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I play in a regular D&D game every Tuesday. My current character is a half-elf warlock, and she's travelling with a fighter, a wizard who specializes in cold, a druid who is very blunt about the ways of nature--kill or be killed, and a gnome bard called Idryis, who everyone calls Iddy-bitty.
We skulked through a dungeon a couple weeks ago and ended at a large room. At the center of the room was a raised area, almost like a well and hovering above that well was a beholder.
The next time we met, Adam (our DM) had everything ready for us. He had layout tiles describing the terrain. He made a small plush beholder. He had powered this thing with everything out of the Monster Manual and probably two editions before that. It was going to be a tough battle, it was going to take up our entire session from eight to midnight, if it wasn't a total party kill.
So the fighter attacked the beholder and knocked it on its ass, prone. Game mechanics dictated that anything flying/hovering that gets marked prone falls. Since it was over a bottomless pit, the damage was approximately 95 d10.
It did recover, weakly rising again, then the wizard fired a spell and finished it off. The whole battle took five minutes. I didn't get a shot off, and felt a little cheated, but who really felt cheated was poor Adam.
So in appreciation, I thought I would share his story. Alas, no way to pun "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," but believe me I tried.
We skulked through a dungeon a couple weeks ago and ended at a large room. At the center of the room was a raised area, almost like a well and hovering above that well was a beholder.
The next time we met, Adam (our DM) had everything ready for us. He had layout tiles describing the terrain. He made a small plush beholder. He had powered this thing with everything out of the Monster Manual and probably two editions before that. It was going to be a tough battle, it was going to take up our entire session from eight to midnight, if it wasn't a total party kill.
So the fighter attacked the beholder and knocked it on its ass, prone. Game mechanics dictated that anything flying/hovering that gets marked prone falls. Since it was over a bottomless pit, the damage was approximately 95 d10.
It did recover, weakly rising again, then the wizard fired a spell and finished it off. The whole battle took five minutes. I didn't get a shot off, and felt a little cheated, but who really felt cheated was poor Adam.
So in appreciation, I thought I would share his story. Alas, no way to pun "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," but believe me I tried.