-10 HP.

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Gary Gygax has failed his last saving throw.

For those of us of a certain age, D&D was, if not the first, one of our early gaming experiences. Yes, the man could be an opinionated bastard, but he was a creative, generous, opinionated bastard. And that makes the difference.

So, as we gather at the tavern to wait for the inevitable adventure hook to walk through the door, relate you favorite D&D tale. In character, table talk, odd events with dice.. whatever.

You enter a 10x10 room, an orc is guarding a chest...

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AD&D, Spelljammer, somewhere in a dungeon in the Rock of Bral, this time located in Realmspace.

We got stuck in a dead-end corridor with some skeletons chasing us. My Chaotic Neutral Wild Mage, whose name escapes me at the moment, decided to let loose with a few magic missiles. He casts the spell, there's no effect, and the GM asks for any comments.

"Perkele." Which means literally "Devil" in Finnish, so a portal appears, a couple of devilish winged guys step out of it and ask my character what did he summon them for? All of the other PCs make themselves very scarce, but my lunatic mage just points at the skeletons and the devils nod, say that it's the usual price, destroy the skeletons and portal out.

All the other characters come back and ask what happened. My mage doesn't tell, but just points at the skeletons. The others become more vary, but after this the mage saves the group from certain death a couple of times by striking a seemingly good deal with extra-planar entities.

The party did have its suspicions about the help, but the campaign ended before the deal with the devils was completed. The wild mage was left in space galloping towards the closest planet: a wild surge transformed him into a nightmare on some small asteroid, and being a demon horse he didn't need to breath and could fly, so he started flying towards the nearest planet.