So Twice a month I run a D&D (3.5, not 4.0) game. This particular campaign has been going for something like five years now and is about the reach its conclusion.
I just wanted share my favorite moment from the game last night.
The characters were having breakfast in a besieged Dwarven city under the mountain. From the kitchen they heard a violent disturbance. At once they sprang into action and one, a barbarian, of the characters rushed to spot next to the kitchen door. A moment later a woman wielding two bloody scimitars came through, the barbarian swung and player confidently announce his roll to hit was a 37. (For those who do not play you general a number between 1-20 and add you modifiers to determine you roll to hit, 37 was an exceptionally high number to generate.)
The player was confident he scored a hit and I throughly enjoyed the look on his face when I announced, missed.
He turned to the others and said something along the lines of, “Oh, we’re in trouble.”