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Gnome genocide, players got smited, my character ate a corpse. We are now level 4
Ya know, just the usual.
Yeah @@Gamesperger
Introduced my new character, a 5 year old bard with a recorder, drove the townsfolk crazy, helped the party set up camp, murdered a cult that is hunting me, and accidentally killed a guy in an argument because of vicious mockery
Our half-orc fighter got seduced by a copper dragon.
Near TPK because the bad guy had reverse AC: the party is protecting their hometown as the big bad (Vampire Putin) is preparing to invade. They get alerted that a raiding party has crossed the border and they give chase. Queue a couple random encounters and the leader sends some of his force (skeletons) to deal with the party. They cut through those and continue tracking him down. When they finally track him down he sends the rest of his force (ghouls) to wear down the party and jeers at them. When he starts fighting them, they can’t land a single blow. They were told this wight was a master swordsman who has studied every form of fighting there is. He is causing a lot of damage and the Druid is about to go down when someone rolls a 13… and it hits… they then realize they have to hit low. Suddenly they start trying to force disadvantage so they can connect. The Wight was expecting every blow, but a stumbling “whoopsy” would hit. They finally finish him off with 3/5 characters at single digit HP. 11/10 awesome session.
We killed a minotaur who happened to be the captain of the guard, got thrown in prison, broke out, held the entire town hostage, and released it under the terms that our charges are dropped, and we get a cut of the taxes every month. We will make 18,000 gold every month from now on.
Pls tell me it wasn't my previous character 😔
My players entered a totally normal forest and were inexplicably transported to the first world. They are currently trying to close the portal and find out what caused it to appear because a lot of villagers have gone missing and no one can seem to remember that this place is dangerous when they leave. Session ended when they found an obelisk with enchanted writing in common, clearly written by the party bard, that described a deal that the party made with “the three sisters”. They are currently panicking and are loving the plot hook
We did session 3 of curse of Strahd recently. Strahd know we exist from session 2. We pissed off three night hags and effectively adopted a child were debating changing the name of. We also talked to Irena and convinced her we didnt want to take her to Strahd after having been charmed into wanting to the session prior. The dm just wanted us to bury a guy.... please note, were level 4. It was fun!
We were investigating a lizardman cave, Davner, the aquatic elf, got a nat 20 on an animal handling check to pet a giant lizard. He then proceeds to tall us into the good graces of the lizardman queen. Our DM expected us to fight everything in the cave, so he had to end the session early to have a whole week to sort out what he needed to do.
Our party of 3 killed a mammoth at 4th level, we smuggled a gnome wizard with dementia who can only cast wish for ice cream into a dwarven city (they hate most non-dwarves) my character met the guy who broke him out of the arena (and released gnome wizard from the bag of holding inside his house, while he was invisible), I tripped the cleric for trying to cast silence on the gnome because “fuck you your messing with my friend’s house”. I am a barbarian. My accent changed… 6 times due to head injuries and near death experiences.
my brother rode a black dragon momentarily, but made the tearful sacrifice by head planting it into a mountain with him still on it.
We entered an inn, it was full of people trying to provoke us in a lot of different ways and we ended up chocking each other until a mysterious guy arrives. He decides to take our halfling in the room upstairs, it sounded like they had snu snu, but in reality he passed down a letter. Halfling refused to act as if it is indeed snu snu. The letter was torn in scuttle, the guy ran down with has pants down swearing (all part of the act) and sneakily handed that same letter (in pieces) to our human. After being confronted tho, he made a distraction and disappeared. Later on the bartender accidently paper cut that same human, it caused one of the guests to turn into undead and attack. The bartender just threw the guy out, apologized and offered a room for the night. We decided to take him up on that offer. The whole night we heard screaching, tapping on our windows, someone has told a story about twins with purple eyes and rolled that same eyes in our room. Some undead brutally killed a woman in front of our window. By the end of it our door was broken down and in the morning as soon as we go downstairs. Well, what do you know, we hear applause, apparently all of town citizens are undead disguised as regular people and they decided to play a prank on us
A group of kobolds entered the cave we were resting in, saw my character ( a wooden warforged whose head is modeled after an ancient red dragon), and declared him their long lost God. They pointed us to a site where I could undergo a ritual to “restore my true form” and told us to go there asap. Then we got lost in the forest and commited owl-kenku genocide
DM has never played before, and I with 4 campaigns under my belt was the most experienced player. We had to explain how the combat system worked during the game. Then he threw us into a WW1 scenario with guns and everything. Luckily we survived the encounter, then an armored tank with a gernade launcher and turret, 15 enemy’s were thrown at us. We won. That was the session
It became hard, unavoidable canon event that my character became will become the british prime minister.
Two players didn't turn up.
One player decided ten minutes past posted start time was a good time to do the level up he should have done at the end of the last session, put a load of washing on and make a coffee.
Another player finally ran out of patience for that kind of horseshit and went home.
So I sat there for a few minutes and made polite conversation with the DM before I went home too.
This is the kind of thing that would get me to look for new party members I'm sorry to hear that
@shealupkes yeah. I'm constantly hovering on either side of "no D&D is better than bad D&D" and "bad D&D is better than no D&D"
The friend that got me in to it is trying (with one of her friends) to get enough of a group together that her friend can DM, we don't want to poach the one party member that we agree would be a good fit from our current group and even with me bringing a co-worker we still come up short.
@@josephradley3160 then come up short, as long as you help the dm out you can make a small party function just fine
@@josephradley3160 then come up short, a few people you'll have a lot of fun with is better tan a lot of people you'll have no fun with
Session 2 of a new campaign I'm DMing, one of the players is very attuned to nature having grown in the countryside, and is in a big town for the first time. He spots some city pigeons and decides to try and approach them, not knowing that city pigeons are absolute bastards. He squats down and extends his finger towards one of the birds, who walks up and... promptly pecks at the finger. Nat 20 to hit, 1d4 damage and I roll max, dealing 8 damage total. The campaign started at lvl3. Poor guy lost a third of his hp to a pigeon.
But it gets even better: this player's character has toxic blood for lore reasons. It deals 1d4 necrotic damage minimum depending on how big the creature consuming it is and the amount consumed. The pigeon had 1 HP. The pigeon collapsed on the spot. This was THE FIRST KILL OF THE CAMPAIGN, by THE PACIFIST ANIMAL-LOVING CHARACTER.
Truly one of the most epic D&D fights I've ever seen. In hindsight maybe I should have made the pigeon peck a fixed 1 damage lol
That reminds me of the time I was playing a warlock and cast Armor Of Agathys on myself in the first fight. Tried to intimidate the pirates I was fighting by telling him I’d let him run away blah blah blah he didn’t need to die. Anyway so he killed himself by attacking me and after that his allies were so spooked they wouldn’t attack me.
For context, my character was using a combination of Disguise Self and Mage Armor(From Invocation) to make it look like he was wearing big spikey armor. As far as anyone knew he was a very powerful wizard despite his actual level because from their perspective he just summoned a suit of armor with one spell(Mage Armor had been cast before he entered the scene) and then a sword. And on his next turn he summoned another sword and then the guy that stabbed him froze to death.
Mindflayer Cockatrice genocide followed by slaughtering their Mindflayer Wyvern leader.
This was a Pathfinder campaign. My goblin fighter bisects two enemies and injures a third in a single turn. GM flavored as happening in one swing. It was pretty great!
I started a new campaign in the first time in far too long last night. Only a party of 2, but we're talking to a 3rd about joining next time.
Party front, Goliath, goes full Int 6 after learning of a high probability of traps. Trips half dozen crossbow traps that just happen to miss due to some really idiot savant-esque luck. Later, he's mad about all the traps that the kobold laid and they're being lured into total darkness. He pulls out a torch and ...
... uses aan already lit torch in a sconce on the wall to light it.
Laughs were had.
Also, he used his maul (hexmaul?) to turn several kobolds into jelly
Probably my favorite question so far, because its a complete grab bag of stories.
My personal answer is pretty easy considering I just finished up a 17 page synopsis of our campaign thus far to share with friends, but the most recent session with as little context as possible is as such:
The aftermath of a wish spell. Yep, coming out the gate swinging. It was our last resort against the goddess of the underworld, who was invading the dream plane (high level campaign). Our wizard went ballistic after being told by the god of time that nothing she does will ever suffice, but overall the session was chill and roleplay heavy. Finally having some downtime, our party sits down and eats some pie, and my character (LG homebrew oath paladin, age 25) notices her mom being even more awkward than usual and leaves the room. Her and the druid - who used to be a teacher - have a talk about how to raise a kid (me) when you can't be there for them all the time. This stems from her failure to raise me as an actual kid thanks to needing to keep harsh realities a secret and me falling to magical experimentation, leading to amnesia about forgetting everything about my mom. The druid just says be upfront about it and ask what they need. Later that session, my mom - the ever brilliant social butterfly she is - takes this VERY literally and walks up to my character going, "so, what do you need from me?". My character, initially confused, looks to the druid and gets enough confirmation to see what's happening, and just replies, "This is more than enough."
Here are the key moments from our last session:
•Party travels to the Nine Hells and gets help from some prankster imps to find Hades.
•On the way there, dragonborn barbarian (me) discovers love interest being tortured by a hag.
•Barbarian decapitates hag and saves love interest.
•Party finds Hades and is immediately captured by Tiamat cultists.
•Barbarian is separated and trapped by cultists to fight in a Hunger Games arena.
