D&D Players, What are the dumbest ways you died? 🅿️3
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- What’s the only character death more memorable than an epic, heroic sacrifice at the end of a campaign? Some random bullshit so stupid it hurts. You know what I’m talking about; that story you’re smirking about right now. Don’t cheap out, tell us: What is the dumbest way you’ve ever had a DND character die?
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My character had a psychotic break and jumped into an inter-dimensional portal because someone took his puppet he made out of a dead goblin “named Carl” and tossed it into said portal. The DM applauded me for playing my character to the hilt and then explained that all my companions heard where my blood curling screams as I was torn apart by a Bronze Dragon… 😅
He turned himself into a cabbage, funniest shit I’ve ever seen.
Cabbage Rick
A druid took a form of a deer to spy on the enemies in a forest. But another adventuring party(Party 2) on a separate mission shot him. They have no knowledge on druids, so when they saw him revert to human, they thought he was a cursed person. Despite the druid trying to explain the situation, Party 2 was in fear and killed him.
Ok but imagine if the Druid didn’t shape shift back until they tried to drain its blood…suddenly they have a dead guy hanging upside down and that looks very cult behavior
@@jackmack4181 I don't know what is more horrifying, that or following the rule that the deer has extra hit points, the bleeding reverts them back into human form, then the party kills him because they think he's cursed or something.
Party being hunted by Assassins, the party Barbarian was on guard duty, got rip roaring drunk and fell asleep.
Crushed by a falling piano. I will not elaborate.
"That's all, folks!"
I'm gonna need you to elaborate, though.
@@blakehamilton2489 nah
Good.
Loony Toons??
My favorite "Dumb Player Death" was when I was GM'ing and the players encountered an Anthill the size of an actual hill, and Giant Ants were pouring out of the top. The PCs were able to kill off the ants just about as quickly as they climbed out the top, but once 95% of the Ant population was slain, the remaining ants gave up and hid in the hill. The Party was properly trashed and barely holding on. The only PC left unhurt was a Geomancer caster, who decided it was his duty to cause the earth of the ant hill to collapse in on itself. While the rest of the party was taking a short rest, this Geomancer climbed to the top of the hill, and repeatedly failed every check to cause a cave-in. A lone Ant the size of a wolf went to investigate, found a lone wizard, and decided to grab him and pull him into the hill to feed his queen.
The ant wasn't even trying to hurt him, just drag him! The party was too beaten up to join this fight, so they left this Geomancer's life in his own hands. The ant succeeded every check to grapple and drag the Geomancer fully into his home, while the Geomancer failed every single check to kill the ant or escape. Once the Geomancer was yanked into the heart of the hill, he was then killed off and was turned into Ant food.
NOPE.
Our psionic wizard died to a piece of pottery thrown by terracotta warriors. We literally put up a defensive formation to protect him. He was on his final death save. It was just embarrassing. He later came back as a sentient flail, but that’s a story for a different time.
I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE FLAIL
@@kaitoshion4933 basically he made a deal with some god of illusions and trickery after he lost his tongue in a fight, he got the tongue back, and I think he was in service to her until he died. he got the short end of the deal. As a flail He is fully aware, but the characters do not know he is aware. The flail I think can change the type of damage it deals between fire ice and lightning. It’s been a while I don’t remember exactly how the flail works, but it is definitely sentient. A case of I have no mouth but I must scream
Dumbest one I can think of was my first time DMing. Candyland based world. They had to either get across a HOT chocolate inland sea OR take atleast 3 weeks to go around it. Despite me repeatedly pointing out a hot air balloon ferry service, priced 1 gold...no, these geniuses thought it be better to instead chop down multiple peppermint trees and make a raft cause "it was free!"
Their raft managed to get half way across before the heat from the hot chocolate sea finally melted it (basically gave it a hp bar and rolled damage each turn). This move killed 2 of my players and nearly killed all of them if I hadn't improvised and got the hot balloon ferry to rescue them!! 🤦♀️
AHAHAAHHAHA
TPK I DM'd. Was testing a major dungeon for a treasure hunting/lost history discovering themed campaign I was creating. This group was basically my play testers. Unfortunately when I said bring any character sheet they want between a level range,they all chose the lowest of that range then when offered three dungeons of different difficulties they chose the one that could be considered the hardest if you can't keep your greed in check. This dungeon was an abandoned citadel of two long dead dragons that had once ruled the area. I gave multiple hints and small encounters in the outlying ruins around the citidel about the dungeon's mechanic. Any loot that wasn't on or next to a skeleton was free to loot but disturb the dead and you had a fight on your hands. Its possible to not have a single battle and fully complete this dungeon.
Que them ignoring the supporting NPC and generally rushing through the outlying ruined town without exploring it much(One player failed a spot check due to their haste and stepped on some very very old caltrops). They then got to the first of the two walls of the citadel. It took them some time to find an opening to get in, and they got in a fight due to disturbing some dead soldiers. They skip the area between the first and second walls to just rush the second wall,they spotted the bones of one of the two dragons along the section of wall it had crashed down onto when it died all those years ago. One player wanted to get up there to quote "Take one of its fangs to hang on his wall." They failed to get to that section and went ahead to the courtyard in front of the keep where they found a lot of dead soldiers from both sides and the other dead dragon. This is as far as they got as the same guy ripped a fang out of this dragon's skull. Normally that should have caused that dragon's skeleton to rise and attack but I instead had some of its Dragonguards rise instead. Now they are outnumbered and out matched (Dragonguards were the best soldiers of their day) but the rusted armor of the dead halves their movement. The players had exploited this in the earlier fights with the rank and file undead. They decided to stand and fight in the middle of an open courtyard even though they had twice the movement speed.....
The results were predictable and they died while the supporting NPC took his chance to run. The main objective was to get to the citadel's vault but if they did some exploring they could have found out the pair of dragons had an egg hidden away in the keep. With some investigation they could have uncovered that the egg was kept stais,the egg haven't had aged a day since the siege. But well they kept poking the dead and kept being surprised when the dead poked back with sharp objects.
It was a lovely new campaign. Everybody started at level 3. As the sun rises above the tree line, a little kobold sorcerer named Cornflakes gets into a battle with his group of friends. The party had their path blocked by an army of Gremlins (custom enemy that looked like a cross between a goblin and a chihuahua that were immune to Fire, Ice, and Electric damage) that wouldn't let them pass without a fight.
Little cornflakes had the great idea of casting a poison spell, but he didn't have the range. He ran up to the gremlins, cast Tasha's Caustic Brew, and the DM had the player roll on the wild magic table. They rolled an 8, causing a fireball to erupt from them, consuming Cornflakes AND the Gremlins to be consumes in the spell. Unfortunately, being immune to fire damage, the Gremlins survived unscathed. Unfortunately for Cornflakes, he rolled just shy of max damage, AND failed his saving throw. The rest of the party sees a kobold shout "CORNFLAKES DO A THING!" before running straight into danger and suddenly explode in a blazing ball of fire, leaving nothing but a dead kobold and a bunch of confused Gremlins.
It took everyone several minutes to calm down from that.
