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I'm the DM. I let a player roll for intimidation to 'T-Pose for dominance' on someone.
He succeeded.
I let one of my players do that while they had levitate cast on them. It was hysterical.
It's "T-Pose to assert dominance", smh.
Quite the poser you were faced with. 😆
@@Nukestarmaster nobody really cares you rules lawyer
Had a friend play a skeleton, and we were stuck in prison. So our dm let him take himself apart, bone by bone, and place said bones outside of the jail cell. And I had to put him back together. He then broke us out of the cell by getting some keys.
That isn’t dumb that’s amazing and awesome
@@cosmoniums5990 whats dumb is all he needed to do was take the ribs off. doubt the bars were much bigger since they werent likely designed to hold something not bound by flesh. just shrug and slip on out!
Duuuuude! One of my campaign had a situation almost just like that! The party had gotten thrown in jail by a corrupt sheriff (the campaign was based loosely off Robin Hood) and had to escape to save the NPC love interest of the thief party leader from being married off or something (I can't remember exactly cause this was some years ago). So this band, along with a priest (me), a bard, and a warrior, also had a necromancer who for most of the campaign had been more the comedy character. Well, there was a skeleton in cell across from them, and while the group had been conversing how to break out, they suddenly hear bones rattling. They look to see the skeleton chunk one of it's arms at the wall and grab the keys. All while this happens the necromancer says "I think we'll just use my skeleton key!"
It was the silliest, most screwball scenes ever, but it worked! I've never forgotten that stupidly perfect one line. 😂
He didnt turn himself into a skeleton key?
@@SpaceLover2500 💀
I had a player use intimidation on a lock to try and open it. I like to keep a lighthearted and non serious tone in my game so I allowed it with disadvantage. He rolled two 20s and everyone cheered and hyped him up, so I made the lock a Mimic and upon seeing an edge lord paladin sneer in its face, the mimic made a run for it
the paladin just mad dogs the lock and it said, "aight, I'ma head out."
Mimics are a dms get out of jail free card
I never even play dnd before & I always wanted to intimidate an enemy with a t pose.
@@Nikoli492 that sounds awesome XD
Mimic be like - F this s*** I’m out!
We where fighting some blood witches, they where using that magical darkness spell, so we did not know where they were. My character shouted "Marco". I think he crashed for 5 secons as the whole room started laughing. He made me roll, and 3 of the witches awnsered "Polo". Best dumb and funny moment of the campaign so far
Ok that’s good
Was playing a Rogue who got locked away in jail, after several failed attempts to sneak my way out by making lockpicks with prestidigitation the guard caught on and shackled my hands to a wall so I couldn't escape or use spells. With no other options left I proclaimed to the guard that I needed to use the bathroom, the guard then told my cellmate to put a poop bucket underneath my legs. Without hesitation I instantly shouted "I grab the poop bucket with my feet and fling it at the guard. The DM, immediately surprised by this asked me to roll an acrobatics check, which ended with the guard covered in poop and me getting severely beaten to near death. My cellmate seized the opportunity to disarm the guard and kill him, freeing us from our cell and allowing us to escape.
TLDR: Shackled Rogue used her feet to throw a bucket of poop at a guard to escape jail.
**gets poop bucket thrown at him**
Guard: I'll kill you for that!
Cellmate: Do you remember the basics of CQC?
I was the DM, and this happened in my most recent session. For context, my players were tasked to find a kid lost in the woods, and had gotten to an area where a fight took place. Party was 2 Monks and a Druid.
Me: "Ok, you all find these damaged trees, which look like a fight took place recently."
Monk 1: "I want to Intimidate a tree."
Me: *visible confusion and laughing* It's just a regular tree, but ok, roll for it.
Monk rolled horrible, and got intimidated by the tree instead(rolled a nat 1).
I think that one’s fair.
Backstory: I'm playing a dragonborn paladin who worships Bahamut. She's felt his presence, and heard his voice, but she's not seen him yet. A big part of her character arc is based around trying to become worthy of seeing him. She prays to him every time she needs guidance, but rarely hears anything from him in reply. His previous paladins sometimes appear with advice though.
In the meantime, she's also fallen in love with an NPC. He returns the feelings and it's going well, but the party wants to leave him behind because he's vulnerable (and the characters also don't like watching them being gooey and romantic). The party confront her about it, how Bahamut might not like the relationship, and besides, wouldn't she like to see her boyfriend be safe back in town?
So she prays to Bahamut for guidance, like she always does.
DM tells me to roll a d100 to see if she hears from him or any of his previous worshipers that might have advice. I roll right on the right number to actually see him.
Bahamut appears to her, for the first time in her life, it's this HUGE moment in the character's arc, she's practically in tears of happiness.
Then he asks her what she needs help with, and she has to admit that it's for dating advice XD
DM who did this one. So this was a campaign finale, and the player in question was playing a homebrew skeleton (that I made for him specifically) who had the ability to take the bones off bodies and make them a part of his own for buffs/debuffs. Well the party killed a God of the stars as a bbeg for the campaign, and as he died I described as his body disintegrated into stardust, leaving just a skeleton that began to do the same. The skeleton player immediately jumped onto it and asked to take his bones (note I didn't plan that part out). It was the last session of that campaign so I said screw it and let him
Bone Daddy Bob, god of the cosmos, is now a thing in my homebrew god pantheon, but as a secret
Deep in the underdark shrines filled with skeleton remains start appearing.
Bones rattle and the breath of power streams in.
The champion of skeletal kind has a awoken. Charged with a holy task by Big bone daddy himself.
May the holy bone reside in you.
That is incredible.
That one DM has to let the Kool-Aid man arrive later, in a completely unexpected circumstance.
"Anyway, your highness, what matters is that we defeated the lich, Adronarcak, and the-"
**sounds of shouting followed by the lancet doors of the keep being shattered to pieces**
"OH YEAHHH!!"
Unfortunately your counter-spell did not work and the summoning is successful. You see a large plume of smoke emerge from the summoning circle and through it you hear one line:
"OH YEAHHH!"
I was a level 10-ish Whispers Bard, going for the sort of master-diplomat approach and a lot of illusion spells. We were at a banquet or a gala or something like that and a pompous noble's son started flirting with my character. The noble and his son were recurring NPCs that werent straight-up antagonists but were definitely bureaucratic thorns in the party's collective side. She was having none of that, and firmly turned him down, but he was insistent enough to really irritate her. She finally ended up slapping him. Now, her Strength mod is -1, and she doesn't have any unarmed fighting features, so even if it was meant to deal damage it would deal zero damage. The noble's son took offense and decided it was a great time to be a demanding creep, so she slapped him again. But this time, she added Psychic Blades, which was I think 6d6 damage at this level. Basically, she's trying to scare the hell out of him. DM has me roll an attack roll. I crit. I specifically state to the DM that I am not trying to kill him because legality and stuff. So he rules that, between the forehand followed by a backhand and the harsh words coming from her, the noble's son was absolutely crushed by his wounded pride, and had him roll an Intelligence save. He failed. So the DM ruled that the second slap humiliated him enough to equate to the effects of Feeblemind.