•Rest of party breaks out of their sells and begin searching for barbarian.
And that, my friends, is where it ended. Next session is in a couple of weeks.
PANR has tuned in.
We’re currently playing a campaign where we have to find out who has been training Goblins how to use Warlock magic to unleash a devastating being to wreak havoc on the plains. At the moment, we’re currently stuck in the Fey Wilds due to my character’s backstory of searching for her lost clan and we’re all joking about ‘just imagine if we came out of here and it’s been centuries later’, keep in mind, there’s also a war just beginning to start when we entered. God I hope we haven’t time skipped…
The party got ambushed by dragons and almost died (3 breath weapons + clustered party because they won initiative). Then the party basically had to fight a bunch of einherji in duels (since their mechanic forces 1v1s) and...almost died. A lot of that was a valkyrie with them that happened to roll well enough to crit nearly every attack. Also the party's assassin is missing because that's not at all concerning.
DM here. Players are in my homebrew setting that is 16 years old at this point, level 3. 3.5.
So, they are in the material plane (most of the setting has been focused on a sentient deniplane) and are exploring a frontier region known as Marid's Fall, it's basically a monster hunter campaign as the party gets to go out hunting the beasts to get crafting materials, earn coin from bounties, etc.
So, they were hired by a drunken master to hunt down a giant crab creature known as a king fiddler. They underestimated the thing because they didn't ask questions of their employer before heading out. The employer was level 7, the monster was a CR9 boss monster with a unique feature called maternal instinct that gave them a boost when dropped below half hp.
So, three level 3 players (swordsage, expert, and a homebrew rogue/hexblade type cclass) and a level 7 npc go to fight this CR 9 creature.
They do fairly well at first. Two turns to take it down to half hp. Then they get the actual main mechanic for the region, spirits can possess heavily damaged creatures to buff them up, shed from the four great elemental spirits that call this region home.
The crab is possessed by a water spirit that heals it of the poison afflicting it, gives it temp hp to bring it back to effectively full, gets a second initiative roll to act a second time in a round, and gains fast healing to further boost its durability. It immediately downs the NPC with a rend and its just the three players... they manage to get a crit on the claw of the creature (penalty for targetting) and sever it, freeing the captive npc before he could be crushed by the crab's constricting claws. Then they drove the spirit out with an alchemist's fire. The debuffs came back.
They then kited the blinded monster to death, healed up the npc, and got out of there with a massive exp drop.
Was a lot of fun.
It's really fortuitous that this video comes out just as me and my brother's co-DM'ed game of Pathfinder had it's true plothook session this past Saturday
Basically, the party started the session in a forest having just killed a nest of giant spiders after taking up a bounty to go kill a "beast of fire, lightning and metal". They picked through the bodies of a few dead adventurers that were in the spider's nest, and among the things they found was a rifle made with materials far beyond their 1800s technology scope. This rifle was given to the gunslinger of the party, Phileth.
They then traveled further north to the ranch they were told was being harassed by the metal beast, only to find that the ranch is instead an orchard. They mulled this over for a minute before someone spoke to them from a barn near the ranch, introducing himself as Doctor Emmet Brown (yes, *that* Doc Brown). And behind him they saw the "beast". It was a horseless carriage of sleek and futuristic design... the Delorean time machine, though they didn't know it. (Outside of character the players freaked out as me and my brother had been planning this reveal for close to 6 months and it absolutely paid off.)
However, before they could talk to Doc Brown any further, an NPC from earlier named Old Man Tanner intruded, pointing at Doc and saying "that's the beast that's been attacking my ranc- orchard! Yeah my orchard..." The party didn't buy it, and Tanner dropped his disguise, revealing himself to be Biff Tannen, bulked up and wearing golden power armor while wielding an obliteration hammer. Behind Biff was a sleek cherry red 66' Mustang. Biff let out a terrifying roar and all of the party realized in an instant that this man was far beyond their abilities.
Biff charged at them and picked up the Delorean, chucking it across the field before closing in to attack Doc directly. One member of the party, a Skeleton named Arthur, fired off an Ignition Cantrip on Biff. The berserker shrugged it off, but the attack gave Doc just enough time to hit and gas and get away from Biff. After some urging from Doc, all the party members crammed themselves into the Delorean. Biff dove into the car with them and tried to grab the steering wheel, but a combined effort from the party members blasted Biff away from the car as Doc hit the gas again, driving straight forward and activating time travel.
The party then found themselves inside an eatherial time temple of sorts. They needed to solve several water puzzles to get through the temple, and Arthur found himself a really cool whip in the process. At the top of this temple, they found a large pool of water, but looking through it showed a planet drifting through space. A ecumenopolis world that Doc recognized as the planet of New Home (context: the planet the players are from is called Home). After some deliberation, the players decided to jump into the pool, correctly assuming it to be a portal.
They arrived at New Home... or rather 13 thousand kilometers above it and plummeting fast. However, they were saved by a cargo vessel named the GSS Portbound. (surprisingly they all succeeded their reflex saves and thus did not take damage). Their savior, however, quickly became their debtor, as the Delorean ended up crashing into the Portbound's starboard engine.
As the lone pilot of the craft guided it to Newwire port, the players tried to talk him out of the debt to no avail. However, the pilot did make an offer for one of Phileth's fairly normal pistols, claiming it to be a collector's item worth far more than the debt of needing to fix the Portbound. The gunslinger didn't give up her weapon though. The pilot then freaked out upon seeing the futuristic rifle, exclaiming it to be an imperial rifle and on top of that contraband.
he then ushered the party off his ship, to which they were immediately greeted by a security drone detecting their faces not being in the galactic database, and we left the session on that cliff-hanger.
just finished my session for the week, my lot were finishing up killing the penultimate BBEG
in avernus, 1 group of alternate characters, 1 group of their main character, 1 group of their dead characters, had a returning player so 16 heroes
their foes, a demon lord, and 3 other boss level NPCs
lots of damage all over the place, 3 hours later, the group have surrounded the BBEG and have him locked down and eventually killed him and leveled to 16
next week they have to RP between all their characters, 1 player has 4 characters on the board, it's going to be great
We climbed a mountain, found a village destroyed by orcs, healed a cleric, cleric revived the dead corpse of a wolf that our phycho player (who's been trying to kill me since day one) has been carrying around (for no reason), player then proceeded to throw the wolf off the mountain, I caught it with a web spell after face planting. Wolf was actually the son of the demon who is inside psycho character (as part of warlock agreement), psycho character verbally abuses demons kid and sentient armor, I tried to persuade demons son to join me for protection, demons son REALLY wants to but can't.
Currently with our session labeled, death stalkers, we are currently resting at the mountains after our victory with a colossus. Turning its very skull as our tent while counting the loot we collected after turning in a partial thumb to the recruiter of said job just to prove our capabilities as six man group of um.... unique interpretations. A conquest paliden, a lycanthrope bloodhunter, a armorer artifist whom is currently fortifying the colossus jaw bone into a draw bridge. A genie warlock with a foul mouth marid dancer, a cleric obsessed fireball caster, and a spritual bard golden grunge with enough lip to match a eldlich horror with both voice and bage pipes. Yeah... we are over seasoned at this point. Actually the skull may as well be a castle under construction
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I'm notorious for bad rolls, so when my GM said "weapons break on a nat 1" I asked, "Can I use a hero token to stop that?" He said yes. MY 1ST ROLL. Nat 1😮😢.
My character prepered to single handedly take down an army by getting a scroll of earthquake and heading to face them in the underdark.
We previously learned that a local priest had been thrown in prison and sentenced to be executed. At first we thought his arrest was due to a misunderstanding caused by our Lizardfolk Sorcerer and Thri-Kreen Ranger, so we had made tentative plans to break him out. But after talking to the priest, we realized he had been corrupted by a race of insect-like creatures that planned to destroy the old gods and feed upon the sentient races. Having seen the effects of their corruption before, we were worried that the execution would not go as planned and so we decided to execute the priest ourselves.
As the session started, we were on our way to the prison to put our plan into action. Our Bard would charm the prison guards to get them away from the priest's cell and the Wizard would cast Magnificent Mansion in the cell so that we could create an isolated pocket dimension for our confrontation. While the others converged on the cell to fight the priest, my Druid would lure the guards away from the prison by disguising himself as the priest and fleeing from the prison as if he had escaped. But first, the Wizard asked me to try to get the priest inside the Magnificent Mansion.
Already in the form of an owl, I flew into the cell to convince the priest to have a meeting with us in the Magnificent Mansion. He just laughed at me, so in anger I Polymorphed into a Giant Ape and yeeted him into the Magnificent Mansion. The Wizard closed the door to the mansion as I disguised myself as the priest, waited to make sure the guards weren't suspicious, then escaped from the prison, making sure plenty of guards saw me. Alarms were blaring across the city as I led the guards on a merry chase to the harbor. Narrowly avoiding capture I darted down a pier, leaping off the end of the pier as I cast Conjure Animals to summon two Giant Octopuses in the water below me. The guards pursuing me were shocked to see a mass of tentacles reach out of the water and pull me below the ocean surface, seemingly to my doom. Once out of view, I dismissed the spell and made my way back to the prison.