Not me, but a friend. This friend was notorious for doing dumb things but it was always funny, like this instance. He was playing as a high elf wizard, and this was his and I's introductory DND session. His wizard was climbing down a narrow shaft and eventually found a room with a couple of enemies in it. Now, take a second to think what you would've done in this situation, because there's a really good chance that it's NOT what he did. He decided to make an Athletics check to cling to the wall with one hand like Spider-Man and shoot a magic missile. Wizards are notorious for having Strength as their dump stat, so it didn't really go well for him. Fell 40+ feet into the room below and broke his neck. No death saves since this was an intro to DND, but still really funny. He also stayed dead for about 4 hours of real time while the rest of the party tried to get to him. TLDR: Wizard discovers that he is not, in fact, Spider-Man.
Insulted a minotaur, proceeded to get charged by said minotaur and planted into the wall.
Wasnt me but my brother. He was playing a very very over weight ninja in some crazy space campaign our dm set up. The BBEG's spaceship was breaking apart and about to explode, everyone was running back to our ship ready to flee before it was to late... Only after the fight and broken ship had collapsed the ceiling in places he couldn't fit through the door way anymore. the party rolled horribly leading to him and another character who stayed behind to help him being reduced to a fine red mist.
There were no hard feelings my family is just crazy and we still laugh about that years later.
5 people dying to fall damage trying to jump on a flying enemy that was on the edge of a cliff. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three or more is the definition of insanity.
oh boy my time to shine... so let me tell you the story of Tim and his brother Nym who i don't know if i can top. Our story begins with Tim, the CE sorcerer. Tim was the first addition to the party as magic isnt super entry level player kind and many of the party were more the "beat it with a stick" kind of players. Joining in after waiting and getting to know the party and what they lacked and made up for wasnt hard, buffs, heals, dps. The only real thing missing at the moment was magic spells to do things with. So having a great roll for charisma, Tim the sorcerer was born and quickly found himself in a dungeon looking at the party getting introductions underway and telling them a little bit about him. In return the party told Tim where they were, how they got there, and the horrid war cri..... tactics they used to get the that part in the dungeon (i think like floor 7?) now there was A LOT happening in this dungeon but we were all reassured that now maybe magic traps won't be as bad. So we set off, around the corner our rogue calls out "Hey Tim, take a look at this you know what this is?" being cautious Tim pokes his head around the corner and the interaction goes something like this "You turn the corner and see a floating head, roll me a con save" Ah yes my favorite the natural 1 *cue dm laugh* "No way, again" cue natural 1 part two *now everyone is paying attention* "So, heres what happens, Tim walks up to the rogue, goes "yeah sure no problem bud ill take a look at it" and looks around the corner, as you see him do so all life leaves his eyes, as they grey over he starts groaning, he attacks (insert rogue name), Initiative" ...... and that was the end of Tim the sorcerer, and the birth of Nym, his brother. (part 1)
now his brother Nym, was very similar to his brother in being chaotic neutral but he was more put together in the story, he just lost his brother to a teleportation incident and heard there was a party in the dungeon whom may have seen him, so he joins the party after finding out his brother had passed away and regardless he might as well finish what his failure of a brother couldn't, if nothing else to hold it over him in whatever afterlife they would probably find themselves in. So, Nym the Sorcerer joined the party. enter rest of party... rogue, cleric(with flavorful healing taste, ye old shiny holy codpiece of reverence), the bard Heyu, and the monk.... Now Nym wasn't the social type as his brothers death seemed to be very suspicious when the party talked about it, and he felt his brother being older and "better" at magic he probably wouldn't go that easy so he kept his guard up for the most part to everyone but the monk who he jokingly flirted with. First couple encounters pass and we end up fighting a floor boss and getting access to his throne and treasure in the room, Nym immediately proceeds to sit on it, the party not caring about him go and loot goblin the room, finding food, some gold and a really nice rug. Nym un-interested casually flirts with monk as a joke, monk said "here and now" the party moved to a different room and they got to business, we moved on as we aren't the type to go into that more than it happened. THE NEXT ENCOUNTER/DAY IN PART 3
(part 2 will type part 3 another day depending on how many replies or if it liked enough or the big man himself reads/comment idk its 2 am and there is more to tell as well as its ending, its not the dumbest but its close and the most ..... poetic? )
Had a player using an avatar character trying to abuse a deck of many things as in "this is your penalty" while tormenting another player and 100% randomly accidentally made that player's character into another avatar who promptly banished him.
Died by a. UTI and the party never healed me. Also died outside an outhouse by a dropped torch
In Symbaroum one of our PCs was attacked by a swarm of blue flies. His low toughness meant he kept meeting his pain threshold and the player kept opting to take an extra attack rather than go down.
He died to a swarm of gnats essentially.
My character was showing off a nice little magical item he was carrying called The Deck of Many More Things. Now this happened after the deck got changed and is now officially 3 times as large, hence the name. As we were walking through town, I was showing off what it could do, being the chaos goblin I am. At first, I gained telepathy up to 90 ft range. Nice.
Then, I drew the Corpse card, and got dropped to 0 health instantly, roll your death-saves, healing and stabilizing won't help you. I succeeded on that and got healed to 1 hp by the paladin, with the tone of 'Told you so'.
At that point, I thought 1 more, so I drew the pit card. That forces you to roll 3d6 and that creates a pit underneath you instantly of the resulting roll times 10 ft.
So i fell 90 ft down a pit, at 1 hp, in the middle of the street, and died right before going towards the BBEG in a campaign going 3 years on. I was laughing the whole time, and forced my DM to end the session an hour earlier than planned to sort it out.
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Let me tell you the story of Kroom.
Kroom wasn't my character, but he was a memorable death, and an easily preventable one.
Kroom was a minotaur who traveled with the Murder of Hobos... er...Heroes. If I remember right, he was a monk, who always took out enemies with back-breaking punches. He was also one of the biggest himbos in the game, with all muscle and no thoughts.
He was adored by the party and was keen to do stupid actions when he wasn't being watched. One of his main things was eating things he really shouldn't have eaten.
Now, one day, after a major battle against an orc tribe, our party was in disarray due to a moral quandary. My character wanted to spare the woman and children, and another character wanted to end the tribe then and there. As we were bickering about the tribe's fate, Kroom wandered around and found the treasure hoard the post-humorous chieftain had accrued. The hoard had a variety of magical and non-magical trinkets.
Kroom, not really caring about wealth, simply grabbed a healing potion to heal up. However, as he was looking for one, he also found a small wooden feather. Being the pica-possessed fool he was, he grabbed the wooden feather, swallowed it, and used the health potion as a chaser.
At this point, our DM paused. He looked at the book, paused again, rolled a die, looked at the book, and paused. He then said in abject horror:
"I think you just....die."
Our entire group howled in laughter. After a minute or two, we calmed down and listened as the DM spoke.
Kroom had exploded. And in his place was a boat. Apparently, he had swallowed a token that, when wet, would turn into a boat. This wouldn't have been as much of an issue had he not drunk the potion immediately afterward.
Our characters were horrified. The players were amused. And Kroom? Kroom was dead.
My character eventually commissioned a painting to hang in their guild hall. But that's a different story altogether.
TLDR: Player's minotaur character dies after they eat a boat by accident.
He was mini-torn up when his soul sailed away😂
Got turned into a fish, then was kicked into a pool of lava.
