My first tabletop campaign was in Pathfinder, with a homebrew campaign. We started by retrieveing a magical amulet that caused temporary insanity when someone tried to use Detect Magic on it (boy, that was fun finding out) and then we learned that dragons were going to try to use it to wreck everybody's shit. We went to get a book from the tomb of a powerful, long-dead wizard who knew all about dragons, and along the way a party member turned out to be some sort of prophet, a divine messenger or some such thing.
When we got to the wizard's tomb, we found that he wasn't dead but had become a lich. We tried to call on our friend's god for some assistance, but apparently the lich was having none of that, and nothing happened. I made the call to back out, figuring we couldn't take on a lich (we were level 3. Seriously, DM, what the hell?), and we left empty-handed. Then a dragon attacked. Our rogue and cleric went down immediately, scorched by dragonfire. Our fighter tried to take it head-on, but got swatted aside and knocked unconscious. I made the wise, tactical decision to leg it as fast as I could while the dragon was distracted. That just left our ranger, who up until this point had been pretty much worthless. Couldn't sneak, couldn't fight, couldn't shoot for shit, nearly got killed by a wolverine. Our ranger rolls under the dragon, attacks its underside, then climbs up onto its back. The dragon takes off, and tried to shake off the ranger with rolls and dives, but amazingly, he hangs on. He climbs up to the dragon's neck, takes his sword in both hands and plunges his sword in.
Unfortunately, the dragon's scales were too thick to penetrate, and with both hands on his sword, he couldn't hold onto the dragon, and he fell off. The dragon landed, and prepared to face him a second time. Then it scored a critical hit against him with its first attack, and literally split him in two down the middle.
Later, our fighter wakes up, and staggers back to the city we'd come from, to find me sitting outside a cafe, enjoying a drink. Things got a little awkward at this point, apparently he thought my very reasonable decision to run away screaming was cowardly, or something, but lucky for me, dragons attacked the city. He runs off to help the guards fight, and I made my way to the highest point in the city to watch. A dragon landed next to me, and I became a carbon shadow against the wall.
And that's how my first and, to date, last campaign went.
When we got to the wizard's tomb, we found that he wasn't dead but had become a lich. We tried to call on our friend's god for some assistance, but apparently the lich was having none of that, and nothing happened. I made the call to back out, figuring we couldn't take on a lich (we were level 3. Seriously, DM, what the hell?), and we left empty-handed. Then a dragon attacked. Our rogue and cleric went down immediately, scorched by dragonfire. Our fighter tried to take it head-on, but got swatted aside and knocked unconscious. I made the wise, tactical decision to leg it as fast as I could while the dragon was distracted. That just left our ranger, who up until this point had been pretty much worthless. Couldn't sneak, couldn't fight, couldn't shoot for shit, nearly got killed by a wolverine. Our ranger rolls under the dragon, attacks its underside, then climbs up onto its back. The dragon takes off, and tried to shake off the ranger with rolls and dives, but amazingly, he hangs on. He climbs up to the dragon's neck, takes his sword in both hands and plunges his sword in.
Unfortunately, the dragon's scales were too thick to penetrate, and with both hands on his sword, he couldn't hold onto the dragon, and he fell off. The dragon landed, and prepared to face him a second time. Then it scored a critical hit against him with its first attack, and literally split him in two down the middle.
Later, our fighter wakes up, and staggers back to the city we'd come from, to find me sitting outside a cafe, enjoying a drink. Things got a little awkward at this point, apparently he thought my very reasonable decision to run away screaming was cowardly, or something, but lucky for me, dragons attacked the city. He runs off to help the guards fight, and I made my way to the highest point in the city to watch. A dragon landed next to me, and I became a carbon shadow against the wall.
And that's how my first and, to date, last campaign went.