Meanwhile, the others had completed their infiltration of the prison and had broken into the priest's cell. Inside the Magnificent Mansion, they found the torn open remains of the priest. Clearly, something had erupted from his now dead body. The creature that had emerged from the corpse managed to escape through the still-open door of the Magnificent Mansion. Changing back into owl form, I flew back up to the prison cell window. I just barely had time to register the fight that had broken out in the prison cell when I found myself caught in our Bard's Synaptic Static spell! I made the saving throw, but the damage easily overwhelmed my owl form, and I found myself plummeting 30 feet to to the ground below. Of course, a nearby guard noticed me and gave chase. Breaking line-of-sight, I disguised myself as another person and tried to pretend I didn't see anything, but the guard didn't believe me. Since there was no way I'd get back to the fight in time, I decided to let the guard arrest me. He took me to the guard captain, and after some more unsuccessful persuasion attempts my weapon was taken from me and I was placed in a cell.
The rest of the party got the creature back into the Magnificent Mansion and killed it. Upon death, the creature exploded, but since it was in the Magnificent Mansion, the blast didn't extend to the rest of the prison. If the creature had been allowed to completely mature and emerge at the scheduled execution, it would undoubtedly have killed many people during its rampage, and the subsequent explosion would have killed many more. Injured, but victorious, the others invisibly left the prison. The Wizard offered to help me escape, but I declined. Instead, I rested for an hour in the cell, then Wild Shaped into a moth. After a brief search I found my weapon, which was unattended. I claimed my weapon, then Wild Shaped back into a moth and left the prison.
The operation wasn't nearly as discreet as we had hoped, but we did save the town from a botched execution and the rumors about the night's events were a delight to my ears.
Last session, not interesting. Three sessions ago… hahahaha!
The party was interrogating a chef in the tavern basement kitchen. They felt like they weren’t getting what they wanted to hear, and the Ranger finally realized he had Zone of Truth after all these sessions.
They restarted the interrogation, and again didn’t get the info they wanted. Even when holding the spell active for the whole 10 minutes. The target in question was always failing the save, but the players didn’t know why I was rolling additional d20s at the same time.
When the spell ran out, the party gave up on the interrogation and went upstairs to the tavern dining area. Only to see a huge all out brawl.
The Ranger asked “What happened?”
The barkeep, crouched behind the bar, responded. “I’m not sure! About ten minutes ago, those two tables over there began spilling secrets they kept from each other. They got angry, their friends got angry, and then things got out of hand.”
The Warlock figured it out first. The kitchen was under the tavern, and due to being designed for Halflings had low ceilings. Zone of Truth didn’t have any limitations on corners or cover, so their spell bled through and started the brawl.
My druid and fellow party member barbarian centaur were werewolves (yeah, picture a centuar werewolf), and during a full moon, we were attacked by a stone giant. While the wizard and fighter were keeping safe from us in Leomunds Tiny Hut to rest. They woke up when the fighting started and witnessed everything. I ended up killing the giant by instinctively going for his genitals as predators do go for softer bits first. While biting and holding onto the giant's groin it tried hitting me with its club but got a nat 1 and smashed its groin instead. By then the giant was low enough in HP for me to finish it off by tearing the giant's junk off with my teeth and then we proceded to feast on the corpse. The barbarian and I also woke up at dawn inside the giant's torso after eating our way inside covered in blood and gore. The wizard and fighter demanded we be cured after that, understandably. Which is ok, because my druid wanted the same after learning what she did. She suffered from some PTSD after such gratuitous violence. The barbarian was pleased with me, so that is good, at least? But my druid does not want to acknowledge she did it, ever.
We are currently travelling through an Anti-Religious Empire (religious practice is banned, as is ANY practice that offers power from an outside source, such as Warlock pacts). They are currently at war with the home country of our Gnome Cleric... and Gnome Fighter/Paladin. The Cleric has been rather paranoid, going by a fake name and hiding away all his religious stuff. In our last session... he received a vision of our current target, one of five Archmagi in the Empire, holding his family prisoner. He is now in his Inn room preparing to contact his Goddess with the spell Commune - and we left it off there to have time to plan out what to ask.
My warlock punched a door to make sure it wasn't a mimic. Our paladin and rogue/bard didn't realize she was checking for mimics, so they both kicked the door. It was a) not a mimic, b) unlocked, and c) a pull. The rogue/bard managed to kick it in.
Why would a warlock punch something, you might ask? I misinterpreted the mimic's Adhesive trait and thought hitting it with a melee weapon would cause the weapon to stick, and she had Misty Step.
Half ogre were-boar tried to make my character "Squeal like a piggy".
Friends helped me recreate a scene from Lord or the Flies. And I developed an appreciation for the humble (silver) spear.
My character bought presents for her friends and she might be on sister status with the pet npc, and nearly died from stupid damage (didn't check for traps).
Fallout-based one shot in 5e. My character started as a captive of slavers. My friend was a Deathclaw Barbarian/rogue with INSANE stealth and sleight of hand rolls. The Deathclaw walked through the slavers' camp, unseen, removing the hearts of the slavers with insane rolls that the DM couldn't match. It was hilarious. That trick didn't work on the group of raiders we encountered later.
My party members tried to whore me out for a drug connection. My character is in a long term relationship with one of the party member's sisters, who he promptly snitched to.
Been running the Dragon of Icespire peak while my DM was on Hiatus. So, spoilers for that. The party went to warn some dwarf archaeologists about the dragon sightings.
When they to the dig site, the dwarves offer them sending stones in exchange for clearing out some ochre jellies.
The Goliath arcane trickster rouge hears jelly. And one of the players jokes about eating them. You can guess what happened next. This guy mage handed A spoon into the jelly. Splitting it ( and creating a third jelly)WHICH HE THEN ATE!
“I am not an experienced enough DM for this I thought to myself” so I went and asked another DM at the game store for help. He pointed out that ochre jelly can make it through even the smallest of holes. So the ochre jelly made its way THROUGH HIS DIGESTIVE TRACK! This took 3 rounds, with taking 6d6 acid damage plus 1 for each round it was inside of him after the first. After 2 rounds, he cast mage hand and said he was going to pull it out.
“What are you going to do, pull it back out of your mouth?” I think I said, like a prudish buffoon.
“No, I going to send the mage hand up my ass, and get it.” HE PERFORMED A MAGE HAND ENEMA/PROSTATE EXAM, AND RIPPED THE OCHRE JELLY OUT OF HIS OWN COLON! Then went down anyway because he still had a living enemy next to him.
The main game is starting up again, so we’ll have to wait a long time for the consequences to be heard. I will have revenge for this hilarious horror. The curse of shitting yourself from organ damage will be seen (and smelt) as soon as my DM’s attention span is momentarily somewhere else.
We closed a portal to the hells with a magical explosion that ended up a lot bigger than we anticipated. It leveled the entire town that had been taken over by fiends with us in it. Only the Barbarian, Cleric and Fighter survived the blast (barely). I was at 2 failed death saves by the time they found me in the rubble and revived me. Boy was my patron surprised to see me. As I was being drawn back, my last words to her were "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" She replied: "Oh yeah. Lots. Sorry sweetie. Good luck." At least we leveled up.
Well- my character got left for dead by the rest of the party in a town now destroyed by mutant man sized rats trying to collect several artifacts from said rats. There was also a nuke. I refuse to elaborate.
Last session someone cancelled the night before and we didnt play aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Ok kind of a long story here.
My character (a Order of the Lycan Bloodhunter) named Morgan Rose is currently along with the party, fighting a gigantic battle to save her homeland, which is currently being razed to the ground and invaded by a huge armada of ships and pirates, all who are being lead by her former crew.
For context she is a Pirate Captain who along with her crew were infamous in the seas and wanted criminals. They were eventually cursed upon finding a Crystal Wolf skull on a mysterious island which caused them all to become cursed with Lycanthropy which altered there personas and gave them a lust for power. The only one who could control this curse without losing herself was my character and thus she was betrayed due to clash of ideals.
Fast forward to now and My character has gathered a small army of various NPC's the party has befriended and helped over the course of the campaign and is now leading the counter attack to defend Morgan's homeland. We are out at sea not far from the main city that my character was from and we were doing ship to ship combat, we had managed to steal three ships from the enemy fleet and use their own weapons against them. To go alongside this we also had our flying airship which was shaped like a giant golden hawk that we had found, repaired and taken from an ancient Celestial facility from thousands of years ago.
We are currently gradually turning the tide and slowly but surely working our way through the fleet, taking out high profile targets along the way, with my character solely targeting her former crew who leads the fleet.
We had just come up against a huge Man O War that was being manned by a crew massive number of pirates including two of Morgan's former crew members. My sister's character a Air Genasi Artificer, Ranger used her speed to propel herself off the airship and unleashed a giant barrage of mortar strikes from her gun like artifact that we had found and got by defeating a powerful mage. She unleashed her barrage and managed to land a huge 32 damage on all members on board before landing in the sea next to the Man O War.
The rest of us were aboard the airship and flying towards the ship along with the three Frigate ships we had stolen due to our NPC friends sailing below us. Well all except from our Aasimar warlock who was using his radiant soul and cloak of the manta ray to dive in and out of the sea like a Dolphin and firing Eldritch Blasts at the ship.
The giant Man O War ship then unleashed a powerful arc beam from it's front cannon to hit and stun 2 of our frigates and everyone on board and then proceeded to try and ram them.
My party's Genasi who was in the sea at this point used her magnetic boots to climb on to the Man O War as it sailed past her and stormed the fortified cabin of the guy steering the ship and proceeded to kick down the door and shoot the guy with a blast of energy from her gun.