We got attacked by a group of bandit . Once our group got the upper hand they started to flee . So has a ranger that specialized in archery and like my god is sign was a bow and in my background my clan were really proud archer . So has a master archer I started to shoot them while they flee my teammate who play a paladin got mad grabbed my bow and split it in half with us knee . My ranger was mad because of how meaningful bow was + I had absolutely nothing to do damage / defend myself . I started to walk away but just because I was I few feet away alone got swarm by 3 harpies died without the possibility to defend myself because of my teammates and when he did that he said this is how my character is ! I said to myself and who play that character
My last dm was ex-military, so he put our characters through medieval boot camp. My character took a sh** on a captain's desk. He was made to run laps, dig holes and refill them, and generally back-breaking labor until he died from exhaustion.
That stupid ambush at the beginning of lost mines of Phandelver...
I didnt DIE but I was playing a homebrew westmarch, and there was a tesseract like ship that would.."appear" every so often, it was ran by demons with it working like so "if you sign this waver saying your soul is mine, you can enter the cube and fight, if you survive you keep the un natural amount of treasure", we came to a room with a dragon in it.
I was a tortle cleric and one of the players was a minotaur with a large broad axe....he came up with the idea of if I got in my shell he would hocky puck hit me at the dragon....he succeeded....buuuuut it barely did anything....so we pissed off a red dragon trapped in a small cube room...
I wish to one day fully animate this story, as the comedy was just too good, but telling for now works. Buckle in kids.
Our party was assigned to find the aging kings son who went missing recently, so our party of a wizard (the only smart one) a kobold rogue barbarian bard (Rogue/bard multiclass that did one of those things once after this story), a ranger who seemed confused, and elf that I have zero idea what he even did (he left the next session) so he was just the blond one, all set out to search the castle for any clues, except me, the Tabbaxi who had his own agenda. I had spent my time trying to break into the royal kitchen to get some cheese as bribe tool so I could get revenge on a random farmer.
My self made quest, did not go so well, I tried to sneak in, got caught and shooed out; tried again and was physically thrown out by the chief who then locked the door. A iron enforced door too. I tried to get the kobold to help but he was too busy helping the rest of the party scale a wall, working together doing extreme parkour and acrobatics to grab onto a rope, that they set.
So I get the bright idea to get some explosives from the armory. Due to what I can only assume could be extreme autism felt the need to sneak around the guards, successfully doing so or just didn't care because I was supposed to be there, when I actually tried to get into the armory it went as expected. Ended up in "The guest house" multiple times, its in quotes because the DM said, as I was not the first to end up there "You don't want to know what that is." It turned out it was where they bred the horses. So after forcing and sneaking my way both didn't work, I tried a new tactic.
But quickly to catch up with the rest of party, they finally caught the rope and climbed into a hidden tower and were faced with a puzzle, there was a rotted corpse of a dead elf king, a bowl, and a keg of ale. This room would house our doom. The corpse had a interesting effect, where if you attacked it you'd teleport somewhere random and seemingly teleport back randomly (There was a method but that's for a different story), throwing an object did the same thing, attacking it with a arrow attached to a rope sent the blond elf and ranger party members to a white void. No they didn't die, they teleported back eventually. And they also discovered the keg was one of infinite ale. I bring this update because our doom is in this room.
Cutting back to the Tabbaxi, while this was happening I tried to bribe a guard with guilt to let me in, creating a fake sob story where I needed matches otherwise somebody I care about dies and only place I knew that had them was the armory. He gave in, with a smile, handing me a single match. I tried to ask for more, but he stated that's all he had, however he was willing to show me a way in, and I followed. He led me to this door in the court yard, and let me inside. It was dark, and there was a series of stairs twisting down ever so lower and eventually I felt a bit of slop on my feet and because it was so deep and dark I couldn't see, so I lit the match... It was the sewer... and (Due to me pointing the science out to the DM) lit the methane on fire. My character had never ran so fast in his life, especially up so many stairs, I got to the door and it had been locked and I could see the guard was blocking it too, through sheer belief and desperation I broke it down before the flames got to me.
Realizing I couldn't get those explosives on my own caught back up with the party, and got to the room quicker because I skipped that stupid rope. And tried to help them out, the elf and ranger popped back up, I tried what they did and caused the dwarfs to start invading the human kingdom by a domino effect involving scaring a child on accident in a attempt to offer help, we examined the room more, got confused by the bowl more than anything. And I was getting an idea with that keg of ale... a explosive idea... I just needed a rope to lower it.
And while I was sorting that out the kobold being frustrated decided to pick up the corpse before throwing it at the wall... it caused the castle to vanish, the whole estate, just gone with us still there suspend above air giving us the freedom to plunge over 50ft down.
The DM by this point was doing the math to keep us alive and more to himself than us was going something like "Okay its going to be near death, but with the sewer still there below landing on the poop should absorb most of the damage..." to which all of us pointed out "But wait the sewer is on fire...." causing our DM to face palm. We plunged to our deaths into our deaths by flaming poop. The DM and us wanting to keep playing essentially went "You managed to screw up so bad that the gods themselves took this moment in the time line making it so small it could only be a memory bringing you back to where you were before. That event while it happened for your characters it feels like memory that never happened and a example of consequences."
My First TPK was by us falling into a pile of flaming crap... I couldn't have asked for anything better
Oh if you thought the keg was going to be the source our deaths, no, well almost. The kobold had a match and was thinking a similar idea, except it was for the puzzle and not a kitchen door. But the DM straight up said "I'm going to stop you right there, no. Because if you did that, to put it simply, you would create a whole new STAR!" Mind you this was before the fire crap free fall, so he tried to prevent our stupid deaths, thrice... the first one was that rope.
shot by the paladin, scorched by the sorceress, desintegrated by the warlock, stabbed by the bard - the rogue was not the impostor
they befriended the greater doppelganger afterwards
Pathfinder, coliseum death match. Sorcerer wanted to cast fireball, but the rogue was in the way. Rogue, who has evasion and a high reflex save, goes, "Don't worry, I can tank it!" His final words were ever so ironic as he failed the save and turned to ashes.
We've a guy who's specialized in getting his characters into unnecessary peril.
In our latest long running campaign (that's been on a 1 yr hiatus now ;__;) we fought a pyromaniac mini-boss who's hideout caught on fire and we even had to start doing CON rolls for smoke inhalation halfway through. Then as we defeat the boss, hogtie him and start making our exit with our wounded, this one friends mage decides to go exploring in a hallway with a door we hadn't checked in the boss-room.
My rogue tries to shout after seeing his mage disappear in the smoke in the wrong way, but I fail my CON save and am interrupted by a coughing fit.
Somehow he survives and manages to get out by sheer luck before his HP runs out and shortly after the exit collapses. Our player who's lady paladin had sworn an oath to protect this lady mage with her life was not happy about this reckless self-endangerment.
We also had an encounter in one of the earlier seshes where we fought a troll and a couple hollows/zombies and instead of staying in the back lane providing covering fire et.c. this squishy mage of ours casts mirror image to come duke out in the front, when we already had a Paladin, a Barbarian, a Rogue and a Thaumaturge in the front.