TL;DR: I bitch-slapped an arrogant noble so hard that I Feebleminded him.
The first one reminded me of when we used to play an old Star Wars rpg. The Wookie went around with an Ewok sitting on his shoulders all the time. The Ewok had a dagger in each hand. Whenever a fight started, the Wookie walked up to someone, grabbed their torso and lifted them up so their face was in reach of the daggers. We called the maneuver "the lift".
God: did you really think a shovel would work?
Gnome: well if you played by the rules it would!
Hey HEY that shovel was special.
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Ah um er "it seems the magical effects might have faded" ...."this used to be part of my tool set for digging through otherworldly stone"😅 "the legendary crafter said it would punch through even the stones in heaven.."
"Hmmmmmm is it possible that God just wasn't stoned enough yet...."🤔
This was last session. We were running in to fight a necromancer, and we were all in a maze underwater. We had plenty of spells on us, including Water Breathing, so we were well-prepared for a fight down there. One important thing to keep in mind is that our DM has a system he calls "Rule of Cool," (shortened to RoC) where so long as it could be realistically possible, and we put in enough thought and creativity, we could do almost anything we wanted short of insta-killing a boss with the first hit. We all had a Rule of Cool for this session.
The maze was frustrating us, so my gnoll ranger/bard, who is the Emissary of the Four Primal Elements and blessed with some powerful fire abilities, used her RoC to turn all of the walls made of hardened sand into glass. This revealed that we were in an illusion that we had to interact with, and the walls of the maze just formed whenever we walked.
The necromancer then used a legendary action and cleared all of our buffs, including Water Breathing, so we were drowning. Until the wizard used his RoC and cast Wish. And wished all of the water in the lake we were fighting in away. No water, no drowning.
Next, the zealot barbarian used his RoC to call upon the power of his goddess to kamehameha a Dispel Magic to remove the Force Cage he was trapped in, as well as this tomb that was spilling out undead constantly. The necromancer was hiding in that tomb, so destroying the defenses got him to come out.
Finally, comes Operation: Dynamax. We had a marble elephant that we nicknamed Donphan, after the Gen 2 Pokemon. Our monk had a feat that allowed them to Detect Thoughts, so when the necromancer created a bunch of illusions of himself, she knew where the real one was. After all, illusions don't have thoughts. We then pulled off the dumbest thing ever. The monk used the marble elephant as ammo for a sling. My ranger called out the command word to activate it, since the monk is mute. And the wizard, allowed to do this because the monk used their RoC, cast Enlarge on the elephant as it was activated. So the necromancer was hit with an elephant. Launched at high speed. At double the size and quadruple the weight. If this was any other campaign, that necromancer would be dead. Even in this campaign, he should've been dead. But, when you are going beyond Level 20, you have to expect that the DM will have crazy stuff, too. Either way, we did 173 points of damage and broke the DM for a bit.
I'm actually the DM in the situation. One of my players plays a Tiefling Druid/Monk, and he had to find a way to open a chest. He tried punching it. He tried kicking it. He then asked me if he could wildshape into an inchworm, go inside the lock, get inside the chest, and bust it open from the inside. I allowed it; I'm a huge fan of rule of funny, everyone gets some hysterically hilarious moment at least once. So imagine a tiefling with the lid of the busted chest as a hat, sitting on the books inside the chest.
There was a hybernating mimic in the chest.
Got locked in there the last time the chest was opened.......
It was my first campaign, and I asked the DM if I could have unlimited frogs (as a joke). He said yes! My character name (Slagathor) was disregarded by the party, and I was referred to only as, "The Froggy Duke". I traded these frogs for gold, had a first in command named "Kermight the Frog", and even defeated an evil prince by drowning him in frogs.
I bet you drove everyone else HOPPING MAD!
So after an encounter with a hand monster (forgot what it was called, but it's literally just a hand), ending with flipping us off as it dies, the party notices it has a tunnel. I joking said "Do you think we can fit in the hand sized hole?" What started off as a joke escalated to me actually attempting to backflip into it. As my character back flipped, the Rouge cleric slams him into the ground, causing him to take 2 damage. Great success.
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Back in the mid 90's I was playing in a game of Vampire the Masquerade with a GM who was rather short sighted as far as what he allowed players to do with their characters' various powers. My little trick started with the very innicent sounding question of, "If I'm already in mist form, can I convert a small amount of inanimate material to mist form as well if I spend blood pool for it?" He gave it some thought and told me that he'd allow it, but the volume of material would scale with how much BP I expended. Apparently he'd forgotten my character was created witha Perk that allowed me to be an earlier generation thanks to a more powerful Sire, and that came with around 15 BP points. So, we settled on a conversions rate, and I waited to use my newfound power until the group needed money. Then off into the city I went, turning into mist out of sight of the security cameras near ATMs, flowing into the machine's cash storage area, converting the contents into mist, then returning to the place I'd shifted to mist form and filling an old backpack with piles of cash. Lather, rinse, repeat, night after night and the group never had resource issues again.
My DM gave me access to a bucket of endless water against Strahd. The local priest blessed the endless water... I did not kill Strahd, but I got his hp to 0 all alone and he escaped
1:55 Since the uncle lived, he should play that character in a session with that person's party. As a fellow chaos player, I love the idea of throwing a shovel at a literal god.
The best thing about this is hearing Brian start giggling mid-word.
The store about "extended warranty" just reminded me of that one time I played shadow monk. We needed to infiltrate into NPCs house and investigate his cellar. Our elf ranger went sneaking through the back door, while I volunteered to distract the owner. I went to the front door and, being shadow monk, just banged at the door shouting on top of my lungs "Hello!!! Do you have just 5 minutes to talk about our Lord and Savior the Great Shadow?!!!". I managed to make up whole shadow-based religion on a fly and even foisted a bunch of religious literature to the dazled NPC, while our ranger found himself in cellar full of vampires.
In a homebrew setting, my minotaur airship captain, Taurubrum, cooked on a rusty pan. Of course, I knew (out of character) how horrible an idea that was. Taurubrum, however, was a sea-faring captain for years, and then an airship captain for many more. He's never quite done his own cooking outside of assisting the chef on a ship. So, naturally, he didn't know the danger of cooking on work or damaged cook wares. It was the recipe for Japanese milk bread, so any rust particles blended right in with the rest of the bread. That session then contained a story arc to save him from tetanus. He's normally an honorable, intelligent, and partially regal captain. That was not one of his best moments.
I'm not sure if this counts but in one campaign what started as a joke turned into my Dwarf Redemption Paladin, Ivan Bloodrain, being originally from Berk. It became I running thing that he hated Night Furies and was just about the only thing he showed hostility toward. Our DM ended up putting one at the end of our first dungeon and it was a great experience all around and was my favorite character to this day.
