Editing Sameo

My Paladin was sitting alone in the tavern, while the party was doing some irreputable thing and didn't want me knowing, when a peasent comes in to warn everyone to hide, scouts saw the Orc army that had been aluded to during ithe entire campaign was just a few hours march. The Rest of the party had no idea and where away(and where actually getting killed by being stupid and being lead into an obvious trap.)My Paladin character, who has been laughed at his entire life for one thing or another, stepped up with an air of determination that would have made the most epic veteren of many wars quiver. He told the guards how to set up the defenses, as he rode off to prevent this town from being destroyed in any means he could.

This orc army had been devastating the lands. Since the beginning of the campaign have we heard about their Epic level Half fiend Orc Fighter specced cleric of Orc God leading the campaign on his No weaknesses Vampire Fang Dragon. His army of ten thousand marched to the town to claim it for their God.

And my level seven paladin rode off to Stop their reign of fear and destruction here.

I met an Orc Scouting party and told them to go tell their boss to surrender, otherwise this will be the last day he sees on this earth. the laughed, so I fought and broke their squad and won the fight against the ten of them by being smart and getting lucky.

In the mean time, the rest of the party had whipped by falling in the most obvious of traps and getting backstabbed. I so wanted to scream at them for being so stupid and warning them, but i wasn't about to meta game.

So the Dm concluded that the campaign was over. But i Stated i wanted to continue, and if i died, i died, i would at least see the rest of the story be told damn it.

So there i was, a the edge of this forest, watching the orc army move past me.

I took out my bow, and fired a shot into the mass, killing something.

Then again.

and again.

until they realized someone is killing them from the forest.

They sent in a group to find who it was. I Hid from all of them, and killed anyones who found me. I continued shooting into the mass, and they sent more into the forest.

I continued this for a few more minutes. Until finally i saw the Vampire fang dragon in the sky flying towards the forest. He used some sort of fire breath attack for some reason. and started burning down the forest.

I took pot shots at the dragon until i pissed it off something fierce.

I ran threw the cover of the forest, and searched for a fallen sturdy log, and a high Y shaped tree bearing. I lifted the log using all of my strength to drag it on to the y Shaped tree bearing. I fired flame arrows into the air to show the dragon where i was.

I mounted up as i saw it approach. and when it was close enough. I did something stupid. compared to everything else, it really was.

I rode my War horse up the Log and jumped into the air as high as it could go and then jumped off, passing the neccesary rolls to do so, and jumped on top of the dragon, grabbed the evil orc clerics boot, and de saddled him and made him fall. In the mean time, the dragon bit me, and did alot of damage and two negative levels. my horse died from its fall. I rolled to hit, and luckily, did max damage on my called shot to its wing, tearing it out. It plummeted to the Pine tree forest below, staking itself into the trees.

In it's death throws it breathed an everlasting curse against me, and screamed to it's master to avenge it, breathed fire everywhere.

And now in the clearing, I grogged in pain and attempted to heal myself while standing and watching threw hazed eyes as the Half-fiend Orc approached me, Giant bone tower shield and Great war axe in hand. I saw orc warriors circling the area.

The Orc warlord said something in orcish and the warriors stopped, circling us.

"I hope your ancestors grieve at the knowledge of the Stupidity they have sired. You will die this day, and not even in death will you escape the fate that you will face, as an eternity of pain beyond your comprehension awaits you. Your soul will be forever engulfed in suffering, and it will know no repense." as he heals himself and buffs himself up. "All you will find this day is death, and forever on.... only pain."

Initiative.

I win.

But I miss. So I draw back.

Move and attack, one attack hits, and brings me down to 15%.

I slam against a tree, and am brought down to 4 hit points, i pass my fort save versus massive damage.

new round, I hold off my turn until he is close enough to attack, as he comes near.

"Feel Accomplished Paladin, you made this day rememberable. For myself at least. And I will make sure that there will be no one left to remember you, your name, or what you did here. That Village will burn, and all within it will die. You are nothing but a stain on my blade. Nothing."

I knew it, this was it, there was no way i was going to live through this. Not even with a crit. I was going to die. But dammit i was going to down swinging.

So he spoke my Epitaph to my own thoughts and memories. detailing everything he knew, and why he had became a paladin, and even though everyone had laughed at him, and ridiculed him, that he would save them, even if they never cared, even if no one cared, or would ever care.

He walked up to deliver the final blow. And I screamed outloud and swung...

All hope resided on this die, i wanted some reamemberable scar to leave him with. Up to this point, this Die i had used, always failed me when it mattered the most. But I kept using it for the day that for all it's bad luck, it will one day churn out luck so unbelievable and count at the right time.

So I rolled to make it spin, making it last forever. and it finally came out..
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It had rolled a 1.

I groaned and the Dm laughed at me.

He said roll again to see how bad you fail.

I rolled again.

another 1.

I groaned again. the Dm laughed again, and told me to roll again, if i got another 1, i was dead.

I rolled, and thought about how embarrasing it was going to be to die by my own hand.

... 1.

I sat there in complete pissiness and threw my dice in the fucking trash can. as the Dm laughed and consulted his book of critical failures.

He rolled his dice. refrenced the book and froze.

"What, I decapitated myself didn't I?"

He didn't say anything.

"well what is it?"

He just looked up at me in a look of befuddlement and spoke words that i will never, ever, ever, ever forget.

"Player and adjacent target die." 

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