After the troll made a bunch of swings at my rogue and getting mocked (my rogue called it a bitch) the troll turned his focus to the mage it was seeing in triple and knocked her out in a single blow.
In the aftermath with our party gathered around our knocked out mage, waking her up and providing first aid, my rogue walks up, removes his helmet and chimes in with a "What were you thinking you dumb bitch?!". Got a lot of "O_o"-looks from the party but many were thinking something along the same lines.
My whole party died for interrupting a bunch of giant mud crabs during a mating ritual. We just wanted crab legs for dinner.
I spent three hours rolling up a new character and got unalived by a flying candlestick less than ten seconds after walking into the haunted mansion.
We were having fun participating in a horse race, except instead of horses, everyone was riding horse-sized capybaras. They were as cute as you'd imagine. It was sort of a _Wacky Races_ situation, so everyone was casting spells and using items to trip each other up. The ranger threw a freaking canoe onto the track and took a shortcut through some people's houses, and I combined some cantrips together to make a makeshift afterburner just to name a couple of examples. Near the end of the race, I was pushed into an aqueduct and got soaked, so I took off my shirt, rung it out, and used the water to cast Ice Knife on the track in front of an NPC to make him slip on the ice. Apparently, he and his mount didn't have much HP, because the damage from the icicle exploding killed them. I felt so bad about it that I tried to reenact the ending of _Cars_ and carry them to the finish line. I picked them up, got on my own mount, and smacked its butt with the flat of my sword like a riding crop, but I hit it way too hard and killed it too. So, already committed to the idea and wanting to at least finish the race, to the horror of everyone in the audience (and myself), I, being super buff with high Str and Con, carried the bodies of the guy and both large capybara things across the finish line. The dinner to celebrate the end of the race was predictably quiet after that.
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My buddy was playing a level 3 warlock after three years as a high level barbarian. He proceded to run up to the attic to fight some ghouls. two rounds later, he is ripped in half after the bard attempted to save him. We laughed for a solid couple minutes after this.
Flattened by a wheel of cheese, I will not elaborate.
We just recently had this happen.
Our assassin left the rest of us behind and successfully snuck into the camp where the current BBEG was and fired 2 successful shots through the cloth walls of the tent. Instead of running, the rogue stayed for a 3rd shot and then bonus action dashed away. Too late. The armies had arrived and cut off paths to exit. Drow darkness helped for a while, but it was too little too late.
I really should be asleep but it is way too hot to get proper rest. So here are two, one I experienced myself.
ME: My level 3 dragonborn barbarian was trying to find the bathroom in a dungeon. He could not read since he was illiterate and accidentally walked into the ladies' bathroom. The medusa powdering her face turned him to stone.
Player: This was 4th edition. A party of five level 8 characters (1 elf, 1 dwarf, 2 humans, and 1 tiefling) was trying to figure out a puzzle to a treasure room in a temple dedicated to the God of Lies.
There were four statues, each dedicating a masked figure. One priest, One king, One farmer, and One thief. The riddle for the door was written on an altar in the middle of the room and said the following.
"Each of us lies, but only one of us cries. Each of us steals, yet one of us prays. Each of us lives, yet one of us kills. Each of us dies, yet one of us survives. Which one of us is the odd one out?"
The riddle was a red herring and had no influence on the puzzle. The true puzzle was to turn the statues in different directions so they did not face each other.
For some reason, the tiefling, who was a rogue, decided to interpret the riddle that the party needed to kill a member of the party as a sacrifice to the doorway. This was not something they planned mind you. They didn't even worship the deity. They just decided to go all cultist when faced with this puzzle. Still have no clue why they did it.
So they convinced the group to take a long rest and get some clear heads tomorrow while sending me private messages (we were playing by forum), and I made sure to ask them if they had thought through their actions, three times, and they said yes each time. But I do not think that was the truth.
During the night the rogue poisoned the food rations with a mixture of purple worm poison, zombie flesh, and nightshade. Almost all of it was stolen from the other party member's loot, except for the poison which she had.
During breakfast on the altar, the other four party members all fell into a catatonic state after failing to save against the poison. The thief then propped them all up onto the altar and proceeded to slice open their ribcages like an aztecian/inkan high priest.
When that failed to solve the puzzle she spent the next week trying to solve the riddle alone, before eventually starving. Having forgotten in her greed that there was still half a dungeon between her and the exit, plus she had poisoned all the rations.
Still ain't got a clue why she did that.
Maybe she had period brain fog for her and her character😂😂😂
Final boss monster of our second game, Orc barb who rolls a 1/20 then a 1/100 crit fails his attack and kills himself, (sword bounced off floor/rock into head). Myself, a cleric, lands attack only to be bitten in half by good monster roll, lights go out. human ranger, now in the dark, who was disrobed due to not getting dressed when the DM was allowing it and instead fired off arrows for no reason, was spending 10+ turns to get dressed, gives up and commits suicide, gnome fighter with one crippled arm fights monster with dagger and then broken arrow shaft, for 3+ turns, eventually kills monster with 1 hp left.
I once was in the underdark on my lock/bard. Our party was doing Out of the Abyss, I cast gaseous form on my self and went up to the roof of a cavern that had tiny holes in it, where I was greeted face to face with a Death tyrant, which cast flesh to stone on me, I failed the save.... and the DM ruled it that because I was essentially vapor that I turned into sand, and then fell to a little pile of sand at my party's feet.
One game I was in, our party had killed a few bulettes on the way to a town. I had recently discovered that Pathfinder actually has stats for making armor out of bulette hide and thought it would be cool to have a set for my Brawler, so I lugged one of the bodies along to town to commission the armor.
Now, the rest of the party (one extremely impatient and self-centered player in particular) wanted to pick up the info for our next quest and leave right away, but I decided to stay in town until the armor was ready; it was only going to take a day to make, and I figured that I could just get a horse to catch up with the rest of the party once I had it. The party's cleric (and only healer!) decided to stay in town with me, which the impatient player didn't pick up on at first. Everything seems to be going fine...
Until the cleric and I get a random encounter on our way to meet up with the others. It's a basilisk. And I proceed to roll a nat 1 on the Fortitude save against its petrifying gaze, while the cleric passes. They manage to retrieve my petrified character and bring me back to town, and secure a _stone to flesh_ spell from the temple.
...And I fail the Fortitude save against the spell. By *one.* So I don't survive the de-petrifying, end up needing a _raise dead_ spell (saddling me with two negative levels, effectively a -2 on *everything* until they're cured), and spend a good 10 minutes trying to locate my d20 later that session after chucking it across the room in frustration.
The best part? After we finally catch up to the rest of the party, we end up in a fight with some oozes, and since I'm basically the only one who _doesn't_ use piercing or slashing weapons I'm left doing most of the work fighting them.
And this particular type of ooze melts weapons and armor on contact.
So I went through that entire ordeal with the basilisk and dying to a botched roll... just to end up losing that nice, fancy bulette hide armor *the same session I fucking got it.*
I've had a grudge against basilisks ever since.
My soul knife rogue formed a telepathic connection with someone he didn't know was possessed by a demon. DM told me to make a wisdom save and when I failed the save, the DM was just like "the demon possessing him jumps to you, you start going on a rampage, and the Dwarven king kills you."
