For a moment, I couldn't fathom why you would post an image of so awesome a Scotsman in this thread. And then I reread the OP, and I understood.

>>14663580
I also have a reversed version

Okay, so I rolled an elf fighter soldier/2 when i joined the party, but my buddy bubba (name changed for anonymity) had been playing with a human crusading/cavalier lancer/2, and had already single handedly won the party's fights for the last adventure arc.

So I join and we go through, and I'm the one who gets the unlucky watch, and queue an ambush. I take a wyvern stinger in the back and go down. Frederick Flameshield (as bubba's character was named), rolls up and chops the motherfucker in two. This is the first of a relationship of "You owe me one more, elf."

Just got back from DnD Encounter session.

>>Play wimpy-ass Summer Druid with wimpier-ass bear companion.
>>Bear has 19 health, lose 18 health on first turn and taking 5+ damage every successive turn.
>>Inevitable bear death next turn, Druid too far away for healing burst.
>>Older man and resident Pally I've hardly spoken to notes my distress.
>>Uses last healing action on my bear and restores it to 16 health, enough to last him until the end of the encounter, as well as arc.

I gave him a hug afterwards. It made my night.

>>14663622
>Continued

So we continue on to the keep (Playing the Fantasy Craft adventure module Cleansing of Black Spur) and have another fight with wyverns at the gate. I kill one solo with minor help from the mage (he can't deal real damage lolol), while Frederick fights off the other two with the rest of the party. The party's martial artist is worthless, like all the rest of the time, and the archer shoots one of the wyverns while Frederick impales one on a spear throw and cuts the one what'd been arrowed into red mist.

So we get into the keep, and keep to the shadows because we don't want to aggro the entire castle. And then Frederick sees cultists on a freak notice check and starts chasing them down. The rest of the party, being fucking retards excluding doc (he won't heal us if we don't say he's brilliant), decides to look for treasure. I was torn between the two options, but I went in character and decided to be a coward--err, prudent.

So then we hear a fight going on. I immediately charge to it, because I hear Frederick shouting for us, and the martial artist came with me, the rest of the party trailing behind. We show up to see him killing a cultist while the rest retreat into the keep. Frederick, I, and the martial artist enter after them, while the rest of the party is full blown downs. Inside, the cultists attempt to gank us, and while Freddie settles with killing the ones near us, martial artist and I go to fight their bitch leader. She stabs him. Once. And he goes down. With the martial artist down and unconcious, I proceed to tank out using parry to avoid hits and whittle her health down just in time for Frederick to come by and rip her head clean off.

>>14663742
>Continued.

Doc finally shows up and gets the martial artist out of wound damage after he burns an action die to stabilize and not die.

And then, once he's up, more cultists show up. The monk sits on doc's lap and fellates him while the fight goes on or something, because at the start of the fight Frederick and I are positioned in front of the only two entrances, with doc between us, and doc miscasts a polar ray and freezes frederic. So with his killing power effectively half, Frederick and I hold the doors as cultists charge into us. We shrug off some crossbow bolts, Frederick taking 27 bolts to the chest and laughing because full plate is rediculous.

Anyways, the rest of the party is flipping out because there's so many of them coming. But Freddie and I, we hold the line. And the rest of the party routs like little babies out of the building. After that, Frederick decided that he can't kill anything without his zweihander (and because he's fatigued, he doesn't have the strength to use it), so he whistles for his horse and runs to grab a new weapon. Still, he's killed half the cultists on his side by this point, so I'm not worried. Until the rest of the party tells him to leave me. Combat for me starts to take a turn for the worse, so I decide I should try to tackle them and hope falling down the stairs thins out a few.

This is a mistake.

Can....can I be that Bro?

I once played in a ADnD game as a bog-standard Human Fighter. Made it to level 2, was wielding a Greatsword, and kept referring to myself as "Tower of Power". As in "Tower of Power thinks that action reeks of cowardice and loss. We should not follow it." It was annoying, but also somewhat endearing, because ToP never backed down from any sorta bullshit the DM threw our way. ToP had a cousin(played by a total awesome old-mentor type, whose in his 60s.) "Tower of Power's Cousin" was his name to the rest of the group, because no one asked for the real thing. Anyway, one time, our group's on a ship, and we make landfall. Just as we're about to disembark....GIANT CRABS!!! One crab, actually. But it went after ToP's cousin.

