (Demonflinger): So with all that that you're carrying, can we just say that you have a wooden door?
Warrior (Maxamillion): But it's iron.
DM (Demonflinger): *fumes* fine then loose the weapons.
Warrior (Maxamillion): ok ok it's a wooden door, that I use to epicily barricade the doorway!
DM (Demonflinger): Well it's a wood door, they'll tear through in 1 round.
Warrior (Maxamillion): I use this coatrack to further support the door and run.
DM (Demonflinger): You have a coatrack?
Warrior (Maxamillion): Yea I picked it up the same time I picked up the door.
DM (Demonflinger): ..... ok I'm callin a break.

My favorite would have to be my human cleric, Rick James of Bitch. Heres the thing about it. When I first started, it was because the party had no healer and I had nothing to do so I made a cleric. I wasnt intending to play him that long. I didnt take loot,eps, nothing.But a little while passed stil noone else showed up to play the healer, so I stuck on. First part was coming up with a name. This was during the time the Dave Chappelle was actually relevant, and one of the players out of nowhere said " Im Rick James, bitch! " and just for some cheap laughs I took that as my name. The funny thing is, I started off with no intention of keeping him that long, and yet he became what of the best characters in the party lol He was great at turning, healing was unmatched, and I was reliable in combat as well, and the more the game progressed the more useful I became.
Probably one of his 2 best actions was during one quest, I was taking crap loot, but in return I charged the other players for healing. Well one day im looking around the stuff I got and realise im lugging around a large anvil, and a staff.Using some of the "fees" I collected from the party members I had it combined into a weapon next time we reached town. Afterwards I had it enchanted, and thusly Bitch Slap was born. It led to a very BIG problem though.Because it was really good, the other players wanted it. I wasnt even dead and they were claiming that once I did croak they got dibs on it. Needless to say I was really annoyed. So, I started charging them extra EVERY time they even mentioned it. Being the only healer has its benefits who'da figured lol Using the extra money I also hired some of the party members as body guards. Not to protect me from dying, but to protect me once I died. That way I could get ressurected and keep bitch slap. the 2nd favorite thing I did was we were in a tower fighting skeletons, I was out of turns for the day so we just barricaded whatever we could to shorten the amount of enemies to fight. Problem is, a GIANT undead came lubering over the hills and over to our tower. So while the others fought the skeletons, me, the wizard, and the archer of the group threw everything and the kitchen sink at this guy but he still wasnt going down. Eventually we had him on his last legs, when I had an idea. I lept at the giant zombie and hit em with bitch slap. Luckily it was the killing blow and he began to fall back. So I did what I wanted to do...ride the giant zombie to the ground lol Not long afterwards the campain started losing momentum, players argued, some left, new ones showed up, usual stuff.
Nowadays Rick is a retired character, but if I get a chance to play him again, ill easily take it

I'm playing with my dad and two of his friends, one of them the DM. We were playing Castles & Crusades, more or less the same thing, just the original version. We were sent out to this old mansion to see if the wizard was still alive.
Me: Wood Elf Monk
Dad: Dwarf Cleric
Gnome Illusionist
Friend1: Human Fighter

There's a couple of huts outside the mansion, several goblins outside and several inside. I sneak around back and sneak into the hut. The illusionist cass a spell to make an illusion of a red dragon crawl out of the ground and breath fire on the goblins, effectively killing them. The fighter charges and hacks away at already dead bodies. The orcs inside the hut hear me and one spins around and gets me in the side, great axe slicing straight through and lodging into the wall, my body falling to the ground in two with a natural 20. The cleric and illusionist hear my dying scream and run into the hut, and the fighter runs to the side of the hut and stabs his sword through the weak wall, his two-handed sword stabbing through the back of the clerics head (he had a 10% chance to hit an ally, a 90% chance to hit an orc) and kills him. Another orc sends his axe through the hut, catching the fighter in head, splitting it in two. The gnome shudders, and turns to run. An orc hiding in the shadows uses his bow and sends the illusionst face first into the dirt motionless.

The DM spends the next few minutes laughing, and we start another adventure (he had figured that the other friend would do something stupid like that) after only thirty minutes.

Just remebered another funny one that involved my Husband in a campaign that spanned years.

