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“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
The good thing about the horror stories is that there's something to learn/reflect upon. If you can bring that to the show from the good stories or emphasize those aspects more (like you said being introduced to the game by being acknowledged as a watcher), I think that'd take the best aspects of both.
The best stories might be stories that start as horror stories but have a wholesome ending through properly handling the situation.
One of the most wholesome stories I heard was "The Five Fathers" story:
The gist of it is that the GM loved sadistic choices and moral ambiguity, and he presented a situation wherein the players could only get some powerful and likely plot-important items by killing a young girl. After one player asked to be shown a picture of the girl, they all squeal that she's adorable and want to take *her* with them. DM says that she is magically bound to the items and you can only take the items if you kill her. So they just decide to destroy the magical items and take her with them as she's no longer bound to them. Ever since then, the girl, who they named Sarah, has been travelling with them, and they've interspersed their adventuring with taking Sarah to school, spending time with her, and generally being good parents to her.
I love these stories.
Thank you so much for reading my story, been a fan of the channel for awhile now. Honestly loving the idea of these wholesome stories keep up the great work y’all
which one was yours?
@@Syverence pray to the dm
@@Syverence It was "Pray to the Dungeon Master"
I mean, it was a great story😂😂😂
That was an awesome story, I loved it!
In the first campaign I ever played in, the party was at a feasting hall relaxing after fighting evil cultists. My elf druid was walking around outside the hall with her bear (3.5 animal companion), and found a small pseudodragon tangled in a net. Of course, my elf freed the creature, and the dragon became bonded to my character, who named her Pele. After some time passed, a psychic link was created between Nyx (my elf) and Pele. The first word that was "spoken" by Pele to Nyx was, "Mom". Just a small wholesome moment from my very first campaign :)
Loved it. The wish for the friend to join as a god was great, and the kobold mercenary accepting the payment of a single copper piece and nothing more was beautiful.
I have two short stories from my family’s D&D campaign:
Story 1:
Our party was captured by a cult (long story). Anyway, we were escaping and there was this big wall leading to an exit. Everyone, (except the druid who had turned into a giant wolf-spider) decided we were going to climb this wall using just our pure strength. Well, the problem with this was that we were basically leading half a village out as well so they would ALL have to make and succeed strength rolls to escape. Our warlock tried (and failed) to climb the wall and we decided we had to come up with something different. It was ONLY THEN when we looked in our bags and remembered we had rope. Our DM had definitely expected us to figure that out faster lol.
Story 2:
Our party was just about to go on a quest to steal stuff from a cult and we decided to see if we could find anything in the town we could buy to help us. We went to this blacksmith guy and looked around before asking him about the sword he was working on. He said it was a sword that he was hoping would be able to channel the magic of the user through it. Me (a sorcerer) and the other magic user tried it but nothing happened (damn you low rolls). We asked how much it was and soon realized it was insanely out of our price range. It turned out that a lot of the other stuff in that shop was just too expensive so we went to the guy who was asking us to go on this quest and essentially asked him for money to be able to actually get weapons/armor from the blacksmith guy. Well, our poor DM says as the NPC, “You can pick out one thing from that shop and I will pay for it for you.” This prompted our warlock to shout “THE SWORD!!!”. Our DM realized his grave mistake and just put his head in his hands. Long story short, we got that very expensive sword for pretty much free.
I gotta say, this fits the vibe of your channel greatly, if not better than before.
Also first but it doesn’t ultimately matter lol
First story: His sword was his wife? Dear Gaia...he did the gritty Bionic Commando twist better!
Second story: The badger was named Truffles, after a type of mushroom. Of COURSE you had to make that reference! Also...whose got two thumbs and is wholesome as f(BLEEP)k? (points to Truffles) THAT GUY!
Third story: The one who watched was like "They told me I could become anything...SO I BECAME A GOD!"
Fourth story: I've got nothing. Props to that kobold.
AAAAA! I'm the DM husband from the second story, "The Trouble with Truffles" (4:41)! I can't believe our game made it into a video, this is so cool 🥺 Thank you so much for reading it and immortalizing my party and their brave badger buddy!
