Since some people were interested in more original stories. These are back from my Larping days?
I was playing a Halfing and getting shit faced in a tavern with some friends. Turns out it was the anniversary of the big Huntress coming into town pretty much wrecking face. Door flies open and her and maybe 20 Wolves come storming in. I?m there with a bunch of low levels knowing everyone is fucked. She stops and says she?s there for sport, so will give us a good head start. I convince the others that when we reach the door, run like hell to the others. But I know some of the Wolves, and there is no way we would have all made it. We hit the door and I hear the Huntress scream for blood and I scream at the others to run. I make it about 10 feet when I hear the Wolves behind me. I stop dead and flip around and start throwing everything I have at them. These fucking wolves start spitting acid at me, so I?m dodging acid, claws and jaws, all the while trying to get all of their attention. The Huntress comes out and about a dozen of her Wolves are staggering, poisoned and disoriented. She?s screaming at me, ?what the hell did you do to my wolves?!? and I see the others reach the bridge a few hundred feet, not far from where others are held up. I know I?ve done my job, but pretty sure I?m not going to make it out. I reach for a few more vials and I get caught in the poncho I was wearing. Just then I get hit with a few spits of acid and about 3 wolves reach melee range. I go down pretty hard. For the next 15 minutes the Huntress and crew waited trying to use me as bait for the others, but no one ever showed. As I start tossing my stuff down, I?m getting congratulated by all the NPC?s because they realized exactly what I did. Awesome death number 1.
Playing the same character a different day, I was helping others explore this tomb filled with traps and various nasty. We come to this hallway that is filled with audible riddles with giant platforms. We found out the hard way if you get a riddle wrong, you get squished, and no amount of protection is going to save you. Turns out the traps were protecting a family of Vampires, who we of course inevitably awaken. So they?re none too thrilled that we?ve pretty much ransacked their place and they start beating the hell out of us. They wake up more and more, and we?re out number, out gunned and with little way to escape. I?m not sure how, but I convince them to parlay for just a minute, so I could apologize for what we?ve done. They decide it would be amusing to hear me beg for our lives, because they have no intention of letting any of us go. They gather around me and I tell them the answer to the riddle is cheese. None of them realized they had all walked on to an activate platform. I take out about a half dozen or so with me, and the remaining players manage to fight off the rest and escape while the remaining are trying to figure out just what in the hell happened. Awesome death number 2.
Now that I think about it, I?ve never had a bad death with that character.
A friend a mine played a warrior mage type. He and some others were trying to fight through this castle filled with all manner of crap. They get to the point where they need to bail, there?s simply too much to deal with. And way too much is chasing them down these narrow hallways there?s no way they could have gotten out. So he throws down a wall of force, which he?s required to stay there to maintain the wall. His buddies turn back to try and help, but he?s yelling at them to run, because he won?t be able to take much more damage. He buys them enough time to get out; I thought that was pretty cool.
There seems to be a theme here; as long as you sacrifice yourself to save others, it will be badass. Even if you get utterly reemed in the process.