The party had arrived in Waterdeep. For those that do not know, Waterdeep is a very large city, to the point it takes probably a day or so to cross it at it's widest point. I do not entirely recall their purpose in the city, but the party is as follows:

Billy Tinsalfoot (kender rogue with 1 lvl in wizard) - yes they go a kender into faerun
Raspul (husbands character - ogre magi - Neutral Evil) - actually from dragonlance as well
Cleric of Kelemvor
Morvo (hobgoblin warrior with leadership skills) - Raspul hated Morvo and all of his smelly annoying goblin minions
I don't remeber the other players but there was 2 more

Our story begins:

After a long day of fruitless endevours the party meets up to retire at a house they are staying at. Raspul has had about enough of the hobgoblins arrogance and decides it's time he did something about the foolish ingrate. As the party sleeps securely in their rooms, Raspul turns into a puff of smoke and vanishes out side. He spends some time traveling to the one of the finest merchant districts in the entire city, ducking behind a building he polymorphs himself into one of Morvos minions.

Through the district he runs till he finds what he's looking for. A fine building with fine walls, nearby he spies a paint container with a brush. In large red leaders the ogre magi disguised as a goblin minion of Morvo writes "Morvo is Ruler of all, all bow before him!" he ensures that he is spotted and as cries of alarm echo down the street he scampers away. The DM drops a chance die.

Raspul reforms into his cloud form and sneaks back in to join the rest of the party who's sleeping. Recall they've been all over town trying to gain information so many many people have not just seen them, but know where they are staying. They are a unique part to begin with.

Raspul falls back to sleep and some hours pass. Suddenly he is awakend by the smell of smoke and the sound of angry voices fills the air outside their quarters. Peeking out the window his eyes fall on the shadows of an angry mob of people with guards, magistrates and others. It's not the avearge everyday rable, these are people of wealth and they are sooty their clothes singed, fine garmets ripped and tattered.

The rest of the party start to wake up as well, the mob is screaming for the blood of Morvo and his minions as well as the rest of his associats. Argueing internally ensues as Morvo defends it wasn't him nor his minions as they had been investigating a passage way they found in the basement of the building a few hours ago. The guards can no longer hold back the mob of people, torches are flung to the party's building which catches fire. Chaos ensues.

Raspul strangely has a soft spot for the kender whom he grabs shoves in a barrel and hurls out a window, the kender rolls and bounces far down the street and into the night. With the only party member the ogre-magi was remotely concerned about safe, he winks at Morvo as he turns into a puff of smoke and disapears out the with the rest of the smoke billowing from the rapidly burning building.

From his areial view he see's two of his party members who walked out to try and talk and/or be taken hostage brutally slain. His gaze spans the city to find that half the city is burning, the ring of carnage expanding out from the merchant district he was in early. The DM explains to him that the random role he had dropped earlier was to see if Raspul in his haste knocked over a nearby lit latern. The lantern did fall, which caught the oil and paints on fire which in effect turned into an inferno that the local garrison could not contain. Local and city mages came in but the inferno raged to hot and hard to be quelled entirely. The guards who first appeared saw the named scralled on the wall...

Only Raspul and Billy Tinsal survived the encounter. Morvo decided that instead of dying as two other party members had, he and his minions would take their chances in the secret passage he found in the basement of the building. As he pushed deeper and deeper into the pitch black depths the hobgoblin and his followers found himself surrounded by a small scouting party of drow. Suddenly aware he was in some underground cavern Morvo understood and death quickly followed.

Eul, these stories are terrific

wait wait lol it wasn't a soft spot for the kender, I remeber now. He actually found the kender annoying and occasionally had to make will rolls against himself to see if he'd eat the kender LOL. That's right!!, he used the kender as a saving grace later. So if the party turned on him, he was evil after all, he could use his saving of the kender as a free pass or as leverage. LOL LOL LOL

Free Pass
you know, "well I did save the kender in waterdeep." and the party goes, "ok fine!, but don't let "misc bad thing he did" happen again."

Leverage useage
"Raspul we shouldn't do this, it's wrong." and Raspul replies, "I did save the Kender in Waterdeep, this isn't that bad you know I'm not a bad guy." ... wink wink nudge nudge.

Kender jumping in too...
ie. "No No!! don't kill him, he saved me ya know!".

Har har just thought of another scenario curstosy of my husband and his ogre magi antics.