🦡👍
For a bit of extra wholesome:
-The barbarian my husband played, Alex the magma genasi (AKA Truffle's very best friend, think Pike and Grog from Critical Role) was also the destined (but unwilling) bringer of the apocalypse, fighting so hard to shake his fate. Truffles became the doomsday button because "if anything happens to him I will destroy the entire world and then myself." I never DID make him destroy it all, but it made me smile that he'd become that beloved 😊
-Before the ancient dragon, the party's wizard (who had started out jokingly ambivalent about Truffles to the point he would regularly forget his name or where he was as a bit) hand-crafted him a pair of clay thumbs to wear on his paws until he got real ones 😢
-Truffles' spiritual weapon construct was a giant glowing golden thumbs down, which he'd use to aggresively pummel evildoers who attacked his friends. He also used his thumbs for every single spell 👎
Thank you so much for sharing this one. I wish you, your husband and friends many more wonderful dnd stories! 👍👍
“I rolled a 20 on tickling, and then they died.”
It was a one shot, because two of our party members were busy. But a couple people came in to replace them.
I was playing my normal rouge character from the campaign, since the campaign just started so I was low level.
We were in the top of a tall old castle, in a small cell with a door and a small window. The castle had been taken over by orcs, and the door was guarded.
We tried a couple things, but we couldn’t find a way out. So I asked the DM if I could see under the door, he said I could see the orcs feet. Without skipping a beat I said “can I tickle them?” The DM looked confused but said yes.
I rolled my one and only, nat 20. The orc laughed so hard, he fell down the stairs of the castle and died.
Oh and one of our party members slipped when trying to move a bed and fell through the floor, that’s how we escaped. 💀
This comes from my first ever D&D campaign. I was playing a wood elf ranger, and my friend (it was also his first campaign) was playing a mountain dwarf barbarian. Right from the get-go, we had a Legolas and Gimley dynamic with both of our characters constantly getting on each other's nerves, but in reality, we would do just about anything for each other as friends. We had a little bit of time to stock up on supplies before heading into the final battle with the BBEG, and I had a few gold pieces to spare. I took it upon myself to do a little bit of role-playing and purchased a bar of soap, which I then presented to the barbarian as a gift. My irl friend got pretty annoyed at this and, in a moment of annoyance, said, "Oh yeah, well I eat it!" To which our DM pipes up, "Roll a con save." He does and fails it, spectacularly. The DM then describes how, in a moment of confusion, the barbarian swallows the entire bar all at once and then immediately tosses his morning rations. The Dwarven term of "Elf cooking" has lived on in my friend group ever since.
My ranger didn’t end up as serious as I wanted him to be, which may be connected to my first action, which was an attempt at shooting an arrow into the sky and catching it, forgetting we were inside
Thank you so much for reading my comment! It made me smile knowing that my character’s tender moment with his wife would touch your hearts. Love your content and keep up the good work!
(Their names are Kifo and Venatrix by the way, they say hi! :3)
This was beautiful!
There’s several horror stories channels out there, I really enjoyed the wholesome stories. Keep them coming!
In the spirit of wholesome stories, I’m much further along the parenting journey having just sent my youngest to college. You three have so many amazing adventures in store! Taking my kids to the zoo, hearing their first homemade joke, picking out cats together, developing our own family slang, you have all this and infinitely more in your future. Have fun!
So our group has been running into a bard. He's been giving us weirdly cryptic hints, most commonly "you cannot defeat one evil while serving another". Well my wizard character, after the bard announced he was officially a firebrand, on step on my character's plan to glory, finally confronted the bard. He asked why the bard cared so much and the bard gave me an accordingly cryptic answer.
Well I have an idea and I ask if the bard has a rapier or a tankard. The DM is confused and says "no, obviously not".
I basically go, "well there goes that idea." The group is really confused and I say that I thought that the bard was Cayden Cailean. The DM is actually shocked
"Why on earth would this guy be Cayden? He's a god."