My DM let me collect the weapons of evil demon lords (we had to hunt down mini bosses) and purify them later. I ended up with a staff of power, a staff of the master necromancer, a great sword of sharpness, a nine lives long sword, and some other odds and ends that I turned into a giant walking castle. I was a sorcerer who used the staff of power. I gave the other staff to my wizard character who ran the walking castle.
Context; my character has a mastiff as a pet (looks like Fang from HP series in my mind) named Mercius.
While my party and I were travelling to somewhere else in the game, we got ambushed by 2 people who work for the cult for the BBEG of the campaign. We started off getting whomped. I was taking on the hobgoblin, and sent my mastiff to take on the other one. The person cast anti life shield. I saw that this was a concentration spell, so I told the DM that my mastiff tried to break her concentration for his turn. DM allows it and has the character roll with advantage…it fails. This allowed my mastiff and 2 other party members to attack it again. This allowed us to defeat that one and take on the hobgoblin all together. The cultist opened a portal beside both of the enemies and took them away before we could kill the hobgoblin, but we got so close. This is the highlight of all the campaigns I’ve played so far for me
TL DR; nearly got our asses handed to us, my dog barked and we nearly won the encounter
I let one of my players have a Grenade Launcher equipped with repeating shot.
In Curse of Strahd.
...to be fair, it was so radically different from vanilla CoS with the addition of giant mech suits, modern 1950-era firearms, turned Strahd into an amnesiatic anti-hero as the new lord of Barovia tried to take control
Wishing for additional wishes free of cost which could be used at any later point in time... I don't know why this didn't raise a red flag, but the DM just let it fly and it was massively abused.
At least that's how it looked at first.
We evidently angered some sort of outer cosmic God, and he cursed us so that our wishes would always have a negative effect... We just kept using wishes until the universe imploded
instead of having the normal baseline checks with stat modifiers, we use a homebrew system that sets different thresholds for varying degrees of success: on a 1 you mostly critically fail anything, above that you just fail normally, once you reach the next threshold you succeed, next threshold you have a great success, and once you are really proficiant in something you can archieve a godly success on a 20, however different circumstances may modify your result, for example you can attempt a bonus action to enhance your chances at success (jumping up in the air to strike from above will make it more difficult for the target to block), on a regular success your attack roll gets increased by 5 while a great success will increase the level of your attack by one (from normal success to great success for example), now this fella, dranwar by name, is an interesting creature who got really good with his sword, meaning he unlocked the potential for a godlike hit, putting the requirement for great success to 15, normal success to 6 and eliminating critical failures on attacks, not only that however, he also has an ability, simply called "YEEEEEEEeeeet" (named like that from the groups perspective as that is all they hear when dranwar is using this ability and, true to its name, yeets himself in whatever direction he so pleases (requirement for success is a 4 while 3 and below are critical failure), this headache inducing ability got better aswell over time, by now adding 5 to the rolls of any attack performed while yeeting, furthermore you are once per turn allowed to spend stamina to enhance an action roll by 5 SO, when he pleases dranwar can do the following: he can yeet at his enemy, succeeding at a roll of 4 or higher, lowering all requirements for his ensuing attack by 10 (5 for the yeeting passive + another 5 for passing an enhancing action check), and then still turn it up further by spending stamina, bringing the total reduction up to a massive 15, which in turn means any roll from 1-4 will be a great success, causing enough damage to do 2/3 of his own hp, and anything from 5-20 a godly success, hammering home just short of 1.5 times his own hp, each and every attack for as long as he has the stamina, all of that while being the tankiest member of the party
i would put this as more overpowered than stupid, but it still feels unintentionally powerful
Great Success -Borat
I think casting a regular unbuffed fireball to destroy an entire mountain and 2 cities is the most devastating instance of fireball I've heard of.
its a toss up between by wizard that used Prestidigitation to create a disco ball to reflect the outside daylight in the cave of vampires. Or the exploding summons feat for my summoner which was freaking broken as hell when combined with the farspawned subtype.
3 of us playing versions of ourselves in a mutated world. We were in a jungle where we can across some spiders (just normal tarantula type) one landed on me and i choose not to smash it but to treat it like a pet. A few quest later we were in a fight with giant spiders where i rolled to have my now pet spider to convince the giant ones to letbusbuse them as spider mounts for the rest of the play through
I don't play a whole lot of DnD, and haven't played anything high level yet, but there was one character I played at my old high school's tabletop club that had a fun flavor gimmick. I wanna say he was a gnome ranger, but I can't remember all the specifics. What I do remember is that he had a longbow.
I figured, since he's a 3 foot gnome, a longbow like this would be scaled for a human or other medium size race, so there's no way in hell he could fire it normally. Instead, whenever we got into combat, he would drop onto his back, prop it against the bottom of his boots, and pull back with both hands, turning his body into a makeshift ballista.
Pretty sure the DM gave me inspiration for this, but it was a couple years ago, so I don't remember exactly. Definitely my favorite of the few characters I've played.
I didn’t know it but I needed that bit at the end there
I used a wish spell to create a hostile war state ruled by sentient doggos. This was completely unprompted. My Kenku just strung together Dictatorship oligarchy of the dog people
As a person who has never played D&D your videos really make me want to try
Playing a charismatic rogue. He owns a hat of disguise that he makes great use of. On this particular occasion he and another party member were going to snoop around a cultists hotel room. they decided to disguise themselves as maids (only finding out afterwards that the chosen uniform was all wrong) and got into the room, locking the door behind them. after a few minutes of snooping, hear someone at the door unlocking it. My character quickly speaks up in his most feminine voice, saying they were doing the cleaning. when asked why they had locked the door behind them, he instantly clapped back with a story of how they had been taken advantage of in the past so they lock it for their safety. A great bluff roll later and the cultist was too uncomfortable to press any farther and we got out of there with no further issues!
Our DM let us capture and bully an evil NPC to turn again his cult and become our freind. My favorite moment is the party was standing in a circle of truth and asking the NPC if he still wanted to join the cult and he said “no”. I was great.
Basicaly tansforming a "bag of devouring" into a "shield of devouring" that can eat my enemies that try to attacks the wielder.
It worked so good that it ate me the enemies and the entire city gradually getting larger to the point that it became a new plane of existence.
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My friend was a first time DM after playing a little bit with me as he was always a behind the scenes kinda thinker. He had a great world concept that was pretty well flushed, but wanted to give us some more freedom of choices of races. A Elephant Warrior that could wield 2-hs with his trunk as a free action, a Glassman that was able to cause insane damage with his spells... if he could actually hit anything. A Shapeshifter that was dark and water aligned by rng roll. And me a Shade who could effectively move around via wormhole capabities by touching people and leaving a permanent mark on them. And use the shapershifter in abusive stealthy and stealing ways. All the way from taking an Ogre's Club at attacking us by stealing it out of his hand through essentially wormhole capabilites to warp items and equipment into a virtual dimension within himself. To stealing an entire building from it's plot of land, employee's and all. It got a little too out of hand that they banned me from playing the character anymore and he essentially became an NPC that stole a God's power and attained Godlike powers through backhanded and devious means. He never identified himself with a name as I never gave him one. He was just The Shade.
