Scene: Conan running towards a rocky hill
Conan:I run towards the rock formation. That should give
me a good tactical advantage.
Conan:And I climb up the rocks, hoping for a place where
the dogs can't get to me.
DM:One dog takes a bite at your leg.
Conan:I throw down my hide-cloak to throw them off my
DM:The rock pile has a strange symbol on it, above a
small passage leading deep into the rocks, too steep for the
dogs to follow.
Conan:Tough choice. I go in.
DM:Make a dexterity check.
DM:Critical failure! That's 1D3 damage.
Conan:I don't have one of those.
Conan:Crud. I'm almost dead again. I cry out for
Scene: Modern-clothed man running up rocks
DM:Uh. An advanced time traveler hears your call
and comes to your aid.
Scene: Conan lying in a cave