"Well," I reply, "we've only encountered him in taverns, and he gave us some cryptic hints, indicating some kind of divine being. Cayden is also associated with the Firebrands so all in all it makes sense."
"Yeah, but why would the character think that?"
"Oh, because my wizard really thinks the world revolves around him."
Well, apparently this got out in character and the Ranger relentlessly mocked mine by walking into the room we shared with a rapier and a tankard yelling "Look at me! I'm a god!"
Much groaning and laughing ensued. Final joke was brought up by my friend, who pointed out that Cayden wouldn't be offended by this cause he's chill like that.
These stories remind me of a moment early on in the game I'm running. It was my first time DM'ing, running a small, pre-written adventure. The party had just gotten to level 3, and were on their way back from a successful - if suspenseful - mission in the frozen north of the world. They had to trek through frozen, snowy tundra for days, but managed. And on the last night before making it back to the nearest settlement, the group dug out a small space in the snow, made a makeshift campfire, and passed around an alchemy jug-full of booze. It was nothing insane, just the characters unwinding after some intense (for their level) adventuring. And it's to this day one of my favorite moments in playing TTRPG's.
that "pay me" story was nice.
i might consider using that for my next Rogue
Thanks so much for including my Kobold story! For those interested, his name was Pidge and he went on to become a renowned dragon slayer.
I already read it in the comments where we submitted our story's so glad it gor picked really liked that one 🎉
A bit of a long one, but one of my personal favorite DnD moments from a couple years ago.
In our group, we were all level 4 and had myself as a human monk, a half-elf ranger, a dragonborn bard, and our lovely DM. For context, our ranger's body had been stolen from him by an NPC (long story), while a shadow version (and actual version) of ranger was trapped within a manor. So, our monk and bard had to try and stop the body from getting away so we could fix the situation. Our ranger did have the Jump spell, so it looked like NPC version of ranger would get away. Thankfully, my character was able to keep up with Step of the Wind and other monk stuff. Then bard had a great idea, she would cast sleep so we could safely apprehend the body! And I'm just like "yeah sounds great!"
So bard casts the spell at a higher level, rolls the dice to see how much hit points this will cover, rolls for 31 HP where the ranger's is at 34. Bit of a bummer, but we still had my monk chasing him and getting close, right? As mentioned before, our ranger friend is a half-elf, who, you know, can't be put to sleep through magical means.
DM: "Well unfortunately the spell doesn't work on ranger, but not because of the HP. He's a half-elf, so the spell bounces right off of him. Hey monk, what's your HP at?"
Me: ".... 31 exactly."
So my monk is speeding though on the ground while the ranger's body is jumping through the trees. She's about to jump up after him, but instead falls flat on her face, fast asleep. Because my human monk was the next closest target that could get hit by the spell, down she went.
And for me, the worst part of this is that we had ABSOLUTELY no excuse for forgetting this game mechanic. We literally had an arc, earlier in the same campaign, where a village of elves were being put to sleep though magical means. And our DM was Very Clear that this was not normal, so our group was hired to solve that problem. So we were all very well aware of this game mechanic, me and bard just forgot.