ToP wasn't having any of that shit. He leapt over the side, ONTO the Crab, bellowing "Tower of Power desires CRAB CAKES!!!". What was supposed to be a terrifying encounter became a shining moment of awesome. ToP murdered the crab, helped carry its corpse farther inland, and served crab cakes and coconut and fish soup to everybody.

>>14663539
Ahh, yes. a 'that bro' thread. For every 'That Guy' is a ma of exemplary morals and character, a true friend and brother in arms who would do anything for his friends.

I have the honor of knowing several. One is the nicest of guys. Very quiet, if he's not playing a bombastic character. Very polite, always holds the door for others, always offers to clean up everyone's mess after a session, always brings enough food for everyone and shares it for free. He doesn't have much, but what he does have is shared freely. I only wish I could live up to his example.

>>14663856
>Continued

Now, my character is a pretty fucking good grappler, what with a decent strength and high athletics. So I'm not worried when they start trying to grapple. But they get me into a hold by ganging up on me, but I keep them from getting me into a pin while Frederick listens to the party. They're telling him to leave me.

He comes back, right as they finally get me into a pin. It's only a matter of time now that I've failed a fatigue save. Then two. Frederick connects with the cultists, and kills a few. This is the last thing I see as I go unconcious.
Story goes that he got taken down too in the fight--but his sacrifice caused Doc to send the group back in to save us. They come back and rescue Frederick, but not before the cultists drag me away. They pursue, and find me chained to an altar, about to be made a hasty sacrifice. Frederick is given a potion of stamina, wakes up, and butchers them just as I gain consciousness.

now, the rest of the party was there, but as far as my character is concerned, he's saved her life. again.

And that's only half way through the adventure. More to come after I take a smoke break.

So I was the a Cleanliness Officer and the Loyalty Officer was constantly on my case cause our first meeting I do a couple traitors things in front of him. He kept his eye on me cause I constantly doing traitorous things. But most of the time they were for the greater good, so he didn't turn me in. He figured I'd be more useful at serving Friend Computer alive than being terminated. So one mission he received a message that I was gonna be put to a test. If I was found to be a traitor I'd be terminated and my DNA sequence would be deleted from the records. (Didn't find out till later.) Basically I met a man, undercover IntSec, who was going to give me a offer to do a job for him to get a great reward. He gave me a laser pistol and told me to kill my Loyalty Officer. The Loyalty Officer was told this in advance and was told the laser pistol was a fake so it wouldn't harm him. Right when I was handed the pistol, the Loyalty Officer rounded the corner. The undercover agent stepped back and told me here was my chance as the Loyalty Officer demanded to know what was going on. I turned on the agent and pointed the gun at him, telling him I don't hurt my friends. He swats the laser out of my hand and it goes off, blasting a nearby clean bot. The agent pulls out an obviously illegally modified laser pistol and aims it at me and pulls the trigger. The Loyalty Officer pushes me out of the way and gets his arm disintegrated. He then managed to punch the agent with a crit hit, killing him in one punch. After that, we were bros for life, and he got a robotic arm.

>>14663907

Also in our group is a Necromancer, who can regenerate any wound not inflicted by some insanely rare metal, and an elf fighter, who ToP enjoyed as company. Two swords and all that.

Anyway, we come to a huge staircase, which will take literally thirty minutes to climb down,a t least. Maybe longer. And its steep and dangerous. So, to make sure to the bottom is safe, ToP looks to the Necromancer and asks "Dead man, who will live through the fall, right? Tower of Power doesn't want to pressure you." Necromancer looks at ToP bug-eyed and just shrugs, mumbles sure. So ToP pushes him off and promises to come find him.

>>14663965

So ToP and the elf tie off a rope, for stability, and others do the same. As we descend the stair case, the elf slips, and ToP fails his strength check, and we both go plummeting to our doom. Reacting quickly, ToP reaches for an outcropping, some platform, and loops a slack of rope to it. Unfortunately, when it catches, the rope sends ToP smacking into the elf like one of those newton's cradles. ToP remains conscious, Elf does not. He's bleeding, and ToP knows time is lmited. So using all of his MASSIVE strength, ToP pulls himself up his rope to the top of the platform, then keeps himself leaing over it, legs off, while he drags the elf up until he is safely on the platform and ToP can slide over himself. They somehow make it back onto the staircase...but that was ToP in full on bro-mode.

>Dem bros

Need a suptg archive here.
I hate archiving myself, ruins the magic of the thread.