SO I was a Divination Wizard at the time, and just after acquiring a badly weathered old theater-house, we needed cash-flow... SO while others were out rummaging through the woods for bandits to hunt bounties, and a few were even attempting robberies, I started attuning scrying spells to little gargoyles and angels and other decorations around the theater-house... SO certain tiles would show whatever the gargoyles or angels were "looking at" as in wherever their faces were pointed, namely, the stage... Tiles weren't difficult to come by, since the whole town had suffered some damages here and there, so scrap piles were everywhere, while roofing was torn down and replaced, and some interiors were being stripped out and renovated... There WAS a fairly well liked theater troupe in town anyway, and tickets were selling, just not as quickly NOR at nearly a price that would quite make our goals... SO I started selling the tiles as I found folks who WANTED to go see the troupe and all, but just couldn't really make it for whatever reason... Others (particularly richer folks) heard about the convenience of watching theater from home, so they approached and sales took off...
Soon, I had plenty of money to pay up the local troupe, and spare profits to invite others from out of town... The particular scrying spell I'd used was time limited, SO I'd have to go around town and re-cast... for a "nominal fee" of course...
Eventually, I approached the Trading Post and suggested they could carry the Tiles for me, for a share of the price, and I'd even make sure they got a mention in the coming play as a sort of help, because word of our theater operation and those "tele-tiles" had gotten to a couple other towns...
AND long story short, while the rest of the party's first ideas were to go off running around and adventuring for pay, I'd invented medieval fantasy Television, and managed to make myself a TV executive in the first ever "channel" brought live... Spells led to research and development, and eventually I was able to cast a scrye that could be "cut" for lack of payment, but was otherwise permanent... and LORDS ABOVE how the money rolled in!!!
Dumb? Hilarious? TOTALLY Demented? I don't know... It certainly had consequences that ran amok through several other Campaigns in that world!!! You be the judge... ;o)
Probably the time I convinced a necromancer that a chunk of burger meat was the moon god
I have a history of my first dnd campaign, in which my character shieldsurfed down a dune. We were trying to find a escaped robot, with the help of a npc (which was the robot creator but we didnt know) and found her on the region my character came from in the world, a giant desert protected by a pharaoh-like ruler, and the robot was running much faster than everyone else, and was gonna run away, until i had the idea of shieldsurfing with my character tower shield from the top of the dune we were on, to reach her/it before it ran away, it worked, but resulted in my character slamming the robot with the tower shield + myself on top of the shield, in full plate gold armor (it was magically made so that it wasnt so heavy for him) in high speed from going down the dune. The robot survived, and was reunited with its creator, and after reuniting with its creator, it came to thank us, in which it went and hugged my character because i made the reunion with the creator (even though quite violently), and as a joke, i used an "item" i was keeping on my character sheet, after receiving it on the first session, a hug.
"Try" to use a Chain Whip ( Manriki Guisari ) to leash a Hydra, I say try because that is who the Legend of the Amazing Flying Ford started.
In my current campaign the DM let me capture an npc, have my character become really attached and then set him free, then have the party fight a boss that was supposed to be fought much later because of a mistake another member made and my character's stubbornness on not giving up the npc to be killed.
We somehow beat the boss and the npc joined our party as a reward, and my character was allowed to romance him which the group finds hilarious.
Our DM has also let our local wererat follow some cartoon physics and got stuck in the floorboards of an inn. Then there was the time our DM was willing to let the whole party die on a silly side moment because the wererat wanted to eat rocks and convinced the others to eat rocks with him. The bar for not dying was really high, but somehow everyone managed to make it out alive.
8:19 The DM obviously didn't realise what sort of deadly and interesting consequences an entire city dropping 300 feet would have. You could make a whole campaign out of this. As a matter of fact, I think I will.
To keep a long story somewhat short, I reverse home alone'd the bbeg by sneaking into his bedchambers (at the very top of a huge spiraling tower) put caltrops in his boots, and filled every room and hallway with as many traps as i and the druid could manage, then just kinda..hung out until he woke up. He had about four hit points by the time he made it to us. The paladin kick him in the nads for the last four points and as he was dying yelled "you guys are dicks!"
And that's what we had engraved on his tombstone
I nearly choked on my soda because of the Kool aid man story 🤣
Not sure where this could fit in, but I want to tell it anyway. In my first game, I had a pretty good moment of outsmarting the DM (out of character): During a short rest, I announced that my bard would play a song of rest, to which the DM replied: "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I always want you to describe what you say for inspiration, Vicious Mockery, etc. So, what's your song about?", expecting me to either describe the lyrical contents or, better yet, sing. Of course, I hadn't even thought that far, and, in a moment of quick thinking, said: "It's an instrumental".
I still regret not bringing my guitar to that session.
As a stereotypical dwarf barbarian that doesnt think a lot, enjoys battles, getting drunk and let smart stuff to smart characters, we were going through a dungeon and there was one statue of a god, I, as a new player in my fourteens at that time (many years ago) decided to pee in the statue, and that was how the legend of Barbulobos No Beard went to the new generations after his passing
So we tried to summon the eldritch version of Phil Swift, y'know the guy from the flex tape commercials? Yeah. Our paladin had lost faith, and needed a new got to worship, and as a joke, I suggested he worship Phil Swift. He pleaded to the DM that he let him worship Phil Swift, and the DM relented, however he wasn't gonna name the eldritch god Phil Swift, so he named him Philliano Velocitas, God of Mending. So our paladin started using a greatsword covered in flex seal from there on. The summoning part happened a while after, when in the middle of a fight with the BBEG, who was a dragon the size of a damn city, the only members of our party left alive were the paladin and the warlock. In an act of desperate effort they ask the DM if they can call Philliano for help. The DM says yes, but makes them do an obnoxious amount of checks. They pass all of them, and manage to ask the God if he can drown the BBEG in flex-seal. He obliges. So now, whenever we play in there world the DM makes sure to create an NPC for the sole purpose of recounting the tale of the Dark Sludge, a black dragon with scales of mud(which was in truth flex-seal) who fell on the forest, and how nobody knows what it was like in life, or how it got there.
Tl,Dr: paladin follows through with a joke, ends up covering a city-sized dragon in flex-seal.
Edit: the dragon was city-sized because some dipshit in my party cast a homebrew spell, meant to be used on teammates, that tripled the target's size and good stats and divided the bad ones by three, on the dragon, since we already had another encounter with the thing, before the final fight. We barely won, and it was because of a joke near the start of the campaign.
