Near-Death Experiences

[askaran]

once i attacked someone out in the wilderness because their kank attacked me. and my health was low because of the kank but i wasnt paying attention. well the person hit me once on my HAND! and i dropped to negative hp but then i recovered and the person was cooking me cakes.

oh and another time i was riding along to allanak with my first EVER! dwarf character and my dumbass ate a piece of meat not noticing rotten was in its ldesc. I vomited my way to the gaj and recovered. Then to die from a gith a few room away from the main gates.

And ANOTHER! time was my second merchant character. He was out in the desert mining when all of the sudden a magicker comes up sets him on fire dehydrates him and rp's stealing my kank and takin non burnt items from me. I then managed to regain conciousness jump on my kank and ride into allanak emoting having smoke trail off of me and screaming
"FECKIN MAGICKERS ATTACKIN OUTSIDE THA CITY!" till i got to the stable. He later died after walking around the bazaar selling things and getting attacked by a rinther who wanted my mount.

ok i swear im done.

[Bebop]

Ever had a near-death experience?
My most recent one was when I was RPing practicing archery in a tavern, and I emoted one flying by an elf. When I was foraging later on, he came and chopped me down to 10 health within 5 seconds. I ran my ass off, and made it into the town just in time.

EDIT:

Now that it's after the big endeavour, I figure out that he's "His Sanctuary" or some shit.

Wait... you were "practicing archery" in a tavern? o.O

[ale six]

I once had a PC, who in the span of an IC day:

Got bruised up by gith,
Got whipped by a silt-horror,
Got chased by a mage,
Got bandaged up in Luir's,
and then got spanked down to 2 hp by a carru immediately after.

It was fun giving her all the scars. I played her as bedridden for an RL week.

[Malken]

Got bandaged up in Luir's,

::cringes::

There's nothing deadlier than being bandaged by a n00b, tho....

[FiveDisgruntledMonkeysWit]

This one's going to take some backstory, but it was still pretty classic.
So, I have a newbie Whiran, who ends up living with a sorcerer-guy in the ruins of Someplace atop a cliff. Eventually, another newbie elementalist comes along, and we're all just a big, happy, magicky family. One day, though, my newbie elementalist friend decides he needs to leave Someplace, and since the sorceror-guy is away, it's up to me to escort him down the cliff.
We reach the bottom of the cliff, and everything's good. No visible magick on us, my friend has everything he needs, and we were just saying good bye when suddenly two raider-types ride in. We eye each other suspiciously for a moment, then suddenly one of the guys hops off his mount and begins hacking my buddy up!
So, my Whiran and the other elementalist start running around frantically, doing all we can defend ourselves from these beefed-up raider types with our newbie magicks. I cast a spell that allows us to get up the cliff and back to the safety of Someplace, but since I'm a newb, it craps out halfway up, leaving me and my buddy clinging to the edge of this cliff.
But at least we're off the ground, and therefore safe, right? Wrong! Suddenly, the raiders start flinging throwing knives at us. It was rather funny, something like,  "a black-hilted throwing knife flies in from below!" followed by, "a black-hilted throwing knife plummets to the ground below," rinse and repeat.
It's about this time when I sort of chuckle to myself and think, "Haha! You mere mortals did not expect me to take the Hunter subclass, did you? Engarde!" So my newbie Whiran pulls out his bow and quiver, and starts sending down an arrow for each throwing knife they send up! I managed to clip one of the raider-guys in the shoulder, something I'm still proud of to this day.
But, obviously, we can't keep this up for long. My friend is turned into a pincushion, and soon his corpse drops to the ground. While the raiders are busy raping/stripping/eating him, I make good my escape, hauling my bleeding, broken, exhausted ass up the rest of the cliff-face and limping my way back to Someplace.
I know I'm not safe, though. It's possible that those raider-guys climbed after me, or worse yet, that they went and taddled to some templar, and now I've got a whole squadron of militia after my poor 0-day Whiran! So I decide to barricade myself in Someplace as best as I can (which is not very well at all), and avoid going out for as long as possible.
This plan seems great for all of an hour or so, until I suddenly realize that I'm very hungry, and very thirsty. Someplace is actually rather desolate, so I start rummaging through my sorcerer-mentor's belongings, hoping that he has some food or water lying around. Thankfully, I come across some fruit, and begin stuffing my face.
Except, oh no! The fruit is poisonous!
So here I am, trapped in Someplace, wounded, dying of poison, wracked by hunger and thirst, and possibly about to have raiders or templars or soldiers or Krath knows what pounding at the gates.
And, yes, I survived long enough to yell at the sorcerer-guy for keeping posioned fruit around. I mean, honestly. Poisoned fruit!?
Man, I love that character. He died a week later to a similiar "from bad to worse" incident. I'd love to tell that story, too, but unfortunately it involves some details about Whiran magick I'm not at liberty to talk about.

[V1agraKank]

I like this thread.

Seriously.

As far as my own character's near death experiences, I sometimes run into those.

One thing I've realized is that the more of those that I have...the more exciting my characters are.  My more boring and conseravite characters...the ones that have played things safe -- I don't usually enjoy these so much.

But my spice smoking elf who borrowed a bunch of money from people and spent it all on alcohol?  That dude was awesome.