An Elvin assassin died by running twords a tarask that was setting off a fantasy equivalent to a nuke. The rest of the party evacuated along with the city, all the party found of him was a black outline on a wall. The dm hinted to this guy at least 5 times that he should probably leave.
Me and some other people were playing a one off set in ravenloft. While exploring a tomb, we found a ratty looking cloak that detected as magical on a skeleton(non enemy veriety) that looked like the person had died in pain. We didn't have the time to identify it, so one of the other players decided to test it by putting it on.
Or rather, he put it on me. It then proceeded to become a horde of rats that very promptly bit me to death.
We were going through a deep cave, several day journey. I, as the druid (maybe cleric, I remember having to do some prayers later...), decided the party could use a wall of protection for the night...so I stone shaped a wall around our camp. The rest of the party didn't like this idea and decided to stay the night outside the wall I made..... I got attacked and taken over by a doppleganger.... lol. So, because I tried to be protected, now I was not me trying to pretend to be me, and having to somehow not perform the healing and deathrite rituals I was expected to perform, long after leaving the caves. The party began to be suspicious by my lack of Class work, and eventually killed my character, quite suddenly.
I tried to be smart, ended up being stupid.
I had a really old Gnome and I'd spin a wheel online from 1-100 with a 1% chance of him dying of old age during each long rest. It only took about 5 or 6 before he kicked the bucket in the night. It was both hilarious and tragic that he was just gone so anticlimactically.
My dumbest way was not the death itself, but the fact that the players KNEW what the campaign was based on, and STILL decided to split up.
(Even weirder, the player who was first to die in the basis actually survivved)
A fellow player once played "The Cavalier". That character didn't reveal his true name. Ever. We could only tell he was some low rank noble from him being a knight. But from which family? It was up in the air.
So, when he got hit by a disintegrating ray and failed his saving throw, the DM couldn't even come up with an improbable way to grant one use of True Resurrection, because NOBODY KNEW HIS NAME!
That player never played any kind of mysterious character ever again. From then on, we got the full name, every time.
THIS is the story of a Tomb of Annihilation TPK. We just opened the tomb and was about to enter at the end of the previous session. Starting this session, 1 player wasn't there. 2/3 remaining players decide that they're not going to make backup characters and just play it like one chance or end it. The DM agreed leaving me quite annoyed by that decision suddenly.
To prepare for it, the Divination Wizard who had a few demonic homebrew powers was trying to summon a Glabrezu to make it a minion for the fight. A CR9 Demon and our DM said he's only able to make deals up to half his current level (10). In summoning attempt he was actually reverse summoned into a 1v1 arena and had to fight it in order to tame it. Oh he tried to cheese it by first putting up a wall of force around the demon, then tried to summon Mordenkainen's Faithful Hound, only he forgot he couldn't summon it INSIDE the wall of force. And when he tried to fix it, the Demon cast dispell magic on the hound and killed the wizard.
Our Ranger, jumped into a mouth of the many faces in the area. He first jumped head first into a shadow devil. Then later jumped into one, fell down to the next level of the tomb and into a floor puzzle with a deadly trap. Oh he died to the traps. He called it, Black Cat Energy.
My cleric, was just trying to get around the tomb and first fought the Grey Slaad and forced it to flee by dealing a ton of damage to it. THEN cleared a whole fake tomb of undead solo before running into some stone soldiers. These soldiers had a home brew healing mechanic because of other people. I STILL Crit killed 1 of the healing soldiers and went down to the other. While rolling death saves the DM used a "Superior Healing Potion" I found with the missing PC's to heal my Cleric, only to reveal it was a bottle of wyvern poison disguised as a healing potion. The Missing player's character just killed over from that.
A group of goblins threw their water skins at me. I was a Fire Genasi.
Party's boat destroyed by water elemental. Party either on or near elemental. Wizard casts fireball. TPK.
My tempest cleric with 20 wisdom had far less common sense than he should’ve. He charged alone at a mostly docile kraken. He was beaten nearly to death then swallowed.
First time I ever played, I rolled up a lvl 2 paladin and during session one, during the first round of combat, I happened to go first. The character was a tanky build with heavy armor and high Con and we ran into a Grik. My character dashed down the sandy slope, intending to engage with the enemy while my allies threw spells and arrows down on it. The Grik went next and the DM crit, and roll the max possible damage, killing the paladin instantly without death saves due to the overkill damage.
We had a player's character die during character creation in Traveller. The player was a space pirate and had "just one more" career term to learn extra skills, and failed his survival roll. The mishap was getting caught by authorities. He failed his Parole check over and over and over again, spending five terms (twenty years) in prison, suffering injuries from riots and aging effects. When the character hit the age of 80 years old, injury reduced his Strength score to zero. The capable space pirate died in prison as a feeble, crippled old man.
See, your character starts with a mini-game going through four-year life paths, and you have to roll to see if you survive. Fail that in Classic Traveller, and your character dies and you have to start all over. Modern Traveller, you character is ejected from that career and suffers a mishap.
Sooooo, we were fighting the Xanathar, and he forgot to move behind a wall for cover... disintegrated in the blink of an eye...
My first ever dnd character decided it would be a good idea to split the party so that while two of the party took care of shopping the other two of us (myself and my buddy asmond) could go investigate a cave that several people had gone missing in, it turns out the cave had 2 ropers in it and my Dragonborn life cleric and my ranger friend were no match for an 80' reach and subsequent piercing damage
Through a large dungeon, we get into a large room, with a huge rug in the middle, and pillars along the side. We assumed the rug was a trap, and so I, as a rogue halfling, took to the sides.....pit trap.
I survived, tried climbing out, but fell back in. Barbarian comes down to try to help me out, and we both fall back in... once we finally do get out, and I'm healed back up from 1hp, I decide to go for the previously expected obvious trap, the rug....which was an obvious trap....a much deeper pit trap.... while I fell, I notched a line to an arrow in my crossbow, like a grappling hook launcher.....and rolled a 1, followed by a 20 and then a 1......absolute confirmed self death. Accidentally shot myself in the chin.
The rest of the party continued, into a frozen cave....where they met a little girl, that asked what their True Names were........ the other halfling in the group (played by a young woman), decided the girl in the frozen cave was cute and she wanted to hug her......the little girl didn't take kindly to that, and backhanded her 100ft in a 50ft room.....splat! Because the little girl was a frost dragon in human form (because that's a thing in 3.5....). The player threw her dice into the garbage bin outside....... But forever, our group will give this advice: Don't hug the dragon...
AD&D. Lawful Evil Half-Orc fighter/assassin. LVL 5 after about 20 sessions. Two PVP kills against the same Chaotic Dumbass player with the tacit approval of the GM. Survived a Lich encounter. Survived a Green Dragon encounter. Bitten by a snake while inspecting an empty fireplace in an abandoned hut that we were going to sleep in. Failed saving throw vs. poison. Roll up a new character.