Most of our party were being held prisoner far underground. They were about to be executed and there was no way we could cover the distance in time to mount a rescue. My player the thief, and our mage were the only ones left free at the entrance near the surface. The mage was out of ideas. My thief sez, "You still have that Wand of Ice?" "Uh, yeah. Why?" With a grin, I replied, "Can you make us a horizontal wall of ice?" Boom! Instant underground bobsled. The DM just shook his head, (at my ingenuity, I think), and simply said, "Roll Dex check to stay on while it's moving." Long story short, we were able to rescue the party, and "Feagil's Ice Sled" passed into legend.
My DM let the artificer put the Repeating shot infusion on a cannon so my Paladin could use Extra Attack with it, on top of this he let the artificer put it into a bag of holding so we could just use it like a normal ranged weapon. Only for it to be lost because the ship my party was on got destroyed by a giant whale a few sessions later before we could actually use it
Lvl 7 party got tangled up protecting an NPC from a boneclaw. My cleric of life Tyrian was quickly focused down, and was impaled on the undeads claws before it teleported out to a clifside, bringing Tyrian with him. I had one turn before it dropped me off a 300 plus foot cliff into the fog below. Lvl 4 spell death ward. I fell and survived. The dm was both pissed and proud, though he ruled that id broken nearly every bone. Spent the next couple sessions being carted around in a barrel on wheels
My DM once let me try to deceive my way into a enemy base by going to the guards and saying "we have been trying for some time now to contact you about your cars extended warranty." Naturally I completely failed but it was still hilarious.
Post: Oh gosh someone in the video also did that. I commented before watching, I just wanted to clarify so it didn't look like I was stealing stories.
I blew round about a quater of the city we promised to protect with a bag of magic resistant slime.
As we killed the creature this slime was from, we irl took about 20 minutes to test the slime in every imaginable way. The dm, a little frustrated, stated that it is perfectly magic resistant to end our testing spree (we had some more ideas left).
I took a bag full of it with me! And yes, I am chaotic evil! *Evil Smile*
I planned on using it once to suffocate someone important, but the goddess of fate had other plans.
We where searching for some cultists who want to summon an evil dragon godlike diety. We found them deep down in the sewers. There was apparently an big old Dome right below the city. And oh, what a coincidence, they already were in the middle of that summoning ritual.
Fight started an we figured out, that a little flying orb is a key part of it (as the dm described it very detailed).
So, I, got the lightbulp idea of the century: I still have the magic resistant slime bag and it is a very small orb! Que in the famous "are you shure?" And the even more famous "are you really shure" from the dm.
The orb got cut from the rest of the ritual and was some kind of conductor. The magic energy got "stuck" and was about to go very very wrong. As you might have guessed, we ran for our lives and made it. But, as mentioned:
Around a quarter of the city blew up with the ritual going wrong!
What I intended to be an evil single target kill ended up being an act of well intended (stopping a summoning ritual of an evil dragon godlike thing) accidental mass murdering of several hundreds of innocent people.
I just love DnD!
Sorry for the bad english!
I wouldn't call it dumb, but more awesome. We were fighting a giant kraken like extradimensional space demigod. Our cleric, a normally quiet and not always creative guy, pulls out a bottle of Soverign Glue. He commands his mechanical bird (works like a bird familiar) to take the glue and shatter the bottle inside the beasts maw. BIRB (birds name) rolled really high, and the all six uses were dumped into the mouth of the beast, gluing it shut for the remainder of the fight. It was super creative and a wonderful last action for a random clockwork bird that had been super helpful throughout the campaign.
Gluing it's mouth shut stopped several area effect Abilities and nerfed its swallow hole ability.
Whip made of nipples. The story behind this is that one of our batshit crazy characters/players took the nipples off every enemy she defeated. She kept them until she could get a whip out of it. It's magical, and does lots of damage
I was the dm. My party used catnip to try and lure a tabaxi they were attempting to collect a bounty on. It ended up luring the tabaxi…
the funniest thing in one session was ... the dm played some background dripping cave music. every 15 min to half an hour someone had to go pee ...
we needed so long to get trough this section of the session ...
My DM let one of the other players experiment on my character, a white Dragonborn fighter, using Dragonfruit and sending me into a fight. That was fun. Reply if you want the full story, Brian. Lol
Once, my party was exploring a high level dungeon when we came across a 20 foot wide pit with spikes at the bottom, basic puzzle. Our ranger and wizard flew across no problem, our artificer used boots of spider climb, our rogue and paladin misty stepped, our warlock used her flying speed, and our druid wild shaped, leaving only myself, the cleric, on the other side. After a bit of clicking around my character sheet, I have a convo with the dm that plays out like this:
Me: "Can spiritual weapon be interacted with physically?"
Dm: "No, it can't."
Me: "So I couldn't, say, hang onto it as it floats across the chasm?"
Dm: "No."
Me: "What if, entirely for the sake of comedy, I say, 'I'm Mary Poppins ya'll!' as I do? Then can I?"
And that's the story of how my cleric avoided a potential painful death in the stupidest yet funniest possible way. Remember, if you can make your dm laugh, you can do just about anything.
I had a chaotic Gnome Bard who played a lute. I used the Tinker ability to make a little wooden gnome toy that played a drum, another with a bass, and a final little toy gnome that played the saxophone.
I invented Ska Punk in that world, and refused to play anything other than Superman by Goldfinger
This is from a game where I was dm. It was a custom campaign with somewhat custom classes. They could choose anything as a class if there was something similar to reference. This led to the creation of the illusionist who splashes potions and makes you hallucinate. One of the players had really low morality and has to roll willpower so he doesn’t kill himself he rolls a 4, in a last ditch effort the illusionist asks to splash a potion on depressed guy making him imagine god giving him motivational messages rolled a 14 I let it slide because depressed guy was a cleric and it worked out.
that first group legit formed Voltron
In an after school group, I was playing a fighter barbarian that had an INCREDIBLE strength stat due to kick ass rolls and one intelligence. My character had 30 strength at level two. I asked my DM if I could dual wield greatswords with my impeccable strength, and he said yes, without even giving me disadvantage(more than my current DM is willing to give me with the same character). I obviously absolutely do not need two 2d6 +10 +2 attacks every turn, but still, he gave it to me. At the last session we fought an enemy that was way too overpowered (cr24 or something) and was just for the DMs fun. At level two, I was able to take half that thing’s health down before we ran out of time.
Dunno if this counts, but I once played a homebrew game with some peeps using precreated characters. Mine was a healer, or at least supposed to be, but the DM forgot to put healing skills on the sheet. Instead of fixing the issue, the DM allowed me to cast spells from the provided spell list.
Now, this game was completely homebrew, down to the spells. This let me do some… interesting things. I was a healer, but I didn’t heal, no, I did the complete opposite. One of the spells I had access to allowed me to make someone bleed, from every single orifice at once. That was just one of the spells. I was basically an unhealer. It was hilarious.