The party was in a dungeon and they were fighting something that was pretty close to being beyond them.

Scene:

Molten lava rained down about the group, the floor seeped with great gouts of fire as the balor fell upon them. Brave fighters they were, each possing unique and amazing skills. They kept the balor at bay with spell and sword, axe and shield.

The Ogre-magi snarled again. "I've had enough!" he screamed to the cleric who stood behind him. Her healing spells had all but avoided him since the balor and it's fire came upon them. The flames and intense heat negated Raspul's powers of regen and over the past few moments he had been beaten down and knew without aid he would soon be laying there dying. "Purposefully you let me die." he snarled at her. She smile, "To the embrace of Kelemvor all shall go." Her attention returned to the other party members, leaving Raspul to fend for himself. "So be it, may you god of death smile upon you so eagerly." He cast an incantation but not ath the balor before him.

Wispy and cloudlike he became, his sight was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He looked past his party and past the balor. 200 yards before him gapped a great dark chasm. "I can recover my strenght there." he thought and as he thought he traveled towards the cool embrace of the dark corrider. Out of the firery reach of the balor his physical body mended, tho he was but a cloud he could feel the strength returning to him. Into the darkness he traveled, his ears barely making out the cries of alarm at his departure from his party receding in the distance far below him.

Into the darkness he plunged, it was cool the air stale with age, his curiosity getting the better of him he traveled deeper into the gloom. His airy spell was waning and he dropped rapidly to the ground. His spell fading he stood to his full height of 8feet to scan the deepening gloom before him. His pale blue skin did little to hide him in the darkness, but he cared little. Quickly casting an incantation he made himself invisible in the event he ran into anything hostile. The clangs of battle of his fellow party members rang through the hall, and the balors roar sounded loud and harsh. He looked back for a split second, shrugged and stepped deeper into the hallway.

Walking cetainly wasn't condusive to a proper investigation, especially in a place so large. Another spell rang from his lips and two great leathery wings sprouted from his back. He took to the air once again. Flying through the gloom he suddenly felt as if he was flying through cob webs, but he felt nothing on his skin to suggest he had. His magical invisibility had been stripped however, he could feel the protetive magics stripped away. Confused he looked about the room sensing out for anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly a great fire blazed to his left, and another from his right, momentarily blinded his hung in the air stunned for a few moments. From each side of the room great stone behomths stood carved. "Shit!" he thought, he knew it then, he had flown right through a magical barrier of some kind. He eyed the stone behemoths warily, his eyes burning from the fires that now blazed. One of them moved.

"Son of a bitch!!" Raspul cried, as flew as fast as his conjured wings would allow, he hit another trigger of some kind in his haste and suddenly the hallway erupted around him as scores of undead fell from hidden walls and broke through decaying masonry. He flew with the fury of 10000 demons, bursting back into the great chamber where his party stood, the balor dead at their feet.

"Raspul!" cried the warrior. "You need to come down here and explain your cowardice in battle!". Raspul still in full flight flew directly over the party, snarled, "The clerics a bitch." The warrior fumed and the entire party scowled. "Enjoy your time together... friends." Raspul smiled and with another incantation, "may it be your last." He disapeared from sight again as a small contigent of undead swarmed from the dark hall. Resounding foot falls and a bright fire light followed in the wake of the undead.

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This is totally a true scenario. I actually think the DM called game for 15minutes, did a rewind and made it so Raspul's flight never happened. He didn't want the party to wipe LOL

my favorite D&D character was a dark elf who never got started. me and my sister were getting ready to play d&d and we decided to create some character classes. i ended up creating the Shade(that's what i called it, not sure if it already exists) class for my dark elf. the class was sort of a magical assassin, focusing on stealthy and damaging spells, traps, ranged combat and not being seen. we never ended up playing though, which is sad because i fel in love with this character (named Rak'Zekrysn).

My favorite Dungeons and Dragons character would have to be my fighter/thief/mage Dusk Fairy. Most people dont play fairies but i love them, and so we created our own. Her name is Juliet Nyith. she is pretty sweet.