As for the rest of us, my character Morgan and our party's Dwarf Paladin boarded the Man O War via being dropped off from our airship. We were surrounded by a large number of pirates at least 12 of them all surrounding us. We gave each other a quick glance and nodded before proceeded to both use our Steel Wind Strike on them simultaneously, the Paladin with his Glaive and My character Morgan with her Gun-blade with her crimson rite active.
We both rolled super high and each got one Nat 20 each too. We also both rolled incredibly high on damage too doing a combined total of around 754 between the two of us.
So there you had The Dwarven Paladin on one side with his Glaive glowing in a golden radiance using his steel wind strike on everyone on one half of the ship and me one the other side with my Gunblade enveloped in flames from my crimson rite using my steel wind strike on everyone on the other side before we finally both met in the middle to finish off the last guy together (Morgan's former third mate) by slicing her clean in half from top to bottom.
Our DM was blown away by this scene as was everyone at the table. DM described it as a golden light speeding around one side of the ship and a flaming fiery whirlwind (Think Rengoku from Demon Slayer) doing the same on the other before meeting in the middle for a big final tag team attack.
The DM even gave us a point of Inspiration each for the rule of cool. By far my favourite moment of the campaign so far.
I’m out of the country so I wasn’t there for our last session, but the session before we had a fight with a dragon which I can only describe as being like something out of the Bone comics. Wizard was leading the way (don’t ask, I don’t know why) and walked straight into the dragon’s lair. He couldn’t see anything (I could, didn’t say anything because I was busy watching in stunned silence via darkvision) and casts light. He was literally five feet away from a very awake dragon. His final words? “Oh, hi.”
After I murdered A whole tavernful of people except the bartender. My character decided to sleep in the tavern for the night. My character got kidnapped in the middle of the night and the party spent all last session finding and rescuing me all while my character was being tortured. My character almost died and we found out that the npc that we liked most kidnapped my character to torture him
My party dealt with a local hydra by digging a huge pit with the druid's wildshape, filling it with oil, luring the hydra into the pit with an "injured" pc, and then setting it all on fire. They had two rounds to kill it before it climbed out and ran back to the water. They got it done, level 5
In my last session, my players finally reached a side quest village, one went to bed at the inn, the other went mining, and the rest weren’t available to play. I’m hoping next time more can play.
The same thing that happened at my last 50+ sessions. We met at a bar, got a quest from the barkeep to talk to someone about delivering goods, slept at the bar in an attached inn, were attacked in the middle of the night, fended them off, started the quest, delivered the goods, got sucked into a sidequest about saving a town, and - oops the DM is too busy now. Anybody remember where we left off? You have notes? That doesn't sound right, let's start over, everybody make a new character "real quick". Wish I knew more than 1 DM. Time to learn the craft, I guess.
Tiefling rogue wanted to fish with no equipment, no proficiencies. Rolled a Nat 1 on nature check. I (DM) got to describe how he walked to the side of the boat and held his shoe out hoping that a fish would jump into it. A fish then jumped up, rolled a nat 20 and knocked his shoe out of his hand.
I'm running a heavily homebrewed 5e game using Carbon 2185 as a framework with a cyberpunk/post apoclyptic setting within an obscenely large megastructure.
My players had just returned to town after completing a job to take down an Ankheg and bring its corpse back. After talking to the bar tender at the tavern that gave them the job, they learned some new bits of world lore and got to choose their rewards, consisting of custom items made using the Ankheg carapace. I let them get creative with it, with that Hacker opting to get some customized cybernetics to replace their hidden arm blade with something resembling the mantis blades in cyberpunk 2077 but using pieces of insect instead of metal. The Doctor chose a suit of armor while the Scoundrel settled for a carapace katana and had some parts of their two revolvers replaced with carapace. Afterwards the party spent some time deciding on what job they wanted to do next and weather or not they want to take a one week downtime to work on various crafting projects. The party opted to plan for their next job to find a warehouse full of goodies and shut down its ancient security system. But before heading out they needed to rest for the night. At this point I called the Hacker into the private discord voice channel. A few sessions ago she had plugged into an ancient server bank which looked like a massive spooky black monolith with RGB lights running across it. She failed her mind saving throw and now he is infected with a sentient computer virus that built a persona based on her personality. The Hacker woke up that night at the tavern to find a cloaked dark figure wearing white mask in their room. The Hacker was paralyzed in place while this figure interrogated them for some basic information and in the process revealed much about its self. The Hacker realized that this thing was now living in their head and that it had been locked away for a very long time. After some negotiation the Hacker settled to an agreement with the entity, opting to carry it in her head in exchange for special boons. The nature of these boons was intentionally kept vague. In addition she rolled high enough on her Insight check to realize that this entity can't be trusted in the long term, but for now she didn't have much choice. All she knows is that the entity wants to find more entities like its self, and the best way it can do that is by traveling inside the head of an adventurer. I plan on having this entity be one of the major antagonists of this campaign; a code fragment belonging to a vast distributed hive consciousness that uses organic hosts for processing power.
The following morning the party reconvened at the bar to buy some last minute travel gear before heading off back into the wastelands. The first leg of their journey to their next job had them traveling through flooded tunnels and caverns. They had rolled well to evade random encounters but did run across a tunnel with floor and walls covered in foot prints belonging to a hoard of machines. This is my first clue to the party that an ancient AI they had pissed off several sessions ago is planning to attack the town that they are staying at. (This will be a problem in future sessions) The party marched forward until they reached an abandoned apartment block where they scavenged among debris to find employee badges relating to the warehouse they plan to infiltrate. It will give them an edge at tricking some security systems and opening some doors. At the end of the session the party encounters a car sized drone hovercraft resembling a coffin with two turbo fans attached to it. They manage to evade it by hiding in the building. It didn't take much for them to realize that next session will be spent evading the deadly machine and possibly more.
It started with us traveling with the queen of a once great city that had been destroyed by the BBEG to find a group of mercenaries to join our army so we could beat him. We needed to get to where they are by taking a flying boat, so we found some folks that could take us where we needed to go. However while traveling on the boat my character, a Tiefling triple class Sorcerer/Paladin/Rogue named Quirkly, saw his ex flying on creatures called Hellbirds. The moment he saw his ex, Quirkly tried jumping off the side of the ship and onto her bird…and he failed. He fell from an incredibly high height to his death, and what makes everything worse is that he was out party’s ace in the whole. He was something called a Bloodweaver, became such after reading a book that taught him to use his own blood as a source of his magic, and those are the only thing that can kill another Bloodweaver. Our BBEG IS a Bloodweaver, so now our party has no way to keep him from coming back from the dead as he’s been killed by us twice. He keeps coming back, and there’s pretty much no hope now.
We have our next session tonight, and I’m just hoping the character I made blends with the party.
They’re a Warforged Sorcerer, built to entertain through music. It’s strange, an entertainer that isn’t a bard, but it’s because her magic doesn’t come from her viol. Her magic comes from a set of four orbs on her body, two on her shoulders and another two at her wrist, that allow my most favorite feature of her to happen. She has no hands, and instead has hands that float due to the orbs. She’s kind, and curious about human emotions, so I’m hoping she can bring my party’s spirits up
So i was the dm, we had a human rogue, dragonborn wizard, and dwarf paladin, the wizard and the rogue ask if they can create a portal to the real world, i said to roll, nat fucking 20, i said "roll a d100", nat 100, they took guns and some nukes, they Analyze the nuke and guns, they then proceed to take over the world. I ended the campaign.
My players managed to defeat the bbeg of the one-shot I wrote for them at 15th level. An Archfey of death was attempting to enter the material plane to spread his destruction like a wave of doom. Thanks to our cleric and a platoon of shadow giants they freed from the Archfeys tyranny the party managed to fight off the legion of death long enough for the sun god Apollo (clerics diety) to help trap the the bbeg in the egg of a Coatl the party had befriended. But the Coatl himself had to be sacrificed in the process. The cleric then was tasked with raising the child that would be born from the egg. The child will be born with all the power of the Archfey of death, but would be innocent. Thus the Skull King would enter the material plane, but not as he intended.
They are now level 16.
Pathfinder but close enough. We have a hostage (long story) and when we tried to have a conversation that didn't involve him, he tried to sneakily back away. Unfortunately for him, he backed right into my character's eidolon (sort of a spirit guide/companion in Pathfinder), who just happened to be a dragon wearing armor that rattled VERY LOUDLY upon impact. She just looked down at him with an amused expression as the entire rest of the party noticed his escape attempt. The cherry on top? The table we were playing on had some loose metal rods that kept falling out and loudly hitting the floor, and one of said rods hit the floor right as the GM described the hostage running into the armored dragon. The timing was incredible.
two sessions, two letters delivered. nothing else. took that mailman job serious. had to travel far and wide, across the whole map and back. just for a friendly "hello" and "come over". one golem squad and an assassins guild and a thieves guild were messing with the delivery. exhausting, and in the end the mailman had to fake his own death by explosion. government knight order was getting too much involved.
My party encountered a group of goblin NPCs named Mii, Yu, Hee, Hurr, Shi, and Hym.
Anybody who doesn't already know where this is going should search CZcams for the Abbott and Costello bit, "Who's on First?"
My players headed to the magical White Mountain to find a secret passage through it. Rumors say this mountain is alive and chooses who to allow passing (the lore reason is quite different).
One of the players, nevertheless, tried to talk to the mountain. After getting Nat20, how could I refuse?
