This was with the AD&D rule books in the mid-80s, so rules were simpler and it was more off-the-cuff.
I had a dwarf fighter in the party, and we were in a dungeon at the end of a corridor in front of a door. I explained to the DM I wanted to run at and jump into the door, bashing it open, do a roll, and land on my feet with my axes in my hands. He told me I’d be successful with a natural 18 on a D20, and I rolled a 20. He described it really well, embellishing with how the door splintered and all; it was fantastic.
The room, however, was completely empty, which turned it into an epic tale we’d refer to the rest of the time we gamed together.
This was with the AD&D rule books in the mid-80s, so rules were simpler and it was more off-the-cuff.
I had a dwarf fighter in the party, and we were in a dungeon at the end of a corridor in front of a door. I explained to the DM I wanted to run at and jump into the door, bashing it open, do a roll, and land on my feet with my axes in my hands. He told me I’d be successful with a natural 18 on a D20, and I rolled a 20. He described it really well, embellishing with how the door splintered and all; it was fantastic.
The room, however, was completely empty, which turned it into an epic tale we’d refer to the rest of the time we gamed together.