It was one of the best TTRPG games I’ve ever played, and it even ended gloriously. We had the BBEG’s all set up for death, and one of them had a pouch of many different grenades. I thought this was the best opportunity to use one of the stronger spells I had access to; “Self Destruct”. Does exactly what you think it does. I used it, and immediately went to 1 hp, dealing massive damage to both BBEG’s. Except, at the time, I’d assumed the grenade bag was mostly - or completely - empty. It wasn’t. In the end, I blew up, both BBEG’s blew up, and about 12 grenades blew up, killing me instantly, killing one BBEG instantly, and - something I didn’t expect - killing the entire party due to the massive explosion.
I single-handedly killed one BBEG, almost killed the other BBEG (they were basically on 1 hp) and killed not only myself, but the entire party… as a healer. We couldn’t stop laughing.
I rode a horse.
A group of riders approached our party in an open field and I hid in the grass in case they were a threat. By the time we figured out they weren't and they offered a ride to town I figured coming out of hiding might start something. So I grabbed the bottom of one of the horses, with several stealth and acrobatics checks later I appear behind the party as they ask how I'm gonna catch up since they left me.
In a Star Wars game, my brother-in-law's character jumped off a speeder into a minefield. He then grabbed one of the mines, threw it at a group of enemies (and an ally who was next to them), and shot it in mid air to detonate it.
Quoth my character when the smoke cleared: "WHAT . . . the F**K?!"
Not me, but a teammate.
We needed to rescue a mayor's daughter. Sadly after defeating the Dungeon boss, we found her and her belongings on a deep ditch. They were used as part of a ritual to revive some previous ruler of that land buried on that land. A huge cube of Jelly acid was on top of her to dissolve the evidences.
As we were discussing how to retrieve her remains or any proof of her demise, the lizardfolk barbarian decided to charge head first into the ACID cube, swim to her and retrieve her.
We were so in shock with the sheer stupidity, but also pissed by how he didn't even care to wait or decide with us that we collectively decided we would let him do as he wished and watch.
As he started Rolling badly and dissolving, we got to put our plan in action: Use a Mage hand to retrieve the lightweight objects and NOT RESCUE HIM.
Keep a dead enemy's head in the Bag of Holding probably only a few in-game hours after arriving in Chult.
I have a couple moments from one campaign. I made a paladin modeled after the Leeroy Jenkins meme. So this paladin has made it his life to always charge straight into battle no matter the cost. On one instance, I used Misty Step to teleport about 30 feet above the monster we were fighting. My dm let me roll for it and so I was able to add the damage I would have taken from falling into the attack. The second time was when my party came across an orc camp, where one 8ft tall orc immediately started targeting me while two angry mama orcs targeted my teammate. Because the orc was 8ft tall, he was considerably taller than me, so I rolled to shoot him with an arrow in the spot where it hurts. I rolled a nat20 to hit, combined with crotch impalement damage, and knocked off a big chunk of the guy’s health.
I allowed my 7y son pick an Air Geniasi warlock. He consistently levitate and rains down eldrich blast. When ever he can
Our dm let us get a deck of many things, it let us somehow beat a ancient sapphire dragon at level 8. We didn’t even buy magic items with the one that gives you gems
In our campaign we have killed a few very strong dragons, my dm took some op dragons from 3.5 and converted it to 5e, after we killed them we took their hearts and grinded it into a fine dust. Which we promptly named it dragon cocaine! Now my current character is a forest gnome which will come in handy later. At the time i was playing a fighter named sniper who was obsessed with overthrowing kingdoms and taking them for himself, which actually aligned with the story that we didn’t know at the time. There are 3 major guys in a contest fore taking over territory, basically what mask wanted but on an extreme level. We ran into the strongest of them coincidentally after taking over a small village that he was trying to take, we put a barbarian in the place of the ruler so we didn’t have to do it. We knew this guy would be loyal as we drew him from the deck of many things. After this event sniper went off to takeover a kingdom with another friend, this was just my way if wanting to move to another character which also left not to long after. I will skip over Rah and Ruh even tho they are absolutely the funniest characters me and my friend played (if you want to know i will reply to this if you ask). So we move onto mask a forest gnome artificer who messed up making a magical mask so now it’s stuck to his face and likes to ride a canon, i had originally made him for another campaign which didn’t turn out well. Mask is a very intelligent and wise gnome standing at a proud 4 feet 1 when he met the party and was also evil when he met the party, these both change. So as soon as i meet the party they carried a tradition, all new friends and enemies you meet must be forced to draw from the deck of many things, so i drew and got my alignment flipped from evil to good. Within 5 minutes of meeting them they made my character do a complete 180, but that’s not all. Remember the dragon cocaine? Well the paladin warforge threw it in my face and i had to roll a d100. I got a 24 which doubles your hight, so now mask was an astonishing 8 feet 2 forest gnome who rides a cannon bringing his total hight to 10 feet. Safe to say i was a menace but the downside is that it didn’t double my weight which made me skin and bones. Fast forward 2 in-game weeks and I finally have a semblance of normal weight and we had another encounter with the bbeg, although we didn’t know who he was except for the warfoged as almost everyone had switched characters or hadn’t met him when we first met him. We had been missing a bunch of people and only three people showed up so we had a mess around day, so of course we did more dragon cocaine. My first roll locked me into a coma on the outside, but really i was being endlessly killed by a evil god whose name i sadly can’t remember. Our slightly stupid moon druid gets a sense that i could wake up he hits me with more cocaine, so he puts some on his finger and shoves it deep into my nose. Now in real life a couple months had passed since i had double my hight and reached 8 feet tall so i had no clue what the number was for it. Our dm said, “since the situation is so unique both of you roll a d100 and choose either one, i will not tell you what the numbers do, only what happens when you chose a number.” So we got a 24 and 29. I new that double hight was in the twenties but couldn’t remember what number so i winged it and said, “i choose 24, i HOPE this is double hight again lmao” AND IT WAS! STAND AT A DISGUSTING 16.4 FEET, MY FOREST GNOME MASK. Safe to say i was skin and bones at this point, again. A while ago i created an orb, that i called dr, robotnic, he was a master in everything artificery. I talked with my dm and he said i could make him into a homunculus servant if i use him as the diamond, so he had arms and legs. This was very important as i could no longer use tools and had problems standing as my muscles could not hold me properly, so i had dr robotnic creat me a pill, it’s goal was to bring me back to normal weight and increase my muscle mass to support my body, nat 19 for a total of 21 and it was a great success, standing at a total of 16.4 feet and weighing in at 600 pounds was my forest gnome who now has disadvantage on stealth and advantage on strength checks😎
Also just want to point out that if i were to use enlarge/reduce to doubles my hight again, i could in theory grapple a tarask.