The mountain can't actually talk, so the PC IMAGINED he heard the female voice of mountain in his head and spent the whole session trying to woo her and convince his party members that mountain is indeed alive.
Another PC (whose personality is literally romantic) called out his bullshit and read a 5-minute-long speech of marriage proposal to the mountain.
Nat 1.
Right now, they are buried under a layer of avalanche from angered mountain.
Well, after failing to get paid on the past few jobs, the Arson Hobos finally got paid. This is how it went down.
They woke up to the thieves boogyman in their house, and over a barrel. He was not too happy about them completing a prophecy on accident and bringing back an ancient race of extinct elves. So he gave them a job, do it and you get to live. To prove his seriousness, he killed one of the Arson Hobos. Don't worry, she got better.
He made them resurrect a dead elven general, one that could unite the elven tribes and bring unity, so as to balance the re-emergence of the ancient elves. He was nonspecific as to the details but did give them a ring called a tool of the immortals.
They decided rather than get a bounty they would pull it off like a heist. And they did it wonderfully. Though they still wonder how their thief can open a locked door from the inside.
And then they found out that the elf they resurrected was a nobody. Someone had buried a nobody in the grand tomb of this legendary general and they had no idea where the real general was buried.
They pumped their connections for info and eventually found themselves at a place called Sweetwater. A place with a long history ruled by a man wearing a familiar looking ring. A tool of the immortals.
It was here they found the general in a simple unassuming grave and brought her back. The articifer fell in love, and they hosted her and the nobody for a month, learning from and training with a legend.
Then they left, and the Arson Hobos got a new job. Recon an ancient tower and bring back anything important. It looked like easy money, and they were finally going to get paid by someone.
It turned out to be as bad as the dungeon they call Hell. By day, it was a miserable place, by night, the army of undead came out. Every zombie horde you've ever seen was a good approximation of what they faced.
They were quickly being overwhelmed, thief cut bait and ran from the fight, telling them stick to the code. They cut bait and in the hamsterball of protection they ran for the tower.
Inside the tower was a giant magic circle, keeping the undead out. Ancient but potent magic. They explored down, since there was no up anymore. And found thousands of the extinct elves being held in magical stasis. They brought one back as proof of their story. And it was here that they got paid. And paid very, very well.
The other half of the Arson Hobos have been fighting this same army of undead on the front lines, and losing every engagement. They were told of the circle and that the army both groups now have encountered goes by a name, Legion. And Legion is unstoppable. Except now they know there is a defense, but the extinct elves wont let them study it. The first attempt ended with a kiss off. Now they are at a newly discovered sister location, hoping to study this magic circle.
All this so they can complete four challenges and fight what they expect to be a very eccentric and wealthy gladiator for a treasure of pure gold. One of 12 in the world, they now ponder what it means to know these gladiators are actually 13 of 12 (dun dun da! Plot twist). And how will that effect their attempts to solve the riddle of Legion?
And thats where we left off. But most important take away here is they finally got paid. And took a vacation where no one got attacked or killed. Important because since they got wrapped up in this mess, two Arson Hobos have been killed. Well, they both did get better.
My dwarf wizard decided to ship two barbarians womans chief npc, even telling them to just kiss already. The more i think about it, the more i think it fit her background and personaloty.😂
So i just started a new campaign today at my local gaming store. we all had uncomfortable nightmares we didnt remember, the farmers prize cow was standing in the middle of a circle, made of the bloody remains of other cows. The moon started to bleed red tentacles, and all the villagers in the first village went ballistic and tried murdering/chasing eacother eacother and setting houses on fire. Am i prepared for session 2 next week? Ive got no idea.
I was DMing an extended variation of Icespire Peak.
My 6th level players (Aasimar Blood Hunter, Homebrew race Bard/Rogue, Shifter Artificer, & Reborn Sorceress) attempted to sneak into the Shrine of Savras.
I say "attempted" because the sorceress got a 3 on her stealth check. The lookout on the tower spotted her, blew his war horn, and alerted the orcs.
The Blood Hunter decided it would be a good idea to dash into perhaps the easiest to be seen spot. He was surrounded by the end of the round.
At some point, the Bard/Rogue snuck into the shrine and cut the 50 pound bell down. It made a lot of noise. So much noise that as a cliffhanger, I explained a gruff voice from the next group told someone to go investigate.
Meanwhile, Blood Hunter and Sorceress are at very low health, and the Artificer is battling an ogre with only his Steel Defender for backup.
I wouldn't worry too much, though; they have a knack for pulling themselves out of the fire, plus there was a missing cleric who should be able to make the next session.
Me, the Dragonborn (yes a skyrim game) and my friends, allied with powerful beings called aspects, a good dragon and Alduin himself (the campaign main villain) all teamed up, God Man and Beast, to fight Dagon The Demonking (basically trigon) who was summoned by one player, a warlock who went full mahito from JJK. All the while the other player who also turned evil, who was killed by the warlock, had sent some useless vampires to help (they did not help) Me, Wraath a 4ft, 1 Argonian (lizardfolk) artificer, my best friend a Large Khajitt (tabaxi) weretiger runeknight fist-fighter, a wood elf witch mercy monk, a nord (goliath) wild magic barbarian who went full Kratos after * trauma * all did our best fighting the THE FUCKING DEMONKING
I dont exactly remember the whole fight but the highlights, oh ho hooo the highlights. I was riding on the shoulder of Tye (the tabaxi) who went giant and I started my plan as early as I could making an eldritch cannon and having roll a keg of homemade gunpowder away to get behind the bbeg. Tye started fighting off the Dagon first and it starts off pretty well, better then we thought. The other two get in on the action very quickly and with them as well as the other beings/dragons start hounding him, I give Tye haste and tell him to rush Carrelle (the evil warlock) and take him down near instantly, he was always bad at magic. We grabbed this key that can lock and unlock anything, I needed it for my plan. We rushed back into the fight and I ended haste on Tye for good reason, and then I used Enlarge/Reduce, now we had a GIANT CAT that could look the demon king in the eye and tried to grapple him. It was nearly after this that we "beat" him by taking all his current hp. He then healed to half and unlocked not legendary actions, but MYTHICAL actions. We were fucked before and now it is definitly without consent. I tried to convince the two dragons to help, but Alduin hating me for being the dragonborn and the other good dragon being prideful, (and me basicly being rocket raccoon from gaurdians) they did not listen. We did what we could, Varouk (the honorable barbarian) dealing constant damage and Reed (the elf) fighting using The Wabajack (a gift from the god of chaos) had accidently buffed the demon king a few times, THANKS REED, YA DAMN GOOFED!!!! Now my plan was to get Tyr to pick up my drone and keg and stab dagon in the heart, I blow them up, juml in with the key and lock his heart (I didnt have great strength so I had to weaken him first) but the then the fucking bastered used hold person on all of us, we were trapped. Reed was the only one free but couldn't do enough damage to make him break concentration. Thats when the DM had Alduin swoop in and claw out Dagon's chest, YAY. And eat his heart.........oh no. Dagon died and Alduin, got stronger. I thought we were cooked, until Alduin realised this world wasn't worth taking over, so he left, only to return in the true end times, not to conqure but do his damn job and end the world. But it wasnt our problem anymore and we won. Now we all leveled down to 10 for Season two of Honor Among Kin, ready for vampires, brother and vengence.
We were in a cavern with a crystal tree with a root system covering the floor. My fighter tried to take a sample and a massive amount of energy blasted her back 30ft, landing on the bard.
After solving a puzzle we found an enemy orc, and tried to question her, but she turned into a small critter and tried to get away. I swan dived, caught her, and we all agree it was better to kill her. Trying to kill her ended her critter form but she immediately took on a big form. Due to good rolls in initiatve she got some damage from us, but she struck at us and bolted 30ft out to the other exit. This is when the NPC wizard was up for bat, and I was the player controlling him. "I cast Magic Missile" I said, "but not on her." I blew up a root causing a blast of energy to land her prone right back in front of us, and after that she didn't stand a chance. We went through the other exit to find a camp of orc-cultists, completely shocked to see us. If she had gotten away, they would have been primed and ready.
What's the difference between a pumpkin and a rock?
Rock pie doesn't taste nearly as good
Our last session was our last before people broke up for the holiday and headed back home we won’t be playing for like 4 months, it was a big one. Our party fought a magic buffed Behir named a Faranir, we met up with our mysterious benefactor for the first time since session one (and the first time at all for my character since my original one died) and he sent us on a voyage to the other main continent, we met a new adventuring companion who was this sick robot bird artificer hybrid, and we made all the necessary preparations before heading out on the 1 month voyage, it was an awesome session and it just made me so excited for us to get back together in a few months to keep playing, especially considering basically everyone’s backstory is in this other continent.
Oh also, my character (a tanky blood hunter) bought a cloak of protection with the money she got killing the Faranir, that in combination with the fact she reached level 10 and got dark augmentation (can add INT mod to STR, DEX and CON saves) means she’s even more of a tank and I love playing her
Nearly had a tpk. We all found out cr 1/2 soldier are weirdly more deadly than you'd expect. We're at level 7
I casted banish on a PC who was drunk both in and out of game
Did a one off sesh bc some of our group wasn't present for the main sesh
Our one off was loosely based on an anime called Black Lagoon long story short it turns out torpedoes are more effective when thrown rather than shot
we took out two ships by hitting their weapons magazine
Took off in our boat which had a submarine attached by a cable on the back
almost hit the third ship in front of us
busted a hard left DM rolled whether the sub caught air or went further down dragging us with it
One of our team members was holding onto a rope tied to the back of our ship bc he fell off and caught himself
same situation with the sub he had to roll if he went up or down
He went up and and got embedded into the side of the ship in front of us
And the sub went up as well
Player who hit the side of the ship argued that he was covered by armor bc he was in the side of a ship and had a tower shield on his back
DM said no the sub hit him and the ship
We won
🤷😂
Player discovered a hidden and lost temple of the first Titan of my universe.