I have a wholesome story as well! It happen a while back, so my memory on it is a bit fuzzy, but I can remember the basic details pretty well. Me and my friends were in late elementary/early middle school (except for one parent who was the DM), and we were all playing a D&D campaign together. One day, our DM asked if anyone else wanted to try running a small oneshot, and I volunteered. It was my first ever time DMing and I decided to run a home-brew oneshot where the party had to fight their way through a hedge maze to retrieve a magic item at the center. The party had just entered the maze, when they came across a random wooden chest sitting at the end of a dead end. As none of them had ever encountered mimics before, they walked up and obliviously opened the chest. It turned out, that the chest was in fact a mimic, and naturally combat ensued. After defeating the mimic, the party continued exploring the maze. Eventually they come to another dead end, and there is another wooden chest waiting for them. As soon as I describe the chest, the entire party erupts into chaos and begins yelling to attack it. I allowed the fighter to roll an attack roll, witch hit. I then described how the fighter swung his massive warhammer , bringing it crashing down upon… a perfectly ordinary wooden chest. I apparently had put the fear of mimics too strongly into my characters, and they now viewed every single harmless object as a mimic ready to eat them. Most of my fired from that group and I have gone out separate ways now, but I still to this day remember that poor wooden chest. :)
I love the more wholesome stories. It reminds me of my first ever D&D char. When I first started playing D&D it was in the AD&D. I was a basic as hell human fighter. His name was Samual. He was not the brightest, but strong as hell( those who played AD&D his str was 18(28)..) at level 1. He also wasn't the most observant. His first combat encounter happened when he accidentally "walked" into a battlefield between 2 warring nations of which he was unaffiliated to either side(like I said not very observant). He looks around just in time to see an old man on a horse being charged at by a pikeman. Not knowing what's going on(and somehow not being attacked by either side yet) goes "Leave the old guy alone wierdo!" And THROWS his battleaxe at the pikeman. Rolls..... nat 20. First attack... the battleaxe was given to him by his parents and an adventuring gift and was his only weapon. It instantly kills the pikeman and I discover I accidentally saved the High King of the relm..... at level 1! And that was the start of my first character's adventure in a realm that I barely had any idea on how to play. I have more stupid stories like this with him, but this is still my favorite.
Started playing the module "Lost Mine of Phandelver." We ran into a goblin ambush. We captured two after finishing off the others and interrogated them for more info, as you do. One refused to be intimidated and died on account of that but the other was much more afraid and cooperative when threatened with death, then promised he'd be let go if he helped. At one point the Bard started begging that we keep him with us and someone gave him chocolate to calm him down after being traumatized by the threats. The chocolate got him kind of interested in sticking with us but the Paladin and Bard went back and forth mostly before the paladin gave in. The bard named the Goblin Gilbert and "Gilbert the Goblin" was so happy he was 100% one of us, repeatedly saying "I'm Gilbert the Goblin!"
What does the bard do as soon as she's supposed to be responsible for Gilbert?
Someone goes, "Alright Gilbert, stick with Blaire" (the bard) He asks, "Who's Blaire?" and she immediately pointed to someone else and goes "That's Blaire!" The next person looks at my guy who through this whole interrogation and begging to keep Gilbert has said *nothing*. She points at him and goes, "He's Blaire!"
My boy, a tiefling named Navine, although not really wanting anything to do with this, is surprisingly the only responsible person. Just the night before he had to convince the others not to trespass in the middle of the night to check the cargo that they were oddly suspicious of. Sighting that they could just as easily check it in the morning when it was turned over to them to transport.
Did I mention he's a rogue and a thief?
But yes, he looks down at the extremely confused Gilbert and decides someone has to be the adult and just take care of him so he replies, "Yes! I am Blaire! Blaire the Navine!" Gilbert replies, "Hi Blaire the Navine! I am Gilbert the Goblin!"
The two have been inseparable since. Where Navine goes, Gilbert goes, what Navine does, Gilbert mimics.
And in time the name mix up was explained to Gilbert so he could address everyone properly.
Me who made breakfast. Looking at my toast being beckoned to throw my toast .🫱〰️〰️🍞.
Not a funny story but a good one.
My sister was a part of a PF group with me and my friends. It was going well, but my sister was having a hard time. In this group, you have to be loud to be heard. We have a good balance but my sister is way more timid and was never heard. She was getting progressively more frustrated by this, and vented to me after a long session where she was completely ignored. It almost became one of those RPG horror stories but we talked it out, cooled off, then she sat down with the DM and talked it out. At the end, she left the group but on really good terms. The group started up another campaign and she's fitting in really well with the DM.
I’m overwhelmed and honored, thank you for reading about our adventure! 🤗😭🥹
Thank you both so much for all you do, it’s seriously amazing! Love you guys!
Which story was that?
The Trouble with Truffles!
@@jameskunz6590 Aww!!! Thumbs up for Truffles 👍👍. It was adorable and I loved it.
10:45
If I was the DM for that group, I would make that copper piece necklace appear as an Uncommon magic item in a future game, and telling an in-game version of that story if somebody ever used Legend Lore on the necklace.