My DM gave my Kobold (who desires to become a dragon) Shards of Siberys, the excited Kobold with his Shinies originating from one of the Great Progenitor Dragons themselves, proceeded to touch and even lick said shards, he glows brightly, de-ages 5 years, and even floats a little, and is quick to believe this is a stone of blessings and hordes several in his Bag of Holding for later.
Cut forward several sessions in and he, his party, and an NPC Party of fellow Adventurers are travelling to a Druids Gathering to answer an urgent summons, the Kobold bored by the journey decides to play with one of the shards, fidgeting and inspecting it closely. One of the Adventurers from the other Party Inquires as to what he has in his hands, not too interested more to pass the time themselves, the Kobold chimes "This is my Shiny, look what it can do!" and without hesitation he pokes it with Fire (Way of Ascendant the Dragon - Draconic Strike).
In that moment the Leader of their Party (a Main Story Line NPC) screams out in horror filled agony, all eyes turn to him as he shrieks, flesh searing as though aflame, he leaps off the cart and scrambles beneath it in panic and urgency. The cart of course comes to an abrupt halt and everyone hurried off to see what has happened, they found him heavily burned and whimpering, smoldering in the shade of the cart not from some attack, but from the Sunlight above.
In a unfortunate and exceptionally rare turn of event, one that brought the pure luck of the prior 'Blessings' to light, the Party Leader had been cursed with Vampirism, to the horror of DM, Player and NPC alike, although very timely as this occurred on Nov 1st the beginnings of spooky time. This resulted in the Kobold being stripped of his Bag of Holding within which he kept several 'Shinies' and a spell that like a leash teleports him to its user being enforced, as to prevent him seeking further 'Blessings' from his beloved Dragon Shards, and has cemented the phrase "This is my Shiny, Look what it can do!" in infamy amongst my Party.
I had just made an attack on an enemy, and the DM heavily implied to us that he had 1 hp. I asked him if I could smack my groin and thrust my hips in the guy's face while screaming "Suck It" (impractical jokers style). He said sure and I asked if I could roll for mental damage (I had the Cantrip vicious mockery which came in clutch that campaign). He said why not but you'll probably have to roll pretty h- Nat 20. So he let me finish off that enemy with the mental damage from having a groin thrust in his face and someone yelling suck it in his ear. Tbf, it was only gonna be like 2 more rounds of combat before our party cleared everyone so it wasn't too too impactful.
In Wild Beyond the Witchlight when you finish the first act a player is supposed to get this Charm effect that let's you fly and gives a bonus to Charisma checks, but it only lasts like 10 minutes and you can only use it 3 times through out the entire campaign. My DM decided to give this effect to me as a magic crown that just had the effect on it permanently instead of a limited time use. The best part though? He didn't make it an item that requires attunement so I can make anything that i put the crown on fly. My character is a fairy so the flying is redundant, but he let me put the crown on my Giant Snail mount which means i have a Large size creature that can fly with a limited speed as the caviot to a flying snail. I have used this as a weapon by literally one shoting a mini boss by dropping my snail out of the sky directly on the guy while my party distracted him so he didn't get a save. Ihave a plan to use another dumb magic item he gave me (pins that have Enlarge/Reduce as their effect that are stackable for some reason) to make my snail gargantuan as i drop it on something. I've used my flying snail to traverse certain obstacles like flying my party to the top of multiple towers, being the ferry across bodies of water, and other random hijinks. I have even gone as far as to get an engine for my snail that lets it move faster in the air. I like to think my dm learned a valuable lesson about the power of magic items, and i have learned that i like abusing homebrew game mechanics lol
one of my friends was a dm, our entire group (except for one guy who was a rule lawyer) was new to dnd so we didn't exactly know what we were doing, anyways the dm put us in a dungeon with a bunch of puzzles, each player went down a separate tunnel themed after different elements with a puzzle, once it was my players turn i looked around the room, there was a button on the celling, after a couple seconds of thinking i decided screw it "i want to jump and push the button" she let me roll for it, but i had to roll really high, i got a nat 20, the button was 30 feet in the air, next thing i knew i was plummeting 30 from 30 feet in the air with the floor now removed, exposing a tunnel to the final room. fun times
Tossed a stone at a obvious trap, watched a domino effect of several fatal traps spring to basically close up the walls.... closing off the dungeon forever. The group that were once pure good were now in a lawfull evil because we really needed a hard to get herb for a plague... little they knew that i was the bbeg the entire time
I have alot of dumb or crazy ideas but my favorite thing my gm let someone get away with was throwing my character (a Skeleton) over the side of the boat to make my lazy character actually do something.
I think "Cthuloon" would've been a better name for it personally.
My DM planned for the DMPC to be killed off, but the major problem with that was that he had recently been appointed the grandmaster of the Misfits (a global police organization that would combat any form of darkness). I play a health domain cleric, after gaining higher power from my god, and I may have messed up the planned death with a very lucky divine intervention. Onto the tale, it's gonna be a long one. Vampires had recently taken over the pirate capital that is founded on the back of a dragon turtle, and they were storming a costal city with an ancient relic, the orb of shadows. Jacob Talon, (the new Grandmaster, and DMPC that we still needed help from) had to put a magical helm of light over the orb of shadows to push back the horde of vampires. (For an example of how bad this invasion was, the orb made my cleric's daylight spell only bring dim light, and did nothing to keep the vamps from healing.) So the BBH (big bad henchmen) showed up, and our evil counterparts appeared to try to stop us, Jacob slams the helm and orb together at the top of a lighthouse, and we were slammed through a portal that was supposed to take us to a spell-jammer Misfit battleship. Instead were taken to a strange pocket dimension house, and next thing we know, we're talking to an eldritch who is Jacob's long lost love who disappeared in something called "The Event", (thing avenger's infinity war snap). She spills the beans that "The Caretaker" was actually some sort of manipulative false god, who caused the event to raise a legion, and that Jacob's wife was manipulating the vampire legion to fight the caretaker. That's when I realize the we still need Jacob Talon so that we could overthrow the traitor that had taken control of The Misfits, and put him back in control. So after our early scheming with the eldritch lady, my cleric, Scar Thretter, knelt on the floor and used my first ever Divine Intervention. My rolling history that session was equal to the luck of getting hit with water from a pothole. The time to roll came, and the first roll was 8, I was level 10, success. Table erupts in excitement, my best friend and I are amazed at the luck. DM sits with his hands folded and is contemplating his actions. He reads the true resurrection spell, and after five or six minutes he says, "Roll it again." 'dice rolls', a 3/100 second success. At this point the table is going crazy, and the DM has the "Oh S***" look, and says that Jacob appears on the sofa in the living room. I kinda feel bad for my DM now, but I still think it's amazing feat of luck for me.
In one of my high school games and atheist character once got out of almost certain death for the party by "praying to the nothingness that is". We still make jokes and references about it.
