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Funny/Epic/Legendary moments
Ruan:
We've had some fun moments in the campaign that I've run. I'd need access to one of my player's notes to really post up (he has a list of the best quotes from sessions).
Buuuut...
Probably some of the most fun came from what I chose to use as a 'first boss', letting the players (and to a lesser extent myself) figure out the game.
Basically, I created mogwai - as in, classic Gremlins movie style, don't feed after midnight, don't get wet, mogwai (with liberties taken - for instance, they need to deliberately choose to breed instead of it happening automatically). Their leader was powerful enough to use a glamour and ran a Chinese restaurant with... dubious ingredients.
At that time, we had two apprentice wizards, a were-ox, and one I can't remember what he was playing. They ended up getting into a fight with the mogwai in the forest, which could've been bad for them... except (with no 'fudging' from me) the mogwai were constantly, consistently failing miserably at everything they did. With fireworks and traps and everything. Which worked perfectly, because epic fail is kinda what gremlins do best, even when it's happening to them. Eventually they defeated them, and then eventually their boss as well, but it didn't end there, somewhat to my surprise.
They ended up... well, not exactly adopting, but took in one of the mogwai. They ended up calling him Mog, since when they asked him what his name was he said "Mog... wai?" Effectively, one of the apprentices ended up taking him in, and he lived in the fridge. It was something of an ongoing joke for quite awhile, because every so often he'd pipe in from the fridge and they'd shut him up with a corndog. And he kept getting bigger, and bigger...
Later on in the campaign, a black court vampire attacked the house - they didn't think Mog was safe, so they told him take all the corndogs and run down to the river.
... yes, they told a mogwai to run outside at night, to water, with a bunch of food.
Soooo they dealt with the black court vampire, and then the vampire's master... only to soon after hear about strange sightings and disturbances down by the river. Sighing, they geared up, and went to investigate... to find Mog holding a rave in a run-down old shack, MUCH bigger, very urbane (think Brain-Gremlin from Gremlins 2), with a bunch of smaller mogwai following after him. After a bit of talking, they find out that the ones causing the disturbance is a splinter group that broke off from Mog's 'tribe'.
They investigate (it's winter at this point, by the way), and they end up confronting Wai - the leader of the splinter sect. It turned out that the main reason that they split off from Mog's tribe was that they don't like corndogs - HERESY! Only problem was, instead they were hunting livestock and the occasional pet - given time, it might have even escalated further. The group challenged the tribe to a fight, but they didn't want to hurt them, and the mogwai tribe was more in the mood for mischief and fun anyway...
Cue epic snowball fight that lasted the last half of the session - the kind that can only occur when one of the (by now) wizards in the party is a water mage. Who, of course, won in the end, getting Wai with a huge snowball and taking him out.
After the more serious arc prior with the master black vampire, the players all appreciated the breather, and had a lot of fun with the session. Much laughter and shenanigans were had, they got some solid roleplay in, and they had a combat where no one actually got hurt.
Fun times.
Powderdry:
One of my characters is an earth mage with a penchant for gravity. He likes to turn gravity off for certain players when they did something stupid. He made two of the party members into balloons.
Lakaz:
So i was running a game set around the fae, set in a sort of blend of the Dresden Files universe and The Secret World. A summer fae hired the Phoenicians (Kind of a much, much less scrupulous version of Monoc Securities) to kidnap Jack Frost and the Green Man of the Spring during the solstice to interrupt a ritual to end summer and begin winter in the world.
We had four players, only two of whom are relevant to this story. We'll call them Player 1 and Player 2. Player one was an active member of our group, playing a sort of elementalist/spirit talker who communes with the elements, and also the face of the group. Player 2 was married to player 1 IC'ly and OOC'ly, being her husband, and was clearly just along because his wife asked him to come. For the opening first half of the starting session he pretty much said nothing, when intereacted with he mostly shrugged and murmured something non-commital. I was cool with this, he made it pretty clear he didn't much want to be here (Although he was never rude about it) and i didn't want to force him to play if he didn't want to so i eventually stopped trying quite so hard to get him involved.
Anyway, right at the end of the game the party came across a squad of phoenicians out in the woods with a campervan, having crashed into a ditch. The party came along pretending to be passers by looking to help whilst really looking for clues inside the van, and a social encounter started, the party trying to keep up the act of just being some passers by (And finding nothing but a bunch of digging equipment, like shovels and whatnot). Player one failed a few rolls and one phoenician punched her inside the van and drew a gun. At this point we hear a voice, IRL, going "I hit the phoenician on the back of the head with a shovel".
It was player 2, and i swear to god everybody looked around for a moment or two wondering who was speaking, because nobody had heard him properly speak all game. He continues "They had digging equipment right? So i hit him on the head with a shovel". As it turns out, there is ONE way to get player 2 to take part in the game: Threaten his wife, if only ic'ly.
A roll later and the phoenician is unconscious and the other slips away (There were only two), and the group decide to question the phoenician and player 2 goes into full-on "Psycho cop" mode, putting a bucket on the phoenician's head to blind him, striking the bucket a few times and, i quote "Saying things like 'if we don't get home soon to watch Downton Abbey i'm gonna snap'". The poor guy never stood a chance, and spilled everything he knew more or less on the spot.
P2 sadly seems to have gone back into "Non-commital murmur" mode, and we've gotten very little out of him since, but it's only been one session since then, and if i ever want to get him involved again... i now know what to do
Jabberwocky:
A currently broke Red Court vampire: "F*ck this! I'm supposed to be the horror of the night! Not to be dragging myself through the city on a tram!"
:-D
Taran:
I just need to add this as it just happened. (19 refresh game) Long story short:
Hired by a secret Greed Eating White Court Vampire to take a 7 tonne bomb (largest non-nuclear bomb built) into the Deeps to destroy the White Court Leadership. After my character fights his way down to the centre of a meeting in the Deeps (my character had killed Lord Raith the previous evening which is why they were meeting), I approach the detonation site but, suddenly....
the bomb goes off prematurely....
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