>>14664349
Done, That Bro

>>14663935
>Continued

So the session ends after that, and next session we pick up. Thank god, because we were hurting. Anyways, we progress on to the library, and then on to everything else without incident, because we'd killed everybody in the whole goddamn place. We solve the riddle, and the boss appears, and we go to fight this fucked up giant undead wyvern and his wyvern friends. Frederick laughed, unsheathed his magical sword Spirit (from The Darkest Hour), and rushed into battle, while the rest of us follow and pack up close to shelter from the things, just in case. Frederick swings, crits, and fucks the boss's day over, smearing him all over the place, while the wyverns sting out the martial artist, our priestess, and our archer. That's right, the rest of the party went out like pussies. I stay up and tank on a wyvern, while Frederick finishes off the boss, and Doc runs into the safe zone to evade death. I shout to Frederick that everyone's going to die if we don't get their bodies out of here, because the wyverns that remain nom on some corpses except for the one trying to nom on my face like a chihuahua. Frederick, having dispensed with the boss, grabs the body of the priestess and makes for the door, and I grab the archer and the martial artist--who had done nothing to help me, claiming he was only in it for the treasure--and haul them to the door. Doc urges us to bring them further in, so we comply, and we leave the party with him, and he tells us to stay. So Frederick does. I, however, claim I'm tough enough to take them--there's only one left anyways--and rush out, my polearm missing wildly on the charge. The wyvern counters, lodging its barbed tail into my chest. And for the second time, I go into convulsions and drop. Frederick, seeing this, came out, coldly lopping the beast's head clean off!

Now, I owed him my life three times.

>>14664381

Luckily, I paid him back in the Vault when I dived in after him when the 8x8 ooze devoured him, pulling him back out just as he got into the negatives. He survived to fight another day thanks to Doc being halfway useful.

Funny thing is, he and I were the only survivors of the Vault due to Cheat Death hijinks, but due to the TPK, we ended the campaign.

> Eberron, adventure to Xen'drik to recover some schema tablets stolen from us.
> Ship is being attacked by sahuigan and a huge dire shark. We are level 5.
> Potions of water breathing go out to us so we can free the ship of the nets and escape.
> BSF gets in fight with dire shark and loses 90% of his HP in one bite.
> And gets swallowed whole.
> The cleric is on him the next round, grabs the shark's giant teeth and jettisons himself inside the shark to get to him.
> BSF is dead from crushing and acid damage, so the cleric grabs pieces of his body to resurrect from later while he is being crushed too.
> Cleric uses Freedom of Movement from the Travel domain to *swim against the peristaltic motion of the esophagus* and escapes through the shark's mouth.
> Uses next standard action to teleport onto the ship with a dragonmark power since everyone has retreated there.
> Shark chomps down on empty space, confused.

This guy is always dedicated to the group, even though he really goes out on a limb sometimes.

I didn't write out the whole god damn story of Frederick Flameshield intending not to receive a fair share in return, /tg/.

Pay the fuck up, tell me about your manly (or fantastically ballsy female) bros.

>Pic related, it's what I'm gonna break your kneecaps with.

>>14663539
Oh, you mean this guy?

The guy for me was a classic dwarf fighter. My DM likes to run "open worlds". He makes a map, we decide where to go, what to do at the end of each adventure and he makes the dungeon for the next game. One time we decided to explore an 'abandoned cave'. While rolling a random encounter generator he got a Red dragon, can't remember age category but it was around CR 14, about 5 levels higher than us.

As our characters hauled ass out of those caves we realized that we're NOT getting out. So my buddy, playing a Dwarf named Brennan Stonearm turns to fight the dragon one on one hoping to buy us some time. He turns and fights this thing and goes for ever, severely wounding it several times (DM was rolling low I guess) We made it out safely and the dragon wound up retreating and swearing vengeance on him. He walks out of the cave covered in its blood and barely alive. Fucking best session ever.

>>14665194
I would but I am "The Guy" in our group. I die for party members, only one to play Healer. Bleh. Being "The Guy" to bring awesome from hell and back is hard. Well worth it honestly.

>>14665456
Tell us a story where you saved the party, then.

>>14665252
>Dragon swears vengeance on dwarf.
Huh, that's pretty much the opposite of how it normally goes.
Pic very much related.

>>14665964
Yes, dragons are known for living by the twin creeds 'turn the other cheek' and 'forgive and forget'.
Clearly an outlier.