You see, a friend and I were having a bit of a dispute in and out of game. My character was named Mirage, a half-elf bard with no attack spells, playing tricks and illusions. His character was also a half-elf, a noble named Darkcowl Twotwovi who was a blood-hunter.
Canonically, I gave him my rapier to safe-keep, I stole his card from his player's deck a long time ago. We've been bickering for a while inside the hallway of a hotel as I was proposing he'd give me the rapier and I'd give him the card. He refused to give me the rapier first and was threatening to sell it, so having enough, I challenged him.
Me: "Get your deck out."
DM: "What?"
Me: "I'm telling Darkcowl, to get his deck out"
My friend: "Hmph, are you sure you want to do this?"
Me: "It's time to duel, bitch"
DM: ".. Are you serious?"
Me: "Absolutely"
DM: "... Alright, so you two get out your decks and duel disks. Both of you, start dueling. "
So, we did an actual game of Yu-Gi-Oh with me as the victor. Of course, we had him actually take out the card in his deck during the duel otherwise it wouldn't be canonical. But after the duel, he gave me the rapier, and I gave him back his card. I'm sure our DM had many things planned for us this session, but we derailed off the plan many time giving him a headache. But hey, a strong way to start off the first session!
(I couldn't remember exactly how it went, but the conversation and situation was pretty similar)
Out of game: Mine let me bring an MP3 player to the table. End result is I'll just blast He's a Pirate anytime I do something stupid/insane.
In game: I'm basically playing the crazy old hermit archetype from every fantasy novel/movie ever, complete with crazed laugh and goofy old man voice.
Megazord orc needs to become canon.
My first time playing DND about 2-3 years ago had 2 dragonborns, I was a barbarian dragonborn with a drinking problem, the other was a chaotic Evil or neutral paladin with a lady favors problem. The DM let me drink 60 percent of the booze in a tavern and apparently woke up chained in a house of favors where the other tried to jump in a 2 story window to the same room to strangle me
Party was level 1, War Cleric (Basically a paladin) , Heavy Warrior, Ranger, and myself an Artificer. I nearly get 1 tapped by an ambush of goblins while heading on a quest to support a town under harassment by shadows. We manage to kill two of the goblins and wound the third, but instead of killing it, we let it run away. The Ranger tracks the wounded one back to their camp where we discover 5 more goblins and 1 hob-goblin. DM let me play loose by using the cantrip Magic Stones and embedding the glyph for the cantrip Thunderclap on to the stones (magic in the enchanted stones would empower the glyph, once the stones crack from impact, the glyph activates and releases a thunderclap) the Ranger climbs into a tree and I pass 2 of the stones to the Cleric and Warrior, before sneaking to the camp entrance. the Ranger started the fight by sniping a goblin on over watch, followed by myself, the Cleric, and then the warrior (who almost rushed in) tossed in the stones. "wish BANG BANG BANG" whole encampment was wiped and we made off like bandits with lots of swords. the DM... well he regretted letting us RP as ourselves from the modern times... since I can make hand grenades now... ( I think that's why he tried to kill me with the shadows at the town.... War Cleric kicked their asses btw) oh yeah that leveled us to 2
Becoming the avatar of Olidamara, the god of thieves, tricksters and artists. Fused out of two characters the character is now a shape shifting, later even ability copying, Mythril Armor wearing Pirate, with a replacement for a lost leg which was gifted by 2 Necromancy Halfgods that suspiciously came from different Places and Backrounds and after meeting seemed to enjoy each other company way to much...
2nd best playing a Half angel Barbarian based on Aroma from Magic the Gathering. No rest not mercy just a lot of rage and wings...
i've explained this one in another comment section, so i'll keep it brief here...
My GM ruled that the specific actions i took in order to make an upcoming combat easier had in fact turned his well designed trap/animated corpsepile/vampire's hidden coffin chamber setup into a pressure cooker and utterly destroyed the entire thing.
vampire was not happy... came to seek vengeance along with his coven and thralls... rogue had a sunblade... one quick read of the sunblade's special ability, and a GM ruling later, we had won.
I convinced my friend who is dm'ing technically for the first time to let me play a Satyr rogue. Nobody else would let me ever play a Satyr because of how powerful of a race it is. He's going to learn.
When I heard goose aracocra I thought of my character Honk the literal incarnation of the goose from the entitled goose game
Not a player of the campaign in question, but my DM can't stop referencing this story, which is the most hard-stop limit I've ever seen (it's understandable though). Oh btw my DM is almost a "Anything goes" DM
It was a typical medieval fantasy world (Homebrew system based on 5e), and everything was going according to my DM's plan (unsure of the story, so sadly i cannot tell that). Now, one of the characters was a very crafty *Artificer-Wizard multiclass.* This artificer made a *_GOD DAMN NUKE_* that instantly ended the WHOLE REALM in one turn after activation.
Had one that let me use his homebrew rules to create a super munchkin in 3.5. The character started as a gestalted Favored Soul/Warlock with 5 levels and 7 Feats, including one that made the Eldritch Blast a "supernatural" power that bypassed magic resistance.
Ironically, I can't seem to get my dm to let me have a simple slice of life episode (it's him and me) to ease the tension of the more intense/stressful events that would leave anyone high strung. (Just as much for me as it is for my character.)
My character challenges her crush to a silly game of trying to slip notes into each other's bags? They run into a member of the bad guy's group later that day.
The next day she suggests playing hide and seek to ease the stress of the night before? That night, bbeg shows up in her dream and threatens to kill her, allowing one of her puppets to take over her body and some of the characters understandably become uneasy around her until she can get the bbeg out of her head.
Girls' night out on the town? One of her friends almost gets kidnapped by someone from her past that she can't remember.
Confesses to her crush because other characters have encouraged her to so she can try to maintain a sense of normalcy? He says timing isn't right.
Discovers that they missed a party member's birthday and plans an elaborate scheme to throw a surprise birthday party? Bad guys who are hunting the friend who can't remember her past and the people from her past show up so they have to spend the rest of the day hiding in the woods from them.
Apparently there's a Halloween like Holliday coming up (my favorite holiday) and I'm hesitant to participate. We have talked about it and he said he was afraid I wouldn't find the events interesting enough as is and that when I try to make a plan I really want to happen, I need to let him know. My response was that I assumed my character making these plans would have been enough of a hint that I wanted them to happen.
They allowed me to throw someone who was bigger and taller than me out of the ring with a nat 20 grapple and a nat 20 strength. A child threw a werewolf out of a fight. Fang (the werewolf) would never dare hurt Diya (my character)
One of my dms let devour all the food and NPC's food in thier cabinet after they stole all of our gear and clothes. We got everything back and I burned the house down. It was the mayor's house and office.
I was the dm, and my players had come across a giant spider. One of our players was against it, but I let them roll for animal handling. Nat 20. His name was Sylvester Bootsmear (the last name was given to satisfy the disagreeing player)