This was in a game of MERP (Middle-Earth Role Playing Game) that we had managed to keep going for the better part of 3 years. Our party consisted of Celgolas, a Sindarin Ranger; Lallian, a Sindarin Wizard; Cernowyth, a Sylvan Cleric (or whatever the equivalent is in MERP); Dirk, a Dunedain Warrior; and Kionnalil, a Noldor Rogue. My father ran the first three, our DM (my father’s best friend and a family godfather, known as Uncle) ran Dirk, and Kionnalil was mine. Why do I mention the relationships here? To illustrate not only how well we supposedly knew each other, but the sheer amount of experience my dad and uncle shared in RPGs. These two are OG D&D players and played MERP nearly as long. I grew up hearing their war stories, but this was my first RPG campaign.
So, we’d been contracted to explore this dungeon complex outside of a large-ish town in Gondor. The mayor’s daughter had been kidnapped by some sort of cultists (Followers of the Flame in the Darkness, our DM called them; this was a homebrew campaign mixed with elements from a module), and we needed to infiltrate their presumed hideout and rescue her before she was utilized as an appeasing snack for the subject of their zealotry. We’re old hands at this by now-we sneak, we search, we fight as necessary. The Dice Gods are showing us an inordinate amount of favor, and we are mowing through this complex with ease. We are unstoppable!
Being the rogue, Kionnalil is exploring everywhere. This includes a large room inside one particular chamber. Here, the dice fail her. She rolls a mere 12. Celgolas, seeing her befuddlement, goes to help her examine this room. He is likewise stymied, his roll only 17. Their curiosity piqued-surely there must be something special about this room if neither the rogue nor the ranger can unravel whatever secrets it holds!-the other three party members join them within. Before Dirk crosses the threshold, Kionalil has a sudden foreboding thought and asks him to keep the door open, to block it with a rock or stay outside.
Dirk, however, has already stepped inside the room. As soon as she finishes the request, the door slams shut and water begins spilling into the room. The party frantically searches for a way to open the door, pushing it with all their might, casting spells, and looking for levers or buttons or switches, but it is to no avail. The room swiftly fills, and in only minutes our souls are off to the Halls of Mandos, waiting for either release or rebirth in the distant future.
A collective 60+ years’ experience in RPGs, and we suffer a TPK to a literal water closet. Uncle DM’s excuse? “I didn’t expect you both to roll so badly.”
Since when is a 17 rolling badly?
I don't recall if I mentioned it previously but I had a character trip and die while trying to punt a goblin off a cliff.
Simple, dumb, and hilarious!
Fellow player not paying attention to what the DM says. "This loot bag has multiple bags of holding and like item." Dude, proceeds to scoop up all them with many other magical items, effectively creating a black hole killing everyone.
Had another character no die but incapacitated by blowing a war horn. While standing on a carpet of smothering. This was my first session ever in DnD. Alcohol might have been involved
Had a PC jump out a window once. As a new DM at the time, I forgot the rules for fall damage and made a quick ruling. The PC died. I felt terrible, but the table decided to run with it regardless. That campaign ended shortly afterwards, and I learned to maybe read the rules.
Not mine, but two highlights from a long running world of darkness game are the "Three Hour Tremire" who, while in a small army of vampires running for their unlives from a surpise hungry Gen 1 (i forget the proper name) vampire killing everything, decided the shadow tentacles were only targeting movement. He lasted 3 hours creation to death
The other is the "Three Minute Carnie" made by a newer player, the younger brother of an older player in the group.
He kept irritating his brother in & out of game, his brother's character WAS a violence prone psycho whom he eventually threatened in game.
Total was closer to ten minutes, but 3 Minute Carnie sounds better
My character died twice within an hour:
The first time, I was running down some stairs to grab a book, when I was about to get there, I got squashed by a gelatnis cube, a few max damage rolls, a nat 1 and 2 on a death save later and I’m dead. I show up at this empty bar and this bartender gives me the whole story of how I died and where I am now. He then says: “I like you kid, how about this, I can let you pass on, or we can play a game, but if you lose your soul is mine.” I accept, and win, I’m revived, but then he says: “watch out next time, I won’t be so leaning if you die again” and I’m back to life. By the time we killed the cube, got the book (which is a spell book a very powerful wizard wants) and get back to town to deliver said spellbook, we are offered a contract to find the armor of archimedes, which by then, he has presented us a geas. I was new to dnd at the time, and had been playing for about 2 months and didn’t know what a geas was, I didn’t like sound of magic contract that if I don’t follow I die so tried to burn it, my character also being partially crazy from literally just going to hell and back. The wizard gets pissed off after attempt 4 of throwing torch at the geas, and power word kills my level 3 character… I am now banished to the seven hells in eternal suffering.
We had just hit level 5 in a Feywild campaign and were trying to save a city from an invasion of Gnolls led by a Flind. I decided to try and kill off as many as I could with a lightning bolt that was also primed to hit the Flind. Turns out Flinds are actually pretty smart tactically, because as soon as I let loose a decently powerful lightning bolt that killed off 3 outta the 5 gnolls from that spell, two Fangs of Yeenoghu came out of the bushes that we didn’t bother to check. I was dead before I hit the floor.
Drowned in a pool of healing
In the first campaign I ever played, a level 1 wizard fell down a flight of stairs and died instantly, because the fall damage rolled 11. He had 6 hit points.
DM: roll perception
Me: does a 0 count?
DM: you hear nothing. You inhale to see if you were breathing, and you were not. Take 8 points of necrotic damage
Me on 7 HP: *checks notes* OH SH-, THAT KILLS
DM: wait it WHAT?!
"But aren't you a god?"
It was a co-op game. I was not the one running that conversation.
I nearly had my sorcerer die not 10 minutes into session 1 of a campaign we started this last Saturday. Three of the five of us were kinda wacky characters, myself being a mimic that ate a wild magic sorcerer and turned human, gaining wild magic. Another player, the wizard, was an enhanced familiar. A small orange cat. I tried to pet him not knowing it was another player and as a joke he said he swatted at me with his claws. Nat 20 and max damage. Which wasn’t enough to kill me outright but came dang near close seeing as I have 8 health and he did something like 11 damage. In the end the dm just let my character heal and we continued, but we can’t help but laugh at how my character nearly died by 5 damage to a cat familiar.
First time I ever played. I died in a single hit to a nat 20 from a sewer rat. First fight, first roll, dead
So bard obtains a "dormant" demilich skull. It needs to consume souls to come back to life. Bard gets it in his head, thanks to an NPC, that if he just "strength of will"s his way into overpowering this thing, its power will be his. He flubs the very first save so hard he gets his soul sucked in. DM fabricates some stuff about how his pet fairy dragon, distressed, sacrifices itself to draw on feywild magic to create an artificial soul for the bard so that they can live long enough to get their soul back. Bard uses magic (iirc speak with dead) to hear their soul in there, uneaten because the demilich has been lonely trapped within this vessel so long. So we find out about some mcguffins to gather and spend the next few sessions setting everything up just so this guy can get back to normal. A new player, a monk, joins us during the session when we actually act it out. So he hears us talk about how this thing eats souls probably a dozen times in 4-5 minutes, as well as how we gathered these one time use items just to fix this, etc. and, after we finally get Bard back to normal with some lucky rolls... Monk goes "I touch the demilich skull!" We all ask ARE YOU SURE!? YOU HEARD WHAT IT DOES!!!" He says yes and subsequently gets his soul sucked out... Now that we used up all the mcguffins on Bard.
