Here is an anthology of the best moments we've seen while playing at Warhammer and AD&D. From the funny to the spectacular while looking at the weird, we've seen it all!
We confess our worst secrets and our biggest prides... It is recommended to read  the section "our groups"  before this document.
 
 

1. You won't be upset, right?

           It was one of our first modules. Malax and Erich Anton were determined to see what was hid in some suspicious crates and to do so they decided to get hired in the depot where they were deposited. After much bargaining and use of diplomacy (c'mon, you know it'll be better for your legs if you employ, huh, kiddo?), our 2 heroes are employed. So they can be alone when they open the crates, they pay 2 other employees to keep the manager occupied who is already very suspicious. Unfortunately, the manager already saw them walking around the crates and the two men payed can't stop them, so he ruthlessly fires them. And Erich Anton is VERY frustrated. So, the night after, he decides to act. He wakes up with the rest of the group, and they all go out by the window so they won't be seen (yes, you guessed it, what he planned wasn't very legal). So they all go through the window except Malax (he was afraid of getting hurt) who goes by the stairs. And he also decides to take his horse, just to wake up all the hotel. We must say that Malax was very proud of his first horse. When we finally get to the depot, Erich Anton takes his lighter, and burns all the entire place! And they run, they run VERY fast. Of course, the next day, Malax gets arrested, because everybody heard him, go Malax! And just when they think they are going to die at the end of a rope, they learn where were just called as witnesses. But Malax gets a 200 G.P fine. When you have about 20GP in your pockets, it hurts...

2. Just to test the virility...

We had been captured by Orcs. They were giving us 2 options: either they eat us alive, on we or we make Half-Orcs with their females so they can get the closest possible to the human race. After 20 minutes of discussion, we decided: we must save our hides, and we'll only have to put a bag on their faces or close our eyes! The next part doesn't need telling...
In the 12th century, we can't wait for the condoms!
 

3. No! I won't do it!!

The boss of an important clan had given to Greedy Guts the easy mission of penetrating in the first floor of 2 story house to steal some important documents without alerting the people living on the second floor. There was a cowshed behing the house. After spending a half-hour looking for the papers, he still didn't find them.But when he looks down the latrines. he sees a a little black box. Guessing that the papers were in it, he absolutely refused to jump in the shit hole. But, after this historic declaration, he opened the door of the cowshed thinking it was just another room, while walkling in it, he stepped on a goose's tail, who took the occasion to scream a bit...A after reglementary neck-bracking, our hero realised that the people upstairs had been waked up and were walking down the stairs. But Greed Guts still refused to jump in the poop to take the papers before leaving. After useless theories ( try to fight alone, hide in the cowshed, hide on the roof of the building...), Greedy Guts took the best solution: "Guuuuuyyyyyssss!! Heeeeeeeeellllpppp!!!"
And so, our hero left the city, quickly, as a son of the wind that he is, followed by 6 guards on horses...

4. Je n'oublie jamais un traître...

On était arrivés dand une nouvelle ville. Et là, idée de génie, on a voulu dévaliser l'armurier...Donc, on entre chez le commercant, en prévoyant lui envoyer une flêche à côté de la tête histoire de lui faire peur... Seulement, Erich Anton rate, et transperce le crâne de l'armurier, qui a juste eu le temps de hurler à la garde (comme par hasard...). Donc, on choppe ce qu'on veut et on fout le camp. Malheureusement, les gardes nous attendent à la sortie. Tallainal, dès qu'on le prend au collet, s'écrie, d'une voie terrifiée: "C'est Malax!! C'est Malax!!"! Notre (quelque peu susceptible) nain favori lance et échoue joliment un test de calme. Et là...Vlam! Et, un, un coup de hache bataille dans la gueule pour Tallainal... Bonjour le point de destin! (Quand on y pense, c'est pas logique pasque Malax lui a littéralement enfoncé la mâchoire dans le bitume, mais enfin bon, le joueur pleurait assez fort :) Pendant que le reste de la bande s'éclipse discrètement, Malax reste seul pour affronter 2 patrouilles de 6 gars...La routine quoi...:)
PS: le joueur de Tallainal crie haut et fort qu'il n'a pas pleuré quand il a perdu un point de destin...Enfin bon...

5. Fortiche, l'endormi!

Il était environ 3h du mat' et on était tous fatigués. Nos persos exploraient un souterrain skaven. Alors, on arrive à un couloir et le MJ nous dit: "Vous arrivez à un couloir en épingle à cheveux..." Alors moi, comme un con, j'me la ramène: "Ben je ramasse l'épingle..." Pendant au moins 2min j'ai pas compris pourquoi ils riaient tous de moi!

6. Quelque chose me chatouille le ventre, docteur...

Rien de plus pour l'instant. Si vous voulez envoyer les vôtres, libre à vous, mais SVP signez-les!
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