>>14665978
And dragons are also known for being beaten but left alive by dwarves a lot.

>>14665543
Okay, Merret the Pelorian healer it is. A "Cloistered Cleric" Type guy. He's hard as glass. Yeah. He had like 24 health at 6th level.

We were in this huge battle with orcs. They're swarming us and our token beatstick knight falls in battle. He's at -1 and I'm trapped beside an orc, barely holding my own. I know I'm going to die, but Erik the knight can hold his own and save the day. So I rolled a tumble check (2 half ranks in it.) and prayed I'd get out of combat safely. It was a close one, but I did it. Happy I think "Okay!" So witha quick prayer to Pelor, I book it, straight to Erik, and I get there. I'm now beside the Orc that fellled erik and he swings his AoO. Drops me down to -9. I have die hard so I'm not down but if I heal Erik I die. I look at the table. Erik's player is shaking his head. I know I've gotta roll a boss concentration check, and even then after the spell I die. I looked at the DM and just shrugged. "I'm casting cure Critical wounds on Ser Erik." I roll my concentration, natch 20. I pass with flying colours. Roll my retarded 4d8+a ton and basically heal him to full. And then I take one damage and die. The party res'd me later.

I only have one real story of Bro Guy, but I sorta ruined it.
Got caught by a demonic plant that we could not outrun. Previous versions of the creature had proven it to be too powerful to take on where we were at.
The speed head of the group sacrifices himself to draw it away and buy us time to flee, and dies in the process.
I plant my feet and declare my intent to stand and fight to avenge my fallen friend.
Others run for it.
I summon some woodland creatures, grapple and shank it to death.
Brofist the guy irl

I seem to be running a group of the most Bro-tier of Inquisitorial agents. In fairness I do have a habit of peppering my campaigns with a number of NPCs, and if I don't have a name for them right away (sorry guys, I suck at names) then I at least give them some memorable quirk. Maybe that builds empathy, or something. Here are some examples.

>>Acolytes are on galactic backwater, investigating Sarcosan device techno-zombies
>>They'd recently linked up with a minor (at the time) NPC, Storm Trooper Captain Severus.

This guy's purpose, by the way, was to be a mysterious badass. Now he's a self-absorbed loose cannon. Oops. Anyway, back to the show.

>>Minor firefight against shotgun-wielding cultitsts
>>Severus takes critical damage to his face, falls
>>Guardsman yells "COVERING FIRE!" and drags Severus behind their vehicle
>>Tech-Priest uses Medicae while the rest of the acolytes lay down a withering fusillade of fire.

Later, the Acolytes have ascended to Throne Agents or Rogue Trader crew. The Guardsman is now an Inquisitor, with his own NPC Acolytes.

>>Acolytes sent to reconnoiter Hive World unassisted, just asking for trouble
>>Inquisitor asks for update, he gets running footsteps and gunfire
>>Inquisitor demands update, gets "The cleric is down! MAN DOWN!"
>>Inquisitor points to every PC and asks who wants to be a hero
>>Deep striking PCs annihilate hive gangers, saving NPC Acolytes' bacon

>>14666519

Oh, and there was another NPC, a fellow Rogue Trader Captain by the name of Alessaunder. He was used as a pawn by the villain to ferry deep-cover assassination cells to Scintilla.

>>Put on trial, PC Cleric (now Missionary) personally leads defense team in a passionate assertion of the rights of the accused
Much later...
>>Alessaunder's ship has suffered Gellar Field failure during a system-wide warp storm, ship overrun with daemons and mutants.
>>He voxes the PCs' ship, saying he's going to take the warp-tainted bastards down with him, and he's about to trigger the self destruct
>>The Inquisitor orders him to live, then the Missionary and Primaris Psyker teleport to Alessaunder's ship, in the middle of a warpstorm where the exact affects on the teleportarium are speculative at best
>>Short field trip through the Realms of Chaos later, they rescued Alessaunder, who now sadly watches his ship breaking up.

bump to keep bro thread alive

Anyone else have stories of their bros?

This was during my first DnD campaign, which was also my first RPG. I still game with mostly the same dudes, and we all fondly reminisce about The Campaign.

The party is battling these clockwork horrors that are destroying civilization. The horrors are basically giant robot spiders with buzzsaws they use for chopping up metal (improved sunder) and lazer beam eyes (ray attacks).