TL;DR, one of the party members plucked out both of their own eyes pledging himself to an unknown entity and the rest of the party lost their shit at that turn of events and the lore discoveries made in the temple.
Last session?
My group found out one of the PCs is a mega-racist.
That's right, one of my campaigns has a PC who is heavily prejudiced against zombies, werefolk, and frankenfolk because of the stories the character read as a child, which you would not expect to be an issue since such creatures don't really exist in the setting, except for the fact the group had just entered a town populated entirely by such "fantasy monsters." Needless to say, shit almost went down...
Dude's fine with skeletons and ghosts, though, they're friendly after all (he's seriously been reading too much Casper the Friendly Ghost).
Our party leveled up before this session. This becomes important later. We went into what was promised to be a dungeon crawl to search for a missing wizard NPC ally. What we got was an atrium that had been infested with a mutated beholder that was guarding a door. We "rescued" the wizard by shoving his mutilated body into the bag of holding, which immediately became a corpse. After that DoorHolder decided we were going to be compensation for taking the body. My character, a sorcerer with very bad dex, was using Telekinesis to move around at the time, so I switched targets and ripped the main body of the beholder, which was in the atrium floor, and floated it front of the beholder's main eye, preventing it from firing off some of its beams, and so that our melee fighter started to carve it up like shwarma.
In retaliation, it summoned four acid beasts and started breath-weaponing the party. A few rounds of tackling the adds, and the boss summoned a blood beholder behind us. This was around the same time when the main body was now so cut up that it didn't obscure the view of the DoorHolder anymore. He immediately rolled a 10 on the beam, and you know what that means. My character took a disintegration ray to the face, and everyone held their breath. I lived with 6 HP. If we hadn't leveled up the session earlier, I would have been dust. If he rolled higher on the damage, I would have been dust.
But the epic thing that happened wasn't surviving. My turn was next, and I wiped the blood out of my eyes, turned my back to it like it wasn't a threat, and cast Hold Monster on the Blood Beholder instead, allowing the rest of the party to target, while our melee fighter took out the DoorHolder. That's right, I turned my back to the thing that nearly killed me, like it was nothing. It was the best moment of the campaign so far for my character.
Rogue and Barbarian fought over an npc. Rogue rolled 2 nat 20s to flirt, Barbarian only rolled 16s and 18s. Sorcerer tried to scare the guy away but got distracted by Wizard. Wizard scrolled on medieval fantasy TikTok and eventually convinced Sorcerer to join. Monk shrunk himself to be an inch tall and then got squished, flicked, and eventually thrown out of a window because multiple npcs thought he was an insect.
Arrived at dnd version of Las Vegas, got up to debauchery, started a band, saved some underaged orc from being arrested, stumbled upon some cultist stealing from locals, beat said cultists in combat
In the middle of an ongoing liberation of an Alliance Frigate from a pirate raid. The pirates received reinforcements in the form of a Turian Cruiser, outclassing the stolen Frigate and the allied Frigate they came in on in firepower. The stolen Frigate tried to outrun the Cruiser after the strike team took control of the bridge but they couldn't get away in time. In desperation, the allied Frigate engaged the Cruiser knowing that it would lose but trying to buy the stolen Frigate time to escape.
The strike team leader, unwilling to let his colleagues die in such a way, turned the stolen vessel around and aimed it at the Cruiser. With the help of the players, they fired every weapon they had at the Cruiser in one salvo, overloading their weapon systems but overloading the Cruiser's shields. The strike team pushed their vessel's engines beyond safe limits to ram into the hull of the Cruiser, detonating their main gun inside the Cruiser's hull like a breaching charge. The stolen Frigate powered through the wounded Cruiser further, using the Frigate's mass to tear the ship in half but causing catastrophic damage to the Frigate in turn. Thankfully, the strike team leader and a player biotic erected a powerful enough Barrier to shield their part of the ship from the worst of the damage.
With the Cruiser crippled, the jamming frequency preventing quantum communications was terminated. Alliance reinforcements are called in by the wounded allied Frigate. But the strike team leader suffered a stroke from overuse of his powers and despite medical intervention to prevent permanent damage, there was no guarantee that they would recover. The players, battered and traumatized, must now assault the Brig of the stolen Frigate to free the surviving members of the crew while the strike team remains on the bridge to provide technical support and keeps the bridge out of pirate's hands.
Context: We are in the Negative Energy Plane looking for Knull, the God of Death, to get a rune for another PC to finish his quest before we walk into the final boss rush of the campaign, where we will fight the Aspect of Thought, a being that only wants to die but wants it to be "a glorious end." Our party consists of a Bard, Fighter, Paladin, Ranger (me), and her Dragon companion/lover (an NPC). we're all level 19.
Due to a lucky encounter the session prior, we got a shortcut to speak with Knull, avoiding a 10-floor megadungeon in the process. After some talking, we made a deal with Knull; He'll give us the rune we came to look for, if we - the party - can give him items of historical import - be they items that already possess history, or things that *will* possess history.
The items that were give to Knull in exchange for the rune were the Bard's straw hat, which they had since they were introduced to the party at level 8, and a...assortment of adult toys modeled after the party. (No I will not elaborate). He kept the real items while he gave us back copies so they couls "continue to accumulate history."
before our departure, Knull had two things to say; One to our Paladin, and one to me.
To the Paladin, he wanted a copy of an artifact-tier item on his person, which would remove a curse placed upon him, and restore him to his old potential of power. At the time, the player declined, fearing what Knull would do with the book, or even a copy of it. Knull made it clear that the Paladin would rue denying him this. I rolled a nat20 Insight (for a 31 total) to glean anything from Knull, and learned that he was not trying to psyche the Paladin into giving him the book. Knull *was* death and a god, so all he had to do was wait. In exchange however, Knull offered an army of undead who would help the paladin in his crusade to save his homeland from an eldritch horror.
For me, I was given a potion. He claimed that due to an event that was tied to my characters creation, I would be the first of the party to die. My body and soul was so fractured due to said creation, I was falling apart at the seams. It was advised to let the fraying continue for roughly a year before drinking the potion, I suppose to get the maximum effect out of it. On the previous note of the eldritch horror, my character made it clear that - not to sound like a coward - she had barely lived a life before coming to join the party, and didn't want to throw it away. Unlike her predecessor, she feared death and wanted to make this life count.
(As a brief aside, my current Ranger is a transformed version of my old Rogue, who was falling apart at the seams due to powerful magic. Above board, i was having difficulty playing the character I made, and wanted a change into something i felt more comfortable with after some knee-jerk reactions.The Rogue, originally *also* a Ranger, joined the party at level 7, and was then transmogrified into my current ranger at level 17. My character had the bearest minimum of memories from her previous counterpart, only what was needed to deal with the Aspect of Thought, and nothing more.)
After we got the rune and gathered up our NPCs waiting below, we Plane Shifted back home, at which point I was asked to roll a D100, and rolled a 15. I was pulled aside to answer some questions with the DM. More on that later.
We all landed back on our ship, with all but our Paladin passing out from exhaustion, as our Plane Shift took us four straight days to get back to "home." Our Paladin went drinking while the remaining PCs and NPCs were thrown into bed. While away, the Paladin spoke with his magic book mentioned earlier, and after some deliberation, decided to give Knull what he sought for; His curse was lifted, as it was viewed that having him at full potential would have more benefits than drawbacks.
Back on our boat, I was the first to wake up, groggy and sick. Dismissing it as a lack of food and sleep, she would reconvene with her dragon partner, who would begin to make, and I quote, "a foot tall mountain and eggs" for himself and the crew. The dragon - who was just a mindless drake about two months ago in-world - is still learning how to people, and how much a normal mortal can handle. It was a lot of food for the crew, all of which who learned thanks to our Fighter's cooking - being the main chef of the party - to "never waste food." many of the crew were in a food coma after breakfast.
The party would eventually reconvene, and my Ranger would want to go see our boats doctor...who was currently in a food coma from the dragon's cooking. The Bard stepped up, using some knowledge from our past Cleric party member to help figure out what was going on.
...Turns out my Ranger was pregnant.
Rolling back to the earlier d100 roll, I was given notice of two changes while we were falling through the Planes; One was that my character could now attune to an item previously found by the party because of her deep connections to dragons. The other, was - since it had been a month and a half since my Ranger and her partner "lost their unicorn privileges," The DM let me know that - if I *wanted* to act on it - there were two ways we can take this; Either my Ranger gets pregnant, or her partner starts getting stronger, more protective of Ranger, and readying to make a nest. He wanted my consent on if it should become anything, to which i respect...since there have been far too many horror stories of DM's just *going with it* without any say. I leaned for the former; My Ranger already decided she was not going to join the party for the big fight that was to come ((technically post-game stuff)), so having a child on the way would only further incentivize her to stay out of it and value her life - her family - first.