He even had the gall to try and blame us for not stopping him and was mumbling about making a spite character who would want revenge... for something he did to himself? 😅
To cut a long story short, my character was a victim. The others kept making fun of him, abandoning him in traps, etc....
We'd been miniaturized by a tiny magical people who we had to stop stealing fireworks.
However, for them to accept, we had to confiscate the wand of a sorcerer (also tiny) who was threatening the village.
After an epic battle, my character found himself in possession of the wand by a twist of fate.
On his way home, the tiny village chief asked my character to hand over the wand. But he had already been corrupted by the wand's power. He refused to hand it over, so she banished us from the village. My comrades then demanded that I restore us to our normal size (the fireworks problem had been solved), but I had decided to take revenge for the mistreatment I had received. I managed to seriously injure one of my comrades, but the others managed to grab hold of the wand and bring everyone back to their normal size. Everyone except my character, who was standing on the head of one of the companions. As the campaign drew to a close, the plan was to make my character an antagonist for the sequel, but when he started to descend from the player's skull where he was standing towards his ear, the player felt him and, thinking he was an insect, crushed him.
Thus ends the story of Bethaema, who, unable to finish as an antagonist, saw his tiny corpse crushed by passers-by and buried in the snow.
Well, he was resurrected afterwards, but that wasn't really interesting.
there was a rip in space time were one of my party members touched it and got burned, I decided to jump into it even though THEY GOT BURNED.
The rogue and wizard killing the other party member, thats some middle school/high school bs. Keeps casuals from ever getting interested bc they think itll just turn into the rogue hides and steals everything or player kills the whole time.
1)was down to 1 hp so I fled the fighting area, dm told me that literally one square off the mat we were using there was a ten foot drop & I failed my acrobatics save, so I basically tripped on a rock & died
2)"I'll save you Fighter!" *hands Paladin one end of the 100 ft rope tied around my waste & jumps into a ravine, the ground below us is...less than 100 feet*
My early days of RPGing. My first and only game of Runequest (early edition). Worked up a basic character, which took ages, and he joined the Party. We approach the dungeon entrance and, as per instructions, my character stays at the rear. Whomever is upfront opens the door into the dungeon, and triggers a trap which fires a sling bullet.
Everybody else in the Party makes a successful Dodge save. My Character doesn't. He instead manages to catch the sling bullet with his unarmored forehead. The sling bullet crits out in a major way. Instakill, The poor b##t#rd never even got inside the dungeon.
Other Players sympathized, but went to say; "This sort of thing happens A LOT in RQ." I was offered a chance to work up a replacement but, given the time taken for #1, I declined. That was over 40 years ago. I've since played pretty much every other RPG system out there, but never again Runequest.
Don’t worry guys: I got this!
*said the wild magic sorcerer immediately before turning one guard into a potted plant while fireballing himself at the entrance of the bank at 2am*
One time, my Fighter and another Fighter walked into a bar...
We were carrying a nearly dead man we found in the streets and everyone in the bar tried to start shit with us. We TRIED to ve civil and explain our situation as new to town and just found this guy and just want an explanation, we'd like some help, but they clearly knew the guy so we needed context.
Well the DM decided "No." And the commoners told us to gtfo. I roll for intimidation, not appreciating the disrespect, score like a 23, it auto fails. So a commoner attacks a walking tank with a beer bottle and the next thing we know, the tin can brute I played with a war pick and tower shield, was fighting back to back with a unarmored samurai and was slaughtering a bunch of psychotic hillbillies wholesale cause we're lvl 8 and they're 1hd commoners. The DM was angry how our AC was so high (this was 3.0/3.5 so we both invested in armor feats to maximize AC and went 2 different ways.) and basically killed us off by having "A wizard" emerge from the crowd.
We died and the DM was beyond furious that we went on a killing spree, but I argued to the DM that they made the first attack. My guy has a right to defend himself. It ain't my fault the hillbillies were suicidally confident.
Playing CoS with 4 Friends, one of which is the DM. We have his Girlfriend [Basically an NPC, generic Elf Fighter], a Half-Orc Druid, myself as a Dragonborn Fighter, and Chaotic Idiot Kobold Artificer.
Fighting 2 Werewolves and all but the Kobold get Lycanthropy, my character takes more than double his total health throughout the entire fight in damage after being healed twice with some nice Cure Wounds from the Kobold. Proceed to get downed, passed my 3 rolls. Kobold rolls Medicine during combat and gets a Nat 1. DM rules it that I lose 1 Saving Throw. Proceed to fail my next 2 rolls, Kobold rolls Medicine again after I say 'Don't' to him. Nat 1.
I now intend to rule that Nat 1s rarely ever screw a player over THAT hard if and when I DM because of this. I died because the Kobold thought it funny to taunt someone, started a fighter against 2 Werewolves, and then proceed to fail two checks HORRIBLY to get me back up. We were level 2.
Not a death but SOOO close. One of our party members wanted to tag along with my barbarian (path of the beast) to explore an underwater tunnel. She had no way to breathe underwater. She ran out of air a couple minutes in. I fucking booked it back as fast as I could but she failed the CON save and was in the process of drowning. We failed a medicine check to get the water out of her lungs. A random npc that we had just met earlier who was dumb as a rock walked over, punched her in the stomach in just the right spot (he somehow did NOT fail his medicine check) and she coughed up the water. We were SO damn close to having a non-combat death, all because someone decided to go swimming with a barbarian that can breathe water.
I am notorious to being killed by Rope Bridges. For some reason even if I play a flying character I can't seem to get past the little bastards. It's become a meme in my group.
Guide character was trapped under a door. By a nat 20 by a cultist to break said door down. Bugbear Monk's first character is surrounded by four cultists. Leonine character (no longer sure of class...) decides to run through the cultists to escape... she somehow survives until the end of the allotted time to play... Monk's character does not. (Guide character was forced to give his 'one time assist' to keep them alive/bring them back, but i think it counts, because it was otherwise a party wipe.)
Note: this was in the FIRST session.
Ed the Seigebreaker: my party was supposed to take out a fleet that was seiging a castle for some local lord. Thanks to ridiculous rolls I the wizard was the only one who swam to the fleet just off shore, I cast fireball at the main ship firing on our allies. The D.M. starts howling with laughter & explains that everyone else gained 5 levels for commissioning the kamikaze attack on the fleet. After which he began an elaborate explanation of how I hit the power keg & started a chain reaction I was vaporized on the stop along with the fleet.
Not particularly Epic or bizarre, but we had a third level fighter try to force his way into the workshop of a dwarf Smith that had banned him from the premises the previous day. Needless to say, the dwarf wasn't too thrilled about someone kicking his door down, and by the time the fighter managed to force his way in was waiting with a large iron skillet. After winning initiative, our DM proceeds to roll a 20, another 20, and a 19. Basically the dwarf one-shotted our fighter into the afterlife with a cast iron skillet. Or rather, he ALMOST did. Our DM saw an opportunity to inject some comedy into the campaign and offered the player a deal: instead of being dead, he has instead been beaten into a coma that he will awaken from in three days. However, when he wakes up he will have no memory of the dwarf or the circumstances leading up to his "death," but he WILL discover a newfound, utterly inexplicable, wholly overwhelming fear of cast-iron cookware. The player accepted and it became a terrific running gag for the remainder of that campaign.
