actually it was not thought out well at all...it was just pure luck. I was freaking out. going "Is my first character going to die?!"

now when I deal with the drow as a lvl 11 player...it is the drow that begin to worry. I am a lvl6 ranger, lvl4 wizard, lvl1 arcane archer that can do +12 damage to the drow for various reason. Needless to say I have many one-shot kills as I slaughter them. My group just fought its way into a drow city, regained some stollen elven artifacts, saved a bunch of slaves, and slipped back out. We had a few close calls...some a bit too close...

They had no idea what they were dealing with. My char is from Faerun and serves Shevarash and we are now in Tolis (sp?) where there is only one god per race. So Shevarash is unknown here. Menelanna is going to make sure the drow here learn to fear the name of the Black Archer!

And they better be even more afraid cause this elf can now cast fireball and lightning. Just one more level till I can embue my arrows as an arcane archer too. hehehe *rubs her hands together in a menicing way*

Menelanna:

They had no idea what they were dealing with. My char is from Faerun and serves Shevarash and we are now in Tolis (sp?) where there is only one god per race. So Shevarash is unknown here. Menelanna is going to make sure the drow here learn to fear the name of the Black Archer!

Menelanna:

And they better be even more afraid cause this elf can now cast fireball and lightning. Just one more level till I can embue my arrows as an arcane archer too. hehehe *rubs her hands together in a menicing way*

Sounds a really tough Elf. Fire and lightning is such a great combination.

why? do they have stinky breath?

(i was at the back of the group so i don't know about their bad breath)

Fayt Graydon:

why? do they have stinky breath?

Lets see...

One 3.5e D&D campaign I was in involved me playing a halfling cleric.  It also involved undead armies.  The other PCs used bows.  I...used rocks.  Which dealt 1-3 points of damage each.  Which was better than the bows against the undead.

Later in the campaign, I multiclassed to be a cleric/barbarian, for reasons involving rocks.  I think it was the DM who commented on literacy and barbarians not getting it.

Even later, my group was resting in the wilderness, and wanted something to eat.  They saw a rabbit, and shot it.  Like everything they had fought before then...it was an undead rabbit.  Not what you want for dinner.

After a while, the group captured the first enemy in the campaign who was not undead...and then wanted to turn him into a zombie...and they said it in front of a paladin in a city. The paladin and I were against making the captive undead.

this is one my friend told me. his DnD stories most often end with at least one of his party members dying. (some the entire party dies.)

Here is how he killed the whole party. Note that he was brain dead this night and he was still fairly new at playing. He was a mage and they were in a cavern that was fill with oil and other nice explosive things. Well the get attacked. One of the guys in the group says to him "Don't cast fireball!"

In his brain dead state he goes..."Fireball? Okay I cast fireball." The DM just stares at him gapping and goes, "Okay...KABOOM! Good job, you blow up the entire cavern and there is no sign that you ever lived. Now make new characters."

I have a good one, I have been dming for about a year now, and one of my friends has an annoying tendency to roll his dice all the bloody time.  When im talking, when im figuring stats out, whenever he has nothing to do. Classic case of ADD.  So one day,h e was particularily getting on my nerves, and i had them speaking with a nimblewright, an intelligent construct, and he goes to speak to it.  To speak, all you have to do is talk right, no DC required...so naturally he rolls to speak with the nimblewright.

Fenix(my friend): I'm going to talk to him(picks up his dice)

Me: Ok you approach the nimblewright("You don't need ur dice for this one")

Fenix:(Not listening to me, rolls a d20)"I speak with him"

(He get a 1, naturally)

Me: You approach the nimblewright and attempt to say hello, you bite your toungue so hard that you take 2d6 lethal damage, and mumble incoherintly. You then collapse from the pain in your mouth, and the nimble wright looks at you in disgust.