She told her partner about the revelations that popped up as a result of the d100 role in private, and decided she would tell the party about the new bun in the oven before Bard let it slip.
Got to love begin in the final legs of a campaign. |D
I played flwor duet well narrating a halfling firing an anti tank rifle.
Played in a Homebrew 5e Campaign where I was in a all Dwarf Session, not by DM choice, we all did it to be funny. I was a Dwarf Paladin, the others were a Dwarf Barbarian, Cleric and Bard. In our last session, we had to chase down kidnappers of 3 kids through a portal, this portal led to a world of Dragons. Only to discover that we were all Dragons ourselves and learned to fly with some difficulty at first. We found this baby dragon nesting with two adult dragons that had the scent of the child (we learned to track by smelling), decided to fight these dragons believing them to be the captors and
absolutely destroyed them, I myself did a ton of fire damage since I was a dragon, while my party members were acid, lighting and ice. We then wanted to determine if this baby dragon was the child we were looking for believing that going back through the portal makes us normal again, I tested it and the child and I were back to humanoid form again, though coming through without clothes as they got dropped as we went through the portal apparently. Then the other players had the bright idea of trying to get one of the adult dragons through the portal believing they are one of the captors. So I went back in and flew back to the fight scene and carried one of the dragons by the shoulder and the other player grabbed by the tail. We got to the portal and I dragged the dragon by its tail and the other player was pushing the dead dragon forward. This led to a scene that I could only describe as a “Dwarf without any clothing dragging a VERY REAL dragon by its tail and butt through the portal and getting stuck!” All the while all of the NPCs on the other side were in total shock of this. This was the most fun I had in most DnD campaigns and I could not stop laughing about this one.
Our DM had us searching of a mythical hero to help us defeat some evil giant slavers. When we found him, we discovered he was dark spirit dressed in armor who inmediately attacked us. As most of the party scrambled to defend ourselves, our Druid disengaged and started inspecting the spirit’s throne. There he found 5 buttons (one for each of the party, mind you). Desperate, he pushed all the buttons. Each one granted him a different power. Steel skin, wings, upgrades to his stats and other stuff I can’t remember. Oh, also he felt a strange power within him. Our DM asked him what he wanted to do. The Druid answered he wanted to defeat the evil spirit… and the evil spirit simply exploded. The strange power turned out to be a wish. The idea of the DM was that the party had to defeat the evil spirit and then share the gifts to empower us. Now we have a God-Druid in our team. Slavers better tremble.
We just wanted to follow the goblin horde my bugbear brother was leading, so I could murder all his goblins and other questionable companions to thereby show him, that my following of 2 highly throwable halflings and 2 funny looking edgy elfes were wastly superior friends and then have a happy family reunion with him, which I mean literally and not as a metaphor for killing him (it's a bugbear thing, you wouldn't understand). But the GM decided to roll like a prick while we were resting and we first had to kill a Troll as a Lvl 2 party (our warlock could prevent him from healing) and then, while trying to rest again to get our HP back up, we got attacked by 9 bloodhawks. The last one standing, our 1 HP ranger, fought against the last 2 HP bird and both missed 2 attacks...until he finally killed the feathery asshole. But our edgy Highelf Warlock bled out and we had to pay 130 gold to get him back. For which he was pissed at us, since he was in the domain of his edgy god he won't tell us about and reviving him denied him of his "paradise". Then my bugbear barbarian drank ungodly amounts of equally ungodly femented onion-wine and puked it all back out trying to cross the "racist bridge", which has a chance to make all non-humans puke.
nothing really got possessed by a sword and am helping a little girl who got very traumatized as her mom, sister, and butler were killed. So next session we're bringing her to her uncle
Last session? Short version. After dealing with past gnome genocide coming back to haunt us by way of a Storm Giant taming a Tarrasque. We get ready to go to the King's meeting to deal with the problem of the incoming floods. We got to meet the BBEG who turns out to be Vampire lord that turned one of our players into a vampire thrall. And turned out to be another player's creator/father.
In our ongoing (Like a Dragon themed) Curse of Strahd campaign, (space for spoilers)
our party is stuck in a timeloop involving a mansion and we're trying to figure out how to break it. 5/6 of our party is tricked by a doppelganger of our NPC, Sir Godfrey to enter a weird mirror version of the mansion, which is a trap. So we have Ichiban the Paladin, Adachi the Ranger, Majima the Rogue, vampire Lozelle the Barbarian and creepy doll lady Vasilka the Celestial warlock all fighting mirror versions of themselves. However, the DM forgot about my squishy tiefling sorcerer Zhulong (an AU version of Zhao). There's another non-combatant NPC in this hallway and I have to think of a plan to try and get this doppelganger out of here so our NPC can put a mirror back on a wall so the party can escape.
Evil!Godfrey tries some mental shenanigans on Zhulong but he's snapped out of it by the NPC. Deciding that something drastic is needed, I attempt something outside of the box. Zhulong tells the NPC to hang up the mirror, taps Evil!Godfrey on the shoulder and says "Bitch, we're going for a ride! : D " and casts Dimension Door, teleporting us 300 feet in the air. While normally you'd need to be a willing participant in this, the DM decided to make a roll to see if she could beat my base spellcasting DC. The dice decided that a fun story should be told. Evil!Godfrey is surprised by what happened, tries to grab onto Zhulong in freefall, I somehow succeed a strength check and the doppelganger turns into mist.
DM: Well, I hope you have a plan as you're currently in freefall.
I had another Dimension Door left so Zhulong reappears in a cool 3 point landing against a wall and helps prop up the mirror on a wall so everyone can escape. Meanwhile, the party is going to town on themselves, trying to be strategic and they actually take out 3 of the 5 doppelgangers. Evil!Godfrey returns to try to bust open a window, Zhulong and the NPC helpfully scream bloody murder and I cast Expeditious Retreat to just run down a hall with a big ass mirror and an NPC.
With this fast thinking, the whole party escapes, pretty thrashed and we barricade ourselves in a room, knowing that Evil!Godfrey is right down the hall, trying to get to us. That's where we ended our session and it was universally agreed to be one of the great highlights of the campaign. The DM said that as a result of my shenanigans -- which she said would live rent free in her head for a long time -- she's either going to try to find a feat or make one up.
Me: Does that mean I get a portal gun? : D
DM: Absolutely not. I'll think of something.
They exterminated my rust monster colony and leveled up to 3
we took out a raid boss that was mind controlling our boss/leader/DMPC without us realizing that killing him was even possible due to...well, not really an illusion, but at the same time it kinda is?
it's complicated, and I am more than happy to give the full story if interested
Dnd 5e game
I'm playing a Cleric/Rogue who is a kobold named Nyx.
Nyx is pretty new to he religion only practicing about a year after a life as a Thief. Homebrew goddess of freedom and the wind.
The biggest interesting aspect about Nyx is the face she is over 1000 years old while still being a very young adult Kobold because while she was tending the to her temples library.....she was dragged 1000 years into the future where she has learned her goddess, Ardenti is no longer worshiped and in fact forgotten.
That's her backstory.
We recently learned don't Warlocks patron is actually the God of knowledge from Nyx pantheon who is believed dead, actually just retired as the Warlock and our Sorceress were meeting the patron to gather info about how to help the goddess of magic who is sick and it'd causing magic to behave funny.
It's here the Warlock and Sorceresss learn that nyx pantheon aren't God's, just people who git very powerful in life but they aren't the actual gods as there are several pantheons at play and only one od them is the actual gods.
We learned that the God of War, intelligence and I can't recall the third thing at the moment might know a way to help the goddess of magic.....he also might be responses for the situation Nyx is in as while he covers intelligence he focuses more of foresight so he might have dragged little nuz to the future for some strategic reason only he knows and we will need to ask about.
We also learned that 150 years after Nyx vanished the head of the pantheon, a control freak of an evil God of disasters and such and father of Nyx's goddess...tried to murder said daughter. He failed.....but after that the rest of the religion had a little purge of The Cukt of Ardenti as it was called and erased all record of the goddess which is why no one worships Ardenti because they don't know she ever existed.
That morning at breakfast Nyx is told this and she has trouble understanding because all they did was try to help people as well as the fact that while she understood everyone she knew was gone....she learned rather then being claimed by time they most likely died violently as their temples were destroyed and followers hunted down by people they trusted.
Nyx is not having a good time in the future and really hopes this is all some messed up prank and not actually happening even though she knows it's real.
Where we need to go to speak to the God of war nyx will have to hide her faith because she will be killed for it given the area is under control of the church Nyx was part of till this point which also upsets her but she will do.
We also learn that our Artficer is technically 17,000 years old because of Fey Wild shenanigans and comes from before an apocalyptic event that happened around that same time and is here to find out what it was.
So the Warlock, sorceress and artificer all want to learn about the Cataclysm and how to fix magic and nyx wants to resert her religion by doing a total break away from the church even though she knows that the church will come after her.
There was also fun RPing were we discussed dragons and dragon gods and the like but Nyx only commented a few times as that took place after she learned what happened to her religion so she was more busy having a bad time.
Session ended with is heading off and arriving at a dungeon we were hired to get through to find something in.
It was a great session woth a lot of RPing and fun, and I apologize most of this is from Nyx PoV only, it's easier for me to recall things related to her.