So Krusk, our full-orc barbarian (this was so early in our gaming careers that a few party members did just steal names from the PHB), charges the big bad spider. He scores a massive crit with his greataxe, full power attack, raging, etc. Does a LOAD of damage but the thing is still barely hanging on. Opportunity attacks have turned his axe into scrap and dropped him to -3 hp. Thankfully he's got Diehard so he's still on his feet.

My turn (human cleric. First character ever, party needed a healbot, I stepped in). I know the odds of actually hitting and dealing enough damage to drop the thing, even with my adamantine mace, are slim. I also know that the spider has a big enough reach that there's no way I can hit the barb with a heal without provoking an attack of opportunity.

I do it anyway. Sprint in, raising my emblem of Pelor high, ready to cast Heal on the barb. No opportunity attacks (used em all up on Krusk, I guess), I get the spell off, smiles all around.

Then it's the spider's turn. I take a laser to the face, die instantly. The whole table is silent as I describe handing my mace off to the barbarian before I collapse.

He proceeded to smash a swath of destruction through the remaining robots, and I got resurrected after a week of chilling with The Lightfather. Shit was SO cash.

>>14666229
>>14669266
Clerics of Pelor confirmed for Bro Tier.

We have a that bro in our group.
Dude plays a most incredible 'rough and tumble' paladin...real snarky bad ass type, all his abilities are in sort of 'pub brawling' and improv fighting.
Most the time he comes across as a dick because he's kinda short and blunt, he doesn't have time for idiots, he's a cynic, ect.

Last session, he dove off the top of a cliff into the sea, above rocks, during a fight with a dragon to save another PC, taking all the damage face on. When the dragon went for him, he totally ignored the threat to save this guy.
GM mentioned the damage was easily enough to kill him, he just shrugged IC and went 'That's how it is then'
Dude also stripped down semi-naked and challenged an orc clan leader to a wrestling match to save a kid during one quest; by pissing the Orc off so bad that he went 'Come in here and say that'

Basically; he's a dick, until someone is on the line...then he crawls balls first over broken glass to save them...and if he sees you hurt an innocent, you'd best prepare for a world of trouble, because you might as well try and hide from a hurricane.
Great character.

bros, bros everywhere.

I made a throwaway NPC Inquisitor for my Deathwatch group.

He was just supposed to be a cynical, chain-smoking, James Bond type. Easily forgettable.

Until the PC's rallied behind Paragus Daxawes of the Ordo Malleus. Now they can't get enough of "Duck Sauce" I've had to write him into the rest of the campaign. Why? Not sure but here's highlights.

Ultramarine: "The Codex would advise us to..."
Daxawes: "Sergeant, you of all people should know, Guardsmen do the dying, we'll do the killing today."

Later that same mission, I got my first moment of true pride in my group. They had to defend the Inquisitor while he opened a vault, swearing and burning through Lho-sticks all the while.

Daxawes: "GOD-EMPEROR DAMNED MAGENTA SECURITY!"
Space Wolf: "TURN THEM BACK!!"
>initiate bolter assault slaughtering a bunch of Dark Eldar Warriors
>Enter a group of Kabalites
Ultramarine: "We hold them here. None shall touch the inquisitor."
>Point blank Righteous fury, kills the first.
>Frantic battle ensues

I really just expected for them to let him die...

Well, our bro was the bard in the party. My newbie friend was DMing this game, and in the game we were trying to hitch a ride with a cattle caravan and he allows it, so we get on and the DM was kinda stumped and didn't know what to do ... So the bard whips out his harp and begins playing it and starts singing to the group

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy ... Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality ..."

A few seconds later all 8 members of the party were singing bohemian rhapsody in our tiny apartment. Probably was the coolest thing I've ever experienced.

I think I've just witnessed some bros in the making - the Japanese medium in our group just decided she wants to give a spa day to everyone in the group. Now, my character's kind of a freak, so to compensate, the medium shifted up her Resources skill (since this is Dresden Files) and decided to rent out the ENTIRE spa just so my character can come and be safe.

>>14671681
I did a sort of similar thing for my 3.5 group. It was my first time DMing and there were only 3 people in the party, so to even it out I gave them a mute monk npc to follow them around and make dividing up xp and loot easier.