I love this dynamic duo, so here's a story:
A while back in a still-running campaign, my DM gave my friend and I a little quest to do for a session (the rest of the group couldn't make it). Well, we did the quest, killed some bandits, and were heading to an inn when our DM suddenly told us to roll investigation. We roll (poorly) and are attacked by a gray ooze. Now, there's a little rule in the DM's world that certain creatures interact with dyes by becoming the color of the die. The other party member was proficient in animal handling. My party still travels with our little orange ooze to this very day.
Edit: We use the Sidekick rule, our orange ooze has eldritch blast.
In my campaign, my character (a somewhat moody teenage sword bard) has a rivalry with the party monk that honestly feels like a sort of sibling drama. At one point, some assassins were hired to attack her character. After the fight, we asked her what she knew about it. She said she didn't want to discuss it around my character, so I had him storm off, cast invisibility on himself and come back. I rolled really well on stealth, so I got to listen to the group talking, and eventually they asked why the monk didn't want me to listen. She at first says "because he's an idiot" but as she clarified it becomes clear that her monk sees my bard as a little brother of sorts. She concluded by saying she knew my bard was a good person at heart and was capable of doing great things. That was a turning point for my character arc, because eavesdropping on that conversation was very moving, and encouraged my bard to grow up a little.
I just LOVE these fun stories!! *thumbs up!* 👍👍👍
Over the summer, my first ever campaign ended. We built a world and fell in love with it, and we're currently gearing up for an in-world sequel with different characters set 200 years later. After we defeated the biggest of bads and made sure my character's hometown was free and her father was safe, we all decided to plan an epilogue. Just a way to get to share our plans for our characters after the party kind of naturally dissolved. My character (Gnome of about 25, still a baby but growing into herself) wanted to settle down some and take over her father's jewelry shop. The last arc took us very far away for a very long time. Another character, V, didn't really see stopping questing as an option. But him and my character sort of platonically fell in love and so the compromise was he would cosign on a house where he would be welcome to come and visit and rest and heal between missions. I (Home Gnome) would tend to his things, brew him tea, listen to his stories, and do some gardening. We decided to make the epilogue setting a surprise birthday party for him, where I just so happened to pen invites to party members and basically every major non-enemy figure from the campaign's history to our house. We talked and laughed and had lots of "Oh, you have your own ship now? That's so cool!" moments. And tbh I am very happy with the last bits of dialogue between Home Gnome and V that me and the relevant other player got to share. I am so proud of my friends for coming together to do this. I love them so much.
Last year in a dnd game, my group was in the North Pole and had to get the naughty list from Santa because the thief’s guild had a curse that made anything they touched turn to coal and at the end we where meant to get the same curse but because we didn’t actually kill anyone during the mission we didn’t get on the naughty list and with the help of the elf’s at the North Pole we remade the naughty list and so we didn’t ruin Christmas
Just two silly ones, not too big of a deal
1: these two stories are my very first time playing D&D, both in my first session. We were traveling through these snowy mountains to get to a Tabaxi Village that we were needed to help by these two little kittens from there. The blizzard had calmed down, and there was about 1-2 meters of snow. Me, a Tabaxi Bard, Vil, a human rogue, and Sharp Quill, another Tabaxi Ranger were all light enough to run across the top of the snow, whereas our two Barbarians had to stay behind; so long as we rolled high enough. My friends, Vil and Quill both rolled high enough and were racing each other across the snow whereas I fell face-first into it and had to trudge my way along until eventually the Barbarian got tired and plowed out a path. Nothing too major, but overall a funny reoccurring memory of my very first D&D session I’ve ever had.
2: same campaign, same mission, but not as far up the mountain. We weren’t to the point where it was snowing, so it was still bright and sunny and full of vegetation. Vil, the human rogue, happened to be a skilled chef and decided to cook a meal for us. Keep in mind, he had a ghost hand instead of a real one that had a mind entirely of its own. So while he wasn’t paying attention, the ghost hand threw sticks and twigs and leaves and tree sap into the stew unknowingly. In short, it tasted absolutely horrible and we most likely got food pointing afterwards.
