From: l2wang@mobius03.math.uwaterloo.ca (  Lei Wang  )
Subject: Re: Most powerful (N)PC ever (Tun-Rock)
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 10:47:58 GMT

     Frustration... It's when the DM's NPC

  Tun-Rock the Barbarian(1st edition)

  S:25 D:19 C:22 I:16 W:7 Ch:13   35th level Barbarian, Hp ~280(No con bonuses
                                                                after 9th)
  Major items:

  Two Claws +5 (d6+1/d6), of which Tunroc gets 5 attacks per round with.
  Necklace of 35% base MR for Tunroc(1st edition, where the MR encountered
                                     by an enemy mage is equal to 35% +
                                     5% * (difference in level between
                                           Tunroc and enemy mage))
  Girdle of Titan Strength
  Ring of Eyes(~= Robe of Eyes)
  Ring of Vampiric Regeneration
  (a few dozen other magic items, like boots of speed, wings of flying,
   etc.. everything he needed out of the DMG)

  Main stats:

  Saves averaged at -10, THAC0 around -25(+22 Dam with Claws), AC -25,
most N-W proficiencies from the PHB, with extra slots devoted to Endurance, 
Running, and Tracking.
  Tunroc had, though his long years of adventuring, disgarded his instinctive
anti-magic philosophy.


     lusted after me, who wanted NONE of his attention.

  Me:  Carlene the Rose, Human Female 3rd level fighter with a Charisma of 17.

  (This was in a campaign when four 3rd level characters, including me,
went after an Ogre Magi with 60% MR and two vorpal Katanas.  The Ogre
Magi had two powerful friends: 24th level mage, 15th level Nomad Fighter.
   The 24th level mage was a street beggar that our party's mage decided
to teach a few magic tricks to a month before the finale of the campaign.
He ran away a week later when not loved, toting the phrase 'I'll show them
ALL one day... I'll show them what I can really become!'.  I guess the
DM needed a second henchman for the Ogre Mage, so he made the street beggar
24th level.  The explanation was:  "He REALLY wanted to be somebody".
   The 15th level Nomad Fighter we encountered back when we were 2nd level.
We ambushed him and a few of his guards, killed his guards, and cornered
him un-armed.  He later got away, but not before our party ranger critically
shot his genitals off :-)
   When we learned of the Ogre's intent to seize total power in the city of
Calimport(in Calimshan, Sword Coast, Forgotten Realms), of course we gathered
up an army and went after them.
   When us four finally cornered the Ogre, Mage, and Nomad in their tower
(with the armies battling outside), they offered us a choice:  Join them
or die.
   It having dawned us that these guys were Way over our heads, we turned
and ran.
   Our army got crushed, and the Evil Three took over the city of Calimport.
But there's gotta be a happy ending, right?
   Of course.
   Tunroc the Northern barbarian came back from his northern journeys(where
we told them that dragons were gathering for a flight up north) and chased the 
Evil three out of their mansions in a matter of minutes when Tunroc took a 
disliking to the beer restrictions the Evil Three had set on the taverns.

The finale of the campaign was thus:
   The Nomad fighter, having escaped, ambushed the four of us in the
desert north of Calimport(10 specialized 1st lvl Archers, where specialized 
meant double base damage on sheaf arrows).
   It wasn't as one-sided as it seemed.  Through strategy and the strength
of arms(Carlene was specialized with two Katanas +1 with her 18/77 strength,
though still 4th level) we had taken down all of the archers, leaving
only the Nomad leader left.  He proceeded to beat the sh*t out of us.
   When we awakened, we discovered that the three male members of the 
party had their genitalia crushed by bricks, and I had all my hair shaven
(a minor punishment).
   Game over.

   It was a few weeks after the DM showed us the statistics of everything
and we said our good-byes that I fully realized how ridiculous the whole
thing was.

-- 
l2wang@napier.UWaterloo.ca
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