At some point they're underground, exploring an ancient dwarven ruin. They're walking down a massive spiral staircase on the edges of a... 1000ftish wide circular canyon, all underground and pitch dark minus their torches. They're strolling down the staircase when a rock slide suddenly starts above them. Bard makes his reflex save, jumps out to the right of the rockslide. Druid barely makes reflex save, jumps out to the left and takes some damage. Cleric and monk fail their saves, and fall off the edge.

They begin to fall down this immense canyon. As they fall away from the light on the ledge above, they both attempt to grab onto the sheer rock wall. Roll strength checks... both fail and take some damage from the rocks ripping their hands to shreds. Roll strength checks again... they succeed. Both are now hanging onto this sheer cliff face by their fingernails.

Druid and bard begin running down the spiral staircase, hoping they can reach the next level down before the monk and cleric fall. It's at this point when the cleric looks up to see their torch light does he notice how far away they are and how long a single flight of this staircase is.

>>14673465
The cleric's wearing medium armor with heavy check penalties. He has no ranks in climb and average strength. His climb check is something like -6. The monk and cleric roll climb checks to hang out. They make it, but the cleric just barely did. The checks are only going to get worse as he gets tired. The cleric does some thinking and tells the monk to climb down and see if he can reach the next flight of the staircase, and to single back if he does.

The monk begins to climb. The cleric rolls another climb check to hang on, this time only making it by one point. Suddenly he hears the whistle call from the monk. He's hit the next staircase. The cleric shouts out "KAI (monks name) I'M GOING TO FALL. CAN YOU CATCH ME." He hears a single whistle reply, "yes."

Cleric makes another climb check, and fails. The cleric's weakened limbs let go of the rock face and he begins to fall. He doesn't know where the next flight of stairs is or even if it's below him or set into the rock wall.

He rolls a dexterity check to reach out and grab onto anything. Monk rolls reflex save. Their hands meet in the darkness. Then strength check from both of them to not let go against the weight of the cleric. They succeed. Monk pulls the cleric onto the staircase set into the wall and they collapse into a heap.

Needs more.

>>14665217
This is beautiful

>>14669266

A similar That Bro story here, with a tweeest.

One of my first 3E games back in high school, where we just took the characters straight off from the PHB, that bro was playing Krusk the half orc barbarian. We were facing a vampire after killing off his minions. Cleric falls down, I fail my charm will save and go DERP, mage already knocked out by minions; it's Krusk vs the vampire.

He swings his greataxe, Natural 20! Rolls to confirm, 19 this time. We're all cheering him on, DM included. Then the cleric shits all over the cheer.

"Undeads and constructs are immune to crits, noobs."

DM opens up the rule 0 page, shoves it in his face. Since that day, we've houseruled that 3x crit modifier weapons deal crits to undead and constructs due to OH FUCK d12*3. The DM kept on being a bro when he stopped DM'ing.

this is the kind of thread i like to see. bravo to all of you.

kildal stienhammer involved in one of most epic/bro m/onets ever. Kildal a necrophobic dwarf monk gets party to attack camp of 100+ orcs (we are level 6-7) we charge in sorceress dropping dozens of orcs at a time with fireballs ranger plinking them off pally masking things. Kildal misses 10 attack rolls in a roll and ends up dropping to -1 under a barrage of orc swords pally wades through horded lay on hands kildal gets up and freezes DM introduces frost giant blackguard with troll skelly coming into camp throws a hammer crits sorceress she's down walks over slices ranger down skelly is chaseing absolutly terrified dwarf around pally realizes its a TPK decides to go out with broness uses flail to disarm the giant picks up sword and uses to bullrush/impale skelly over cliff following him down freeing dwarf of necrophobic panic kildal refuses to run and stands. Toe to toe with giant(lvl18 or something stupid) other members stablize on fort saves and watch unable to help as a battle of epicness unfolds kildal couldn't roll less then a 17(what was needed to hit giants ac) and lower then a 6 on D8. Giant needing a 5 or better to hit kildal only connects twice in ten something rounds of slugfest orcs stand m/esmerzied as kildal downs there leader leaving the battered and bloodied monk at 3 hp standing on giants corpse waiting for rush of orcs to charge and finish him. Orcs break and run as something comes up behind him its a barely alive pally carrying giants +4 greatsword he stops looks at kildal says "good job knew you could handle this while I took a breather" DM is dumbfounded that TPK didn't happen. Heal downed friends take a body count all party hit negatives survived and 147 orces and 1 frost giant blackguard died. Kildal and pally continue feats of broness from then forth

Bumbing for bros everywhere. Because the world needs more bros in it.