My last session was about a year ago. Were doing a pirates themed campaign were time distorts to different realities of were we the players currently reside. Im playing a super scary leonin barbarian lady (got real good rolls and built her to be be a litteral monster, she can out stealth our rogue of the group if she wanted too) we were exploring this cave to get our last two people into the game and the dm describes a rift opening up and three armored knights cladded in black with strange lights and symbols come out and they look like they were stabilizing this break in reality in other words *kill anything in this break in reality and that included us* i playing a meathead of a barbarian posed the idea of fighting th- "im running out of the cave" the rogue player says followes by our artificer, our paladin and cleric all agreeing in unanimously to freakin bail
Meenwhile me in character wich is still laughed and loved too at this day till we play our next session next month: w-what?! But theres three of them a..ai...er..aaaugh.. *runs wiith the party*
Combat took 3 HOURS TO DO BARELY 3 ROUNDS. And at least 3 PC's (including me) went down. and we didnt do much after that other than some dialogue.
Planned an epic boss fight at the end of a two year long campaign. The party enters the top of the dungeon right as they watch the cult leader cut out the heart of a goddess to use as the final piece of their dark ritual. They somehow get the heart out of the BBEGs hands, and I plan this will be a battle of keep away with the BBEG attacking whoever is holding it currently. Ideally, winning the fight and restoring the heart to the goddess. One of my players decides that they can't complete the ritual without the heart, so if there's no heart left.... He eats the heart.... The battle then turned into him frantically trying to run away from the BBEG while the rest of the party tried to hold him off. Several players died in the ensuing fight before finally bringing down the BBEG. The Paladin prayed to his god and sacrificed his life for a final smite after burning through all his spell slots. To finish off the boss in an epic moment of redemption for our fallen Paladin. Half the party died in the final battle. The survivors one married the leader of a distant nation, The man who ate the heart went back to his vampire masters and joined the vampires as a count of nation run by the vampire family. The last survivor decided to take control of the evil cult becoming a minor bad guy in the next campaign. Our new campaign has several children of our previous heroes fighting together to fix the horrible mess their parents left behind.
I died. Lol. My first time having my character hit those three death saving throw failures. To be fair, I didn’t roll bad. I just pissed off the boss and she attacked me until I died. Which, fair, I fully intended to accept the backlash of doing what I had to do to keep her attention on me until my party was able to focus on her. Still hurt a bit but storywise it was a good death for her. I got revivified before the end of session but even if I hadn’t I still think it was an acceptable death. It wasn’t a stupid one. It fit the story perfectly for the character I made and she was up against an enemy that she despised and desperately wanted to kill for the sake of someone she loved (the boss was an abusive mentor of her childhood friend, whom my character has silent carried a torch for since way back). Being able to taunt the boss and keep her trapped and unable to make things worse for the party, that was worth having to take those extra hits. And honestly? I raised so many of those story death flags lol. It was half deserved what with that 🤣
Anyway, but yeah, I got revived. It was a chaotic battle but so worth it and very exciting. My party didn’t even realize I had begun to cry because I muted myself initially and when I gathered myself (tears still running down my face) I was back to joking and laughing with them. I play online and with vc and maps/tokens only, no cameras. So this was easy enough. I’m glad to have done it because it kept everyone else immersed and having fun.
To be honest, I think one of the coolest parts for the party was that they knew instantly. As for why, it’s because he have a soul knife rogue and he had already set up a mental link between us all before the battle broke out. So the party was able to sense my character go “offline” and not just unconscious the moment it happened. So the party was able to rp their characters’ various reactions (mostly feral level fury). Considering my character likes to be the nice one who is always checking in and being hospitable and friendly to everyone, even gifting them little things here and there, it felt right for this moment.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m still processing my first character death but coming to the conclusion that it was amazing and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
…. I’m just also glad I don’t have to make an all new character because god knows I wasn’t sure what I was going to make after that lol! Probably talk my dm into turning that npc childhood friend into a playable character for me 😂 so she could resolve this storyline with getting her revenge for her friend’s death! Lol. God I can’t wait to rp out that scene of getting in trouble for being reckless (my character’s childhood friend knows them for their recklessness for situations like this and will likely be pissed that my character kept this habit well into adulthood, ha)
Oh right, the reason I’m not saying more is because I play Tyranny of Dragons so I’m being vague on purpose. Don’t want to give spoilers for those who haven’t yet played.
TLDR: My players started a cult worshiping a group of termites they adopted.
So my players had beaten a boss in the last session and are now on a "side quest" to escort a young wizard trader back to his home. They made a pit stop in a town they have visited many times before. And while their, they decided to check on the tavern, (the tavern keeper had left on family huisness and asked the party to check on the place when the party is in town)
The sorcerer rolls a nat 20 to perception check the tavern to make sure it's in good condition. They find a spell keeping it safe from intruders and, because he got a nat 20 I decided, "ok you notice a 132 termite infestation that has begun chewing through the wood" just somthing to add a but of, holy crabcakes you are perceptive.
Upon hearing this though, the warlock wanted to stop the termites using speak with animals and persuasion to get them to go away. I tell them it will be at disadvantage due to low termite intelligence at the same time the sorcerer jumps back in to give the help action. So it cancels out and I tell the warlock to roll regularly.... natural 20.
Me (dm): you succeed, the termites immediately understand you meaning and repair the damage they have done before scurrying off to....
Warlock: I want to put them on my armor (I had previously given the warlock some magical wooden armor to fit with the nature theme of their character)
Me: you out the termites on your armor?
Warlock: yeah, can they like, make little burrows in the armor to ride along with us?
Me: you know what, back to back nat 20s, the termites burrow into your armor, consuming the magical wood, and becoming magical termites themselves.
Few hours and a long rest later, through a series of events including our rouge/paladin multiclass playing beautifully into a nat 1, the party accidently destroys a part of house. The warlock tries to use their termites to fix the damage on the wooden house. Roll to repair the house with termites, another natural 20. I describe as the termites turn what was a decent cottage into a grand wooden castle that will stand the test of time.
The sorcerer, who is trying to calm the gaurds, notices this and in a panic to keep things calm, kinda sorta promises to do it to all of the town's houses.
Part shenanigans later and the party has found and made another magical termite colony that will reside in and gradually upgrade the town. While persuading the town council to accept and feed the termites, my players ask me if they can make a cult of the termite. One even mentions possibly using the fates card they pulled from the deck of many things previously.
With a sign is give them a chance, my d100, vs the combined sum of the parties d20s + persuasion + religion mod.
I rolled 51
The party together rolled 54.
And thus started the church of the termitoidae, and the God termite Queen mandibella
Have I got a story for you
So last session we just started a new campaign with new characters and we were all decently leveled. So we came to fight a giant monster that was attacking a town and I mean so big it would make an earthquake when it fell. And me my Angelic healer (divine soul sorcerer vigil race by pointy hat) that for backstory I have tried playing in two other campaigns which resulted in them dying the first session they were introduced. So here we are approaching this monster and we are talking about something and our DM asks us to roll acrobatics cuz the monster has charged us and I proceeded to roll a natural one and I'm trampled. Then my DM asks me to roll a D100 (ball one) for damage and my maximum health is 44 and I'm thinking I have like a 50% chance at surviving with my death saves an I roll a natural 100. This character has died three times in a row on the first session that they were introduced they are cursed
The last time ive played was last year, i made a oneshot for my friends, i made a minotaurs heard encounter the dwarf barbarian tanked most of the attacks and CRIT 3 TIMES IN A ROW the first turn he crit the 2 attacks against one the enemies, oneshoting one of them, his next turn he crit the remaining minotaur, they enjoyed and now im planing another oneshot while our campaign is in the making (srry for any poor written words englosh isnt my first language)
Nothing happened, it was cancelled like most sessions. This is the reality of DnD ;)
Okay so, we were travelling through space and came across an asteroid with a margheritaville on it. We decided to make a little pitstop on our way to the feywild and maybe have a lighthearted session. We go in, order our food and drinks, and our bard sees 3 giff playing poker. He tries to make everyone go all in, instead they all fold and he insults them. They decide to shoot him and combat ensues. My character decides to go back to our ship. As he does this, one of the Giff run out and yell "Ready the cannons!"
-----OPERATION: PROTECT THE MARGHERITAVILLE-----
One of the cannonballs hit the margheritaville before everyone got out. Ship combat ensues. Me and the main shiphand were able to get a shot off with the catapult before everyone go on. We traded blows and eventually killed them with a well placed fireball into their cannons ending with their ship disabled, and our ship at less than 1/3 health. One more shot from their heavy cannon and we would have probably died. But hey, we got a ship out of it! And I finally got my quesadillas and coconut shrimp I ordered. And one of their guns I found.
TL:DR- We found a margheritaville, our bard mouthed off to a giff warlord, they tried to blast the margheritaville, we blasted them, we got their ship.
New campaign, bunch of technical problems, werewolf ranger got crit and almost instantly died first ever combat
finally transcended into a lich (was a necro) killed some devils in the nine hells nearly got party wiped but ended up finding a very special book forgot the name of but now i am lich lol
our party cleric died last session when he fought his own shadow and I nearly died But survived because our GM Is very generous and rewards good rp So the cleric was now forced to fight his own shadow until he wins and My character being a big empath saw this as damnation for not letting him go to his own afterlife but we're in no state to fight the being that did this at all my character hates this and our party's monk the clerics best friend /maybe grandma was also not happy in character the paladin and the warlock of the party mourned with us and the rogue also mourned but for me the sorceress and the monk it was a Big hit in the heart and the feels since both of use played with the cleric far longer than with the Other 3