Painful Botches?

Lord Kamina

Not an engineer.
Yesterday I was fighting some unknown monster... Apparently he had something to do with the Wyld but I'm not sure... And when he attacked me against my great DV of 3 (God, flurries)... I botched my Iron Skin Roll (No succeses, a 1 on 7 dice)... My ST decreed I didn't get the fail-soak and now my character has a cool aggravated-scar to boast...  :?
 
Eh...my GreenSid had her Sifu go into a 'oh fuck me now' destiny right before leaving for some other business he needed to attend to, and ask "Anything else you need?"


Two ones on a two die Temperance roll to try to say 'no, nothing,' later, she had twins. -.-; Most amusing botch I've had in a while.
 
Dracogryff said:
Eh...my GreenSid had her Sifu go into a 'oh fuck me now' destiny right before leaving for some other business he needed to attend to, and ask "Anything else you need?"
Two ones on a two die Temperance roll to try to say 'no, nothing,' later, she had twins. -.-; Most amusing botch I've had in a while.
Oops.   :P
 
Sta + Res roll on an akuma not to vomit on the dizzying slide thing...


Two 1s.


Burned the willpower not to hurl in front of the other akuma characters.
 
My girlfriend's eclipse character sped a first age warship through a coral reef at high speed to intercept a fair folk noble host travelling on living reef towards a human settlement. She botched, hit the reef (the living one), damaged the ship severly (which belonged to another solar in the group) and just looked at them saying: "I thought you wanted to intercept them, happy now?"
 
The Solar Twilight caste in my group blinded herself with her flame pistols last week. Tried to shoot an enemy that was lunging at her face (they went on the same tick). She flurried for two attacks. Hit with the first one and wasted her target, botched the second shot. ST looked at the player for a second, then said "Well....your just burned your own eyebrows off and flash blinded yourself." She was at -2 for everything for the rest of the scene. Made for interesting stunts as everyone else continually was leaping out of her line of fire while she was blinded.
 
Player Stunted up a 4 attack combo with his lightning Torment Hatchets (yesh i know only rate 2, but he stunted up a nice striking on the return trip as well)..


botched his fourth roll, in all the confusion he missed catching one that drove into his shoulder, suffered his -2 penalty for the remainder of the scene ;)
 
It was not an Exalted game, but it was a series of bad rolls...


It was a DnD game.  I was the sneaky theif, and our big gun was a barbarian with a massive double headed battle axe and a maxed out strength.  We were 2-3 level characters facing off against a group of three orcs.  Mr. Barbarian rolls a 1.  The GM checks his special fumble chart, and says that he hit the ranger next to him, and kills the player.  He rolls again, with a 1.  Hits the mage, killing him.  Rolls again, ANOTER 1.  Hits me, rolls crappy damage, and I nearly die.  Rolls still another 1, kills another player.  Rolls another 1, and falls on his axe and kills himself.  The orcs had been attacking him the whole time and missing, they start laughing so hard that they can't contol it.  I jump up, slice their throats, grab all the loot I could, and ran!  


Greg declared that the die was cursed, and put it in the microwave until it melted.
 
Most of you seem to call botches a little less intensely than an old ST of mine.


One of the characters literally blinded himself after getting three 1st on a Perception + Awareness roll. He had a giant pool, too, and had all sorts of Awareness Charms - he was rolling to see if he spotted some automaton assassin hiding in rubble - and botched. Bad.


So an assassin jumped out and stabbed him in the eyes.
 
If I remember correctly, he dumped it.  Of course, he was never able to live down his murder spree.
 
"we're going to need more orichalcum after this..."


This requires somewhat of a long winded background.


It had gotten to the point in the campaign (first ed, more than four years ago) where I was having a really hard time making up challenging and dangerous adversaries for three solar characters. So I conspired with my players and some other exalted geeks and came up with something terrible: a wyld barbarian incursion on Chanta and its surrounding lands supported by lunar exalted packs. Killer packs. Four mean, high essence, pissed off full moon packs ala Werewolf the Apocalypse style.


I completely eschewed the idea of extras. This was supposed to have been the spearhead for the all out Lunar war against the dragon blooded and the rest of Creation. Extras wouldn't do. So basically everyone in this army was a hero character of some kind.


Ok, so the solars, some background solars and terrestrials rounded up as many brave souls as they could to meet the advance, armed with lots of artifact weapons, killer celestial circle sorceries, and huge reaver daiklaives and such.


After three sessions of this madness, we get to the big showdown scene between the lead lunar pack and the pc's, and the Dawn and Zenith characters immediately go at it with the biggest threats on the field while the Twiglight Caste sorceror went after the war machine the lunars had been bringing along that caused terrible wyld taint whenever it was fired.


After a couple of great rolls, the sorceror talks up a stunt that involved taking the warmachine apart with a spell and using the resulting collateral damage to take out the machine's guardians. She botched. On an Celestial Circle Sorcery roll.


Short story long, shrapnel from the warmachine tore off her legs and the wyld taint mutated half of her remaining body in some interesting ways. Extra vital organs, and orichalcum skin. She survived, with extra agg and lethal soak and some new -0 healthlevels, but with no effing legs!


The rest of the campaign the Zenith (who was basically a fully armored paladin) carried her around for the next few sessions. There were plans to create some magitech legs, but we didn't get that far.
 

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