Hmm,

My fav to play are Barbarians. I had made a Half Orc fighter named Lastate that rhymed when he talked. Fun at first, but got old quick. I latter played a dark elf named Athena. But, after playing Wow a while I now hate Drows. Meet a few drows in Wow you'll see. Human's, & Dwarves much better. I always wanted to play a troll fighter mage, but couldn't in D&D had made a Shaman in WOw named Iazeb. Got him to 55 before getting WOTLK. The name was to be Imzeb, but I typed in Iazeb by mistake and went with it. It was to be a joke on I.M. Weasel. Only with my real first name of Zeb. Next to Dks shaman's are my fav class. I tried playing a warrior and....well I wasn’t a good warrior. And replaced him with a DK named NimKnew. Got her to lvl 67. Which is a bit on Nimue from the whole King Arthur story. as some people mispronounce it Nim knew. In that I also made a gnome DK named Rick Merlin. Whom is more like Merlinus Caledonensis, who some say Merlin is based on. Any way back to D&D I had started in A D&D and left to go play White Wolf. Came back with 3rd addition and was impressed that now you could make a dwarf paladin. So I made one named David. And there went enough players for it,.....so played a bit with just the GM and me. Then went on to another game when he decided to stop and played Liz the gnome who was a cleric and what I called a titan gnome which is basically a dwarf with a gnome name. As a child she had found a way to cure all her people of a dieses, but lost all her hair in the process. She was a bald titan gnome. Oh and all titan gnomes are really tall giants for gnomes as a real tall one of these Liz stood at 5'6ft. Again she was a giant gnome. mostly titan gnomes are while still giants for gnomes about 5'3ft. But, she was really tall. She was drunk most of the time. But, really good at healing spells. In a online message board sort of D&D game she fought Athena, who was an evil drow, but I changed her from a thief to a mage/ ranger.

Any way she though evil ended, up doing good in spit of her self and killed her granny who was a high priest of Lolth. Athena was accompanied by the sprit of her now dead vamp lover Timmy. Who's sprit was connected to a skull Athena carried. So he was Timmy the dread skull. Any way Liz was the hero that worked as a villain because she wanted to stop Athena's evil, but ended up fighting the good guy players. While Athena was the evil drow, whom worked as a hero, because she helped the heroes. In spite of her self. Though she was always tiring to find a way to make the situation work for her so she could take over and concur. She was evil, but never got it to work for her. She ended up saving the day, because of circumstances. And the heroes (I.E. other players.) ware doing good she tried to use them to get her way, but mostly ended up stopping the other great evil from wining so they wouldn't take what she wanted. The DM let me get away with it. So I went with it. I saw her as Neutral evil. And Liz was chaotic good. during one quest which had us fighting Lolth her self, and a possessed drider whom was posed by a Militant Myrlochar. Any way he mates with a good NPC that was a high elf mage. of the Dm's creation against her will to make a good driders npc the DM controlled. The Dm asked me to have Athena & Timmy team up with the posed Drider.


So Athena was now working for evil as evil. The other PCs saw her as a friend and some one secretly looking for redemption, but it was really a betrayal. So now that she was evil working as evil. Liz needed something to be, so she became a good gnome. And joined with the heroes to fight Athena’s evil. Any way at the end of the campaign Athena escapes with Timmy now in position of a dridder body, the dridder posed Militant Myrlochar was now killed and Loth defeated. Athena would join with other evils the Dm had and help fight her former friends. While Liz helped the heroes. Granted they were in a High elf base, so Liz was not there fav person. A drunken priest with as smart mouth amongst the High Elves. The Orc warrior in the party was more loved than Liz was. She was always asking for beer. The NPC High elves would look coldly at her and say they had none, but since she had helped save them they would offer her wine. She had no use for fancy wine and wanted beer. She spoke with a really bad Scottish ascent to make fun of how badly Hollywood screws up ascents. I'm Cajun so trust me when I say they butcher them. I cringe at the thought of gambit in the Wolverine movie. Her goes the bad Persian ascent in full swing for some one who's supposed to be a Cajun...yipy skipy. oy! I am one man who hopes Saber tooth cuts out gambits tongue early in the movie and he has to talk with sign langue or better yet pictures on cards like in the old bugs bunny cartoons. Sorry a bit off topic, but they have Brittney Spears, Ronny Cox, John Larocette, & Jeffrey Hunter (he [played Captain Pike.) all Cajun’s but yet no one in holly wood can ask any of them or at lest lesson to them talk in interviews and go oh that's how they talk doh!