The time the entire house was a mimic:
In my current campaign, the characters are myself as a high elf Illusionist wizard, a dragonborn vengeance paladin, a tabaxi sorceress, a kobold ranged fighter, a dragonborn totem barbarian, a humam swashbuckler rogue, and a human bard when everyone is there (which let's be honest, having everyone is rare for dnd). The party had just come back from a long quest in the far north of this homebrewed world and reported back to Earl Vladimir, head of the main city. Earl Vladimir informed us that he recieved an invitation to a party from an ancestor of his, and he wanted us to investigate. At this point, the party was already aware that Vladimir comes from a blood line that includes Vampires. So the party went to the party in the place of the Earl, all of us in pre-planned disgises to help us blend in. The party make it in the door fine after the Rogue somehow rolls to convince the guard he's the Earl and succeeds. There's some rp and fun, but eventually we regroup and the bard uses a spell that tells them which direction the thing they seek is, and we decided the bard should seek the private quarters of Vladimir's ancestor, since that's who we were sent to investigate. The path lead us to a kitchen where demons were cooking and a furious head chef demon was yelling about lamb sauce. Taking charge, I decide as an illusionist, Im going to disguise myself as a chef and simply walk through the kitchen to the other side. My disguise was perfect! My stealth was not. Before I could say "prestidigitation," I found myself being shouted about why I had abandoned my station and being yelled at to get back to the lamb sauce. This provided enough of a distraction, however that the rest of the party slipped by undetected. So now my little high elf wizard has to make lamb sauce. Dm says roll survival, and I get a nat 17. I present the lamb sauce to the head demon chef, and he yells "Good enough! Now get it out to the customers!" So out the door comes running my little elf, carrying this lamb sauce. I catch up to the party as they have come upon a ravine with a greenish color river in it. The paladin sees I have this stew in my hands and immediately decides to taste it. Dm says roll constitution. Paladin nat 1s and proceeds to projectile vomit all over my wizard. Turns out lamb sauce fit for a demon is not fit for normal adventurers. My reaction is to spin the paladin around to face this river so he doesn't toss his cookies on my again. He fails another con save and hurls again, straight into the river. The dm rolls for something we dont know of yet, and says the entire house shudders, and acid erupts from the river and down the path you were moving to, and we all had to make saves against the acid rain. Turns out, the river was stomache acid of a mimic we were inside, and the mimic also rolled a nat 1 on its con save, spewing acid and killing everyone the dm had planned for us to encounter ahead of us. And that is how I committed my 2nd accidental mass genocide in this campaign.
Not much of a story, but we failed to stop an apocalyptic event, so my character (who was like the father figure of the party) sacrificed himself so that the rest of the party could escape. We time skip a few years later (I’m playing a new character obviously) and are doing the individual intros to see what each character did in the time skip. My brother’s character had gotten married, settled down, and had a kid. TURNS OUT HE NAMED HIS KID AFTER MY OLD CHARACTER WHO HAD SACRIFICED HIMSELF. I think I almost cried at the table.
"Turn Them Pale"
I was playing on a Online campaigns as a Mandrake Necromancer that looked like pinocchio and has a ancient entity inside him (like a locked soul) that provides his necromancers powers, one day me and the party (with was mean to my character because of the fact of he having a evil entity inside him) got a mission to explore a desert and getter some magic neckless that are locked into some constructions in the desert
After some time and fights we got all of them except for one, and got lore information about the guy inside my character, and when we arrived on the last construction, we got ambushed by a Boss fight, my necromancer goes first, so with a pissed of energy he casted Tramaturgy on himself to made a enormous illusion of the real appearance of the guy inside him, and after a full ass speech about how this was his desert and that he wanted the neckless willingly delivered one of the party members (a Changeling) supported him on the speech reaffirming what he asked for like "yeah! You heard him!" And like that all of the enemies (even the boss) got scared and hand-over the neckless, easy like that.