This last session the party encountered a skeleton by the name of skellilord who upon meeting him asked one of us to sacrifice ourselves or he would kill everyone who entered the room. Naturally we started fighting him. The fight wasn’t looking good as no one was doing any real damage and he was summoning these skeletons with the ability to steal from our total hit points and use that to heal themselves. The fight wasn’t looking good so my character a level 12 Goliath fighter with only about 30 hit points left decided he would sacrifice himself to save the party. And when I announced my plan everyone (except the dm who I told I was going to do this) was surprised and one of them tried convincing me not to and was willing to kill my character before letting it happen until I used commanding presence (intimidation with a nat 20) his character was so frightened by me that he just watched as I was dropped into this abyss where I could immediately feel my soul being ripped from my body. After the fighting stopped and my sacrifice had been processed by everyone our dm said that a bright light fills the room and bam there I am again like nothing happened why also adorning a new crown my wizard friend was able to identify as the crown of the primordial king
It was 1st edition. We'd just made new characters, and the player running the Magic-User, at just ten minutes old...tripped walking down the three tavern steps and took enough fall damage ...to die. The meme is real!
The potion guy is lucky he wasn't playing 1st edition. Any of the two potions could have exploded. In his stomach. And that is exactly as bad as you think it is. At least 6d6 damage that you can't save against.
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Dumbest near tpk and it was my fault. So we were six sessions into a new campaign, fresh faced new characters I believe under level 3, an elf druid, Lizardfolk sorcerer, gnome wizard, dwarf rogue and my dwarf ranger and his pet wolf (also 2 npc's). We'd done a handful of quests and were on the way back from one when we found a hidden entryway into a long hallway. At the end of the hallway was a goat's head statue and a black void in it's mouth. We were trying to figure out what the void was when someone threw a stick into it. The wolf ran after the stick, the ranger ran after the wolf followed by the druid, the sorcerer and wizard, the rogue stayed back with the npc's and pulled back a rope from inside the void and realised it was a lot shorter that it went in as. Figuring out it was a sphere of anhialation.
My fault on this one. I rerolled a new character - human Paladin based on Dragoons - and made my character pray during the flight in our Spelljammer campaign. Well, the moment I stepped out of my cabin to meet the group, we were attacked by Githyanki pirates, and they fired canons straight at us. My new character didn't last an hour, as I was flung off the Spelljammer... and her body ended up skewered all the way down a tree (think 20d6 damage on a level 8 character).
I've had 2 characters die to the same stupidity.
The name of that stupidity is "The GM being bad at explaining things, but then holding me to the decisions I made based off his horrible explanations"
So... 20 foot hemispherical room, floating orb under a curtain in the middle. Oops, it's magnetic so anyone wearing armor has to save to get yanked into it. The sphere is small, so my character just hits it with dispel magic, no big deal.
Except nope. The GM then reveals that the room is actually a 60 foot hemisphere, and the floating ball is THE SIZE OF A BUSS. My character becomes a red smear as it drops on him, after less than a half hour of playing them.
Second time:
Character that followe4d the previous one, fairly good fighter/rogue combo, you're typical "heavy armor rogue" type. We're fighting 3 Hags and my character's been absolutely **laying into** one of them. She's CLEARLY low because the ethereal jaunts to try and escape. Jokes on her though, my character has Armor of Etherealness, so I pursue her to continue. The party had a particularly personal grudge against these hags, so I was intent on turning at least one of them into gumbo.
Queue the GM for some BAFFLING reason trying to clarify which hag I'm attacking, and over-explaining irrelevant information again and again until somehow directing my character's attacks at a DIFFERENT HAG, only for my character to get barraged to death in a single round with all three Hags magic missiles, because the Hag I'd **intended** to kill was still standing.
This is why I don't play with that GM anymore. The most dangerous thing in the entire tomb on annihilation wasn't any monster, or trap and most certainly not Acererak, we basically one-rounded that pansy. It was the GM's inability to give us accurate information, effectively rendering the entire party half blind and drunk.
All of this to say, I sometimes detest theater of the mind - specifically when these kinds of easily avoidable communication breakdowns happen - and instantly love a GM if they pull out an actual *battle mat*, even if we're using random nonsense as minis. Plus, any and all plays involving clever positioning are impossible without one, because it all becomes GM fiat, and I'm getting as little tired of these kinds of things being up to a coin toss with the new GM...
Not sure if it's patience, tolerance or simply long suffering, but I'm one of the three to a fault, so I'll continue playing with the new GM. At least they don't seem to TRY to kill characters. If anything they pull punches a bit too obviously. Shrug.
One of my characters died after eating a candle of evocation
Sort of like a Death Note type situation... DM just wanted to see what we would do with it, secretly "gave" it to my Gnome Wizard because he was the only one sensible enough to be trusted with such things; however, still Chaotic Neutral. In order to prove if it was real, I tricked our Goliath Barbarian by handing him the book and a pencil, and telling him that I thought he was too stupid to spell his own name. Why would I see to such a demise of the only close combat character we had in the Party? ... Let's just say my Wizard was a very petty individual.
Playing Pathfinder: Dhanpir Witch, level 5-6. Followed the BBEG down into their escape tunnel *by myself* (I thought the group was much closer behind me than they were). BBEG casts Phantasmal Killer and I roll... A 3 and a 1 for the two saves. I die, BUT since I was a dhampir I can only gain back HP with *negative energy*. Cleric is helpless. Can't be rezzed. My first ever lost character fell to a spell that almost never works, and a racial trait of the race I picked to min/max. Go me!
Well, I was distracting a zenobite like monster by saying their attacks were weak as my character was about to be turned into one. I stuck my dragon bornd claw right into his hart
I was on 1 hp after a battle and our barbarian hugged me to tight
2nd edition - paladin in medium armor - crossing a crevasse in the temple of elemental evil - made most of my rope use and climb checks until the last one ar the top - botch - 2nd attempt - botch - started making saves to grab a ledge - nope - save to use one if the set pitons to arrest my fall - botch again. Pop pop pop as the pitons rip free of the rock wall - splat.
Worse yet - after several more character deaths (my rogue scout found the banshee well ahead of the party - saved the party from its wail - decided to play another paladin) and was killed by the same crevasse from the opposite direction - first climb check botch - from the top to the bottom - in record time.
Can't roll for sh*t.
My dice rolls have been CURSED by the temple of elementsl evil to this day. 😢
As a player: In a GURPS Illuminati University game, we were time travelling, and I gave my character's dad a condom. Only to find out we were about nine months before my character's birth. I didn't exactly DIE... but I spent three episodes having next existed. (The rest of the group hated my new character and eventually fixed it.)
As a GM: In a DC Heroes game... I was running Jimmy Olsen as an NPC. Since the players where five of the six players were busy fighting a mind-controlled Superman, and the one who wasn't-- was a bit of an idiot, Jimmy lept in front of a bullet to save Lois Lane. (Because he failed his Knowledge roll and couldn't figure out his Superman signal watch could have been adjusted to summon Krypto. Yes, he's a dog... but he's a dog with a soft spot for Jimmy.)
I threw a rock at an ancient green dragon😂😂
Entered Tomb of Horrors.