Ok enough rant, back to topic. I tried to play Liz as a gnome a mage that didn't work so I played her as a warrior worked ,better, but I'm not good at warriors. Wanted to play her as a druid, but you can't make a gnome druid and again I don't like dark elves in wow. I recently played a multi class half elf character Freya Gerðr whom was about trying to be a merchant, but mostly killed people./ She had to many classes though she was a Rouge, Ranger, bard, Barbarian. needless to say there were to many classes for her to work so I didn’t use her much, but played her in WOW as a Paladin. I played these on different severs. Liz warrior, Rick Merlin and a few on one. And Nimknew, Iazeb and others on another. I'm hoping one day Wow will make goblin players for the horde since the Alliance gets gnomes. I'd say I'd want gnomes for the horde, but it would be to confusing. How to tell gnome horde from alliance gnome. So goblin is close enough. Having played a gnome I see there advantages now. And maybe a horde race that can become invisible like the night elves can. Maybe a Trow. Like the ones in Scottish folk lore.

Wait you can now play fey's in 4rth adition? awsome. Are they alwed as starter charters are do they have to be high lvl chacters?

If the DM allows it I guess /shrug. If they're in the monsters manual and a DM's not stupid they can make a class/race player playable easily.

Tho, I hate 4th edition I find it sooo bland and boreing. We actually have completely stopped playing D&D all together at this point. Debating if we should go back to 3.5. 4.0 ruined the game for some of us

I made my own fairy. I love her. My dm allowed that.

Ah ok cool. My Dm said they'd have to be high lvl. So I let it be. Hadn't played since AD&D. And mostly played 3.0. But, if they allowed the fey I thought hey that be cool. Mostly the closest I am to playing D&D now days is WOW. Is the 4.0 changes as bad as the changes from White Wolfs masquerade into Requiem? I haven’t played 4.0 I looked at the rules and went…em can we play 3.0? And My DM and other players were ok with that. Truthfully I barely flipped threw 4.0. I tried playing Requiem The Gangral blood line of Brujia sounded cool. Even though it wasn’t the same as being a true Brujih. Then I put my character Rev Zeb in the game as part of the LS. But, the game just confused me. And the other players. I tried to GM one since I liked Gming Masquerade, but oy it was just terrible. We were so confused we just dropped it and went to D&D 3.0. I don’t really know how bad 4.0 is I was annoyed that gnomes were now NPCs and the dragon players were aloud. I could care less if people played half dragons hey cool if you like em go for it. , but I missed the gnomes.







Ah ok cool. My half ELF WAS of PLANED TO BE OF THE fey and one of Overon's chief assassin till she decided to become a merchant. But, ends up saving towns cause there’s no other choice, though she prefers to sale the stuff she gets from monsters to mechanics, and has a wag brought by horses following her.

I had a human artificer who wore a bandolier of wands. It was really good when he found an ancient text that taught him how to use the 'spirit energies' of other creatures to charge his magic items. With some 20 different spells contained over 30 wands and the abilitie to dual weild (as in use 2 wands in one turn) my character was the ultimate spellcaster.

Problem is he couldn't take on a dragon.

I haven't played D&D since probably 1984 or 85. I loved it though because it was fun and it was different. It was something not everyone was doing. I remember trading so much of my stuff to the couple kids we knew had the books so I could stay up all night reading them over and over. I probably made hundreds of characters.

Sadly tho the only one that ever saw the light of day was a Elven Ranger and we only played for about a month that summer. To many of the ppl couldn't get into it and Nintendo was just starting to get popular.

Since then I've found people who played while I was doing my Ren Faire thing but I never had seen these ppl outside of faire. The most promising bunch of ppl I've come across were serious about it and we spent hours coming up with characters and settings. But I broke up with my GF ( don't date strippers that don't understand you are a geek at heart) and ended up moving back to Missouri from Ohio.

Not so sure how I'd even find a group for it now. Guess that's why I'm so addicted to WoW.

This killed me. I laughed so much my stomache is sore and I started to cry. These are the people I'd love to play with.

I'm just getting into this, and only have two, uncreated chars,
One's a psychotic pyromancer, (self created class) and the other, is a lick, inspired by Richard himself.

why don't you start on epic levels with a charactor who is both, a true richard

Yea that kid cracked me up during game. That was just one of the MANY scenario's with him. Soooo funny.