Concerning the question about more wholesome TTRPG stories:
**insert Kylo Ren screaming **_MORE_** meme**
Pray to the DM is a great rule, I might use it in my games
That story that got a friend join in and got him to enjoy DnD is super wholesome
This is, in part, a horror story and, in part, a wholesome story. The party was traveling through the Labrynth of Greece mythology, getting ready to take on the Minotaur. Before we got to face the Minotaur, we faced off against a "sister" to Medusa. We all had to fight the creature essentially blind so we wouldn't be turned to stone. So, every attack throw was made at a disadvantage. The worst part about us rolling at a disadvantage was the fact that most to all of our first rolls came out as nat 20s.
We had just finished a dungeon where I discovered that my evil dad was not really my father, I was a science experiment who was raised in an orphanage and mind wiped. I tracked down the orphanage and had a heart to heart with my foster mother and as I left I gifted her 500 platinum to help run the orphanage.
To quote an old famous meme "Why not both?"
Our group had a campaign that took place over several years, going between three DMs(by consent, usually due to burn out and people wanting to play instead of run) and several players joining and leaving over time. It was an epic tale of fights against evil cults, evil gods, mind flayers, demons, devils, entities beyond conventional knowledge, romances between player characters, romances with NPCs, "romance" with a frost giantess who could transform into a very large wolf if angered, death, betrayal, resurrection, and some of the best nat 20s and nat 1s players could ask for. Over the course of the game, one of our players unfortunately passed away. Our DM at the time thought the easiest way to deal with it was to have her be kidnapped and we would have to save her. But eventually, it became far more than that and her character became essential to the campaign's main story. The last session, which took place on the same date that we began, saw an epic final battle against beings who were as close to godhood as could be and ended with her character, a bard who had brought love to our party, ascending to become the new Goddess of Song and Love. While not every detail of the campaign has stayed with me, that will never leave because it was the greatest tribute we could have to our friend.
Was in a campaign playing a paladin and we had a rogue that was the most disruptive player I've ever been in a campaign with. She would steal from important NPCs, hide and not do anything while the rest of us fought, say she was blending into the background when we needed her help and get us in general trouble without doing anything to help anyone else in the party. It got to the point where our cleric said he wasn't going to heal her until she did something useful. We would be in caves and she would say she was a stalagmite or whatever. We had some friends invite us to another campaign after that one fizzled out and they specifically told us not to invite the rogue that was disruptive and not a team player. It ended up being our favorite campaign ever.
I have one wholesome story that I love telling.
Basically, my DM was starting a campaign, we started at level 8. He gave each of us a one-shot session zero for each character's backstory to set up what and where they had come from before arriving in this desert town where we were to start our adventure. The main character of each one-shot would be one of the PCs, and the rest of the party would make one-off characters to assist them. There's only one I think really counts as wholesome, and that was of our human hexblade warlock named Reoqyl (("Ray-Quill" or just "Quill" for short). The player wanted to be as close to a Jedi as possible, and in 5e, the DM determined t hat this would be the best class for it.
The story begins with her and the rest of the party, a human barbarian, a genasi monk (way of the four elements), and my character, a dragonborn monk (way of Shadow), waking up in some empty void, not knowing who we were or why we were there, just a vague understanding that we were in some kind of test. A painting appeared before us depicting a seaside town, and we walked through it, and discovered an obstacle course. Once we began the obstacle course, an eastern-style dragon began eating the course behind us so we had a time limit to get to the other side. We got there with some damage, and then the genasi monk realized who he was; he was the one who found Reoqyl at the doorstep of his monastery and took her in, and was a father figure to her growing up.
After some RP of the reunion between them, another painting appeared, this time of a coliseum type place, and when we entered, we had to fight a giant sumo-wrestling frog-man. The fight was really silly because my character kept getting caught by his tongue, but once we reduced him to a HP threshold, he surrendered, and then Reoqyl remembered that the frog-man was her sparring partner, and we joked that she took the spell "Tongues" just to be able to speak to him, since he only spoke his own language. Then the barbarian turned out to be Reoqyl's fighting teacher, and a sort of grandfather figure to her.
