Ok, now for the Rest of the Story...
But first a couple of disclaimers,
1. It was almost 25 years ago, so my recollection of specifics and details has grown dim.
2. It is unknown to me whether the Third Party DM fudged anything, as he was part of our original group and certainly wasn't favorable towards Mr. Brag (I'll call him). He DID do his job well enough that Mr. Brag had no gripes when it was over (besides losing).
3. This story actually happened, but don't forget the reason I'm telling it. CHEESE NEVER WINS.
Mr. Brag's two ungodly (but laughably) powerful fighters. About 18th and 23rd levels. Both human, I think.
My elven female fighter/magic-user. 10/11th level, respectively.
AD&D first edition books/rules
The Scene setup...
We were put in a empty Roman style coliseum. To be "fair" to his fighters, we agreed to start fairly close to each other (about 12-15ft. maybe?). Flat-footed, nothing drawn. When the DM said go, our actions were written down for each round and given to the DM. Once given, no changes were allowed. The DM then explained out loud to both what we saw, heard, what was happening, etc. It went pretty much like this...
His first move was of course to draw swords, run at me attacking... right into darkness. I had fired off a quick darkness spell, so his guys can't see a thing. They're flailing around with no idea where I am. I dimension door up into the seating. This guy still had his fighters flailing around in the dark, hoping to hit something (I told you he wasn't a very good player). So much for the first couple of rounds.
Round three sees me launch a project image spell to the spot I had stood at the onset of this demonstration of his mighty warriors, who, by the way, hadn't cleared the darkness by the end of round three. Really? So...I had an idea while waiting for these fools to come out and round 4 to begin...
Round four starts and Dumb and Dumber make it out just in time to see my fighter/mage just finishing up a fire shield spell upon myself (well, the image).
Now, the next few rounds kind of run together because it was mostly straight melee, but I do remember the sheer glee that now resided on Mr. Brag's face. HE HAD ME NOW! He's wailing on me with sheer delight, oblivious (or ignoring) the fact that he's dying (from the fire shield spell)and, NO BLOOD coming from my wounds (the guy was dense I tell ya). The fire shield was taking it's toll on his fighters, but the dummy would not stop chopping at me. I made it look good though, like he was tearing me up good to keep the deception as real as I could.
Somewhere around the 8-10th round. he battered my image to wherever destroyed images go. VICTORY!!! OH WAIT! Even HE caught on there was no body. They were low on hit points from the fire shield spell, and I was ready. I didn't want to give him time to heal back up so I immediately started blasting them with fireballs. In the end, I think it only took two. I don't even think his guys made it to the edge of the arena. Just two roasted ducks in tin pots laying in the dirt floor of the arena, smoking.
Mr. Brag took the defeat of his two mighty champions fairly well, actually. I was surprised. Whatever was going on in his head didn't show, much. Little did I know what lay ahead for me because of that day, which led to one of the toughest spots I had ever been in in the game. But that, is another story.
Post edited January 01, 2014 by belgarrath