Have you ever had a cool mount?

Have you ever had a cool mount?
What was it like?
Any cool stories?

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A barbarian I played years ago had a great big white Ox named Bruce. Bruce had 3 things he loved most in life: Headbutting my barbarian, slowly and calmly causing as much destruction of property as possible (walking through fences/gates/stables, and scratching his hind on carts until they toppled over are two things that come to mind), and purposfully sitting on chickens. Crushing chickens was by far his favorite passtime.

Usually in the combination of: About fifteen minutes pass. While sitting in the tavern, enjoying your Ale while trying to ignore the freshly forming welt on your forhead, the innkeeper storms in and slaps three, very flat, chicken carcassas on the table in front of you.
"He crushed my chickens!"
"Why do you keep your chickens in the stables?"
The innkeeper glares at you and growls, "Follow me." Once outside, he makes a grand gesture at the brand new hole in the fence around the stables, the debree leading right over towards the chicken coop. There sits Bruce, once again, not laying down like a normal Ox, but sitting on his hind quarters, head high in the air. Your eyes meet, and he bellows the most indignant, and pleasing sound he can make, almost as if he were laughing at the absurdity of it all.

That barbarian owed much silver to many innkeepers.

I had a talking donkey that would always make cynically sarcastic comments.

A player in one of mt settings had a winter wolf and a giant eagle. Another had a giant owl and we once played with a paladin that had a white bull as a holy mount similar to but with armor and very well trained, i had a wyvern in that setting.

Those are the ones that come to my mind right now. But im sure if i reccount every setting i might find two or maybe three other exotic/cool mounts someone has had in our games

Are you shrek?

No, I'm a Dorf. And Shrek's Dunkey is neither cynical nor sarcastic, just goofy.

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My paladin rode a gryphon into battle.

By the time I got it the party had become more or less the de facto leadership of the free world, or what was left of it, and we moved in on a city with our forces to liberate it from the orcish army that had taken it. The sorcerer and the monk lead the troops through the walls and clear the outer defences, while I engage the patrolling wyverns in the air. I tell my gryphon to climb, and we get above the city before dive bombing one of the wyverns and I leap from the saddle and grab the beast by the horns, wrenching its head up and headbutt the thing with a thunderous smite.

The others in the party are clearing a tower when I crash violently through the wall on the back of the now dead wyvern, and then dive off the ledge where my faithful mount catches me mid-air, and I proceed to hurl javelins at the remaining oversized lizards as the sorcerer lays down anti-air fire with his magic.

This more or less creates a precedent for how my character deals with airborne foes from then on, being leaping semi-blindly from high altitude and speed onto the target, which is a dragon more often than not, and beating the shit out of it. This strategy gradually becomes more and more extreme as the campaign goes on and we gain levels, until the day my character gets a set of Armor of Invulnerability.

We are attacking the enemy capital, more or less a Mordor version of Minas Tirith, and I tell the party to deal with the dragon patrols and keep them away from the army while I go ahead and take the main gate, essentially the Black Gate. I fly as high as my feathered friend can take me and we ride through the clouds, and I activate my armor's ability and drop, telling my gryphon to help the others.

I then impact the gate with enough force to be seen from the approaching army several miles away, penetrating six stories of stone and brick through the roof of a watchtower and landing in a 6 foot deep crater in the cellar, unharmed.

Really good story/10

My ranger was raising a baby Roc and was going to ride it around while swinging a longaxe but then he got cut in half by an angry orc barbarian.