As you probably know, back in high school in PNG Rahul and I ran a variety of fantasy campaigns, mostly based on D&D and the Fighting Fantasy rules (hey, we were young and foolish). By our final year in 1986 these had stabilized into a D&D game which Rahul ran most lunchtimes. The normal character roster included two elves (mine and Rahul's NPC), a magic-user (Rahul's sister Ashwini) and sidekick (one of Ashwini's friends), a cleric, a halfling (another of Ashwini's friends, more independent of spirit) and a dwarf; there were a couple of others, but I don't remember them clearly.

Things usually worked out with my elf and the halfling providing the aggressive (but not foolhardy) offensive spirit, Ashwini's magic-user providing somewhat erratic support from her broomstick (yes, really), the cleric being the restraining hand of caution, and Rahul's elf being general backup.

The dwarf was the comic relief. He was, I think, the most obnoxious character I have ever come across in a game. He was completely without redeeming features. To be fair, it wasn't entirely the dwarf's fault; the player was quite possibly the most obnoxious player I have ever come across.

Plain obnoxious we could have coped with, if he hadn't been idiotic and unpredictable as well. He wasn't supposed to be Chaotic, but his behaviour indicated otherwise. It became part of the game for the rest of us to wonder what he would do next to put us all in danger. "Party co-operation" just wasn't a concept to him; he picked fights with everyone. We managed (no, that's wrong - the cleric and the halfing managed) to defuse most of them, but sometimes things turned nasty. IIRC, he lost a fight to the magic-user, one to the halfling (who was at least a level lower than him and fairly amiable, so he must have really annoyed her to get her to fight him) and a couple to me (first time he said "Anything goes", so I cast a sleep spell on him; he didn't make the same mistake the second time, so I actually had to hit him a few times until he gave in).

He got us into so much trouble that at times we were plotting his death. Eventually he made one rash move too many and charged into a medusa's cavern. While we were retrieving the statue (after we had despatched the medusa), I "accidentally" knocked it over and (gasp!) it broke into little pieces. It was so sad.

You will have realized by now that the dwarf's name was Zoron. We called him Zoron the Moron.