Sitting at a table eating a bowl of stew and drinking a flagon of mead, Padre couldn't help but overhear an amusing tale from the next table over.
He gets up and walks over.
That is an AWESOME story Finn! Kinda goes against the good alignment, and cleric thing... but an awesome story none the less.
I have a tale of noobs; though my noob tale is a little different.
I was DMing an existing campaign totally stealing the setting from 'The Pool of Radiance'... one of our players had moved away and we needed/wanted someone to fill the void.
A mutual friend of ours who had never played an RPG before and had only ever heard of D&D wanted to give it a try.
It was a lvl 10 game at the time, so as not to be underpowered he started there as a fighter.
The characters were sent out to recover treasure from a textiles factory complex.
The way to the plant was wrought with danger, and they had to run from a number of situations before even getting to the plant. Once they did arrive at the factory they made it in without issue. And they retrieved the treasure...
That was where the last little bit of luck ran out. The most veteran of the game out of all the players... playing an elf rogue stepped on a trap. And this wasn't just some little tripwire oh no... This was a magical trap that caused a large stone wall to appear blocking the road, on an angle set to fall on the group. Along with alarms, fire, and more.
The wall appeared separating the noob from the rest. However with a great feat of strength the fighter was able to stand the wall up straight so that the party wasn't turned into pancakes.
With the alarms blaring the bad guys started to pour out of the buildings all around... and the monsters they had run from on the way to the factory were drawn to the noise.
The veterans started to fight their way out... and the noob ran back the way they came.
Earlier they had passed a guard tower... thinking that being able to see for a distance would be a good thing at the moment the noob headed there.
While still a few hundred yards from the tower, the noob was stopped in his tracks by what he seen before him.
There were goblins in the tower shooting a ballista at his friends who were surrounded by an army of goblins, and orcs. In the distance there were a tribe of ogres coming in to finish them all off.
He knew there was only one choice. He headed for the tower.
He smashed through the almost rotten door and ascended the steps to the top. Despite the plate armour he was wearing he took the ballista crew by surprise and quickly dispatched them.
He then turned the ballista on the incoming giants. Through a series of completely legitimate rolls, he made only critical hits on all of the giants and ogres but one, dropping them in short order.
Seeing their allies being shot down by their own ballista, a host of goblins and the last remaining ogre storm the tower.
Hearing the enemy coming up the stairs he turns the loaded ballista to the door, and...
Pushes the ballista down the stairs, jumping on top screaming out a blood curdling war cry. He then rides the ballista down, plowing through, and over all the goblins on the stairs. Upon reaching the main floor with the ogre standing right there. He fires the ballista (with an impaled goblin on the spear) killing the ogre in one shot.
Seeing this most of the goblins and remaining orcs began to flee. And those that didn't were quickly dispatched.
The party regrouped and won the day.