After healing up, a final painting appeared in the Japanese Ink Wash style, and when we entered it, a cloaked version of my character summoned an army of ninjas that we had to fight. The barbarian took out his drum and fought by banging their heads against the drum to the tune of the Mortal Kombat theme, and it was a very entertaining fight since the DM put the music on during it. Then, after that fight was over, I realized who my character was; I was Reoqyl's competitor, as at the end of training, she and I had to fight each other to determine who would get the honor of studying under the Great Dragon, and my character lost. I played it as my character saying "If I was meant to study under the Great Dragon, I would have won, but I didn't, and I'm at peace with that."
Then we all realized what really happened: Studying under the Great Dragon unlocked powers within Reoqyl so great that she extended her life to hundreds of years. And the rest of us had died a long time ago. The rest of us were spirits from beyond, and the Great Dragon had sent her on a spiritual quest to come to terms with and move past her grief so she could embrace her full potential. We all said our last tearful goodbyes, and this proved the only D&D session that moved me close to tears, because it was so well-done. As the rest of our characters faded away, wishing her well, she awoke, and reported to the Great Dragon that she had overcome her grief. The dragon was pleased, gave her a boon, and sent her to the desert city where the adventure would start.
Honestly the most heartfelt session of D&D I've ever played, and a session I'll never forget.
I love wholesome moments in DnD because even the heavy campaigns can have these great moments. I was in this one campaign that unfortunately didn't last very long but I was a centaur barbarian and another player was an old blind elven cleric and one of the ongoing gags was that I was his "seeing eye horse" because he didn't like anyone else and needed a guide so he would either hold onto my tail so he wouldn't get lost or on occasion he would ride on my back for short distances. Nothing more funny than a blind man wildly swinging a mace and a centaur having normal horse reactions like kicking when spooked
One of my favorite moments from any TTRPG group I've been a part of was in a game that is now sadly on indefinite hiatus. Without knowing it beforehand a fellow player and I both had the idea to make characters who were not what they seemed. My character Hideaki was a Kitsune Investigator disguising themself as an elf. My friend was playing an android bard disguised as a human. The pair initially bonded after my character offered to carry the other through a river so he could avoid getting wet. I forget exactly how now since it's been quite some time but somehow my character wound up sensing that something wasn't quite what it seemed about the bard. On the walk back to town, after some combat and another trek through the river with the bard in their arms, my character pulled my friend's character aside and asked to speak more privately once back in town. Since the game was over discord we had an in character text based RP conversation between sessions in a private channel that only the DM and the two of us could see in which they had a touching and heartfelt moment of sharing their secrets with one another. Hideaki revealed his true form and my friend's character took a hidden panel off of his arm to show his inner workings. In the few games that happened since then those two have had each other's backs even more and I hope some day we'll be able to continue that story.
This is great, and I have one for you. I call this story, "How my son saved my BBEG."
So my son is six, and my partner and I have taught him numbers and basic math with a D20. I've been dming for them for almost two years now, my son's character is a dwarf barbarian named Bam Bam, and my partner's is a homebrewed witch class triton named Maenad, (or just Mae)
They had just defeated their first BBEG boss on the campaign, and we're traveling, at which point I wanted to scare them with creature from 3.5 called a Mohrg. They are evil intelligent undead with a nasty long tongue with an ability to keep class levels of rogue or it's variants. I took a long time developing this creature, fast, strong, basically invisible, and deeply disturbing.
The group is being chased by a horde of zombies, when suddenly their carriage is jolted by Lyre, the Shadowblade. Bam Bam leaps on top of the carriage and confronts Lyre, and I described a skeletal figure with gaunt yet graceful features, long matted hair, with a long purple tongue flicking the air around her.
Bam Bam says, "Are you ok lady?"
I was a bit shocked. Bam bam is six, and known for rash, sometimes violent behavior, but still has a great heart.
I explain that she's obviously looking for a fight, and he asks why she is so angry.
I say that she's obviously in pain, her body deteriorating has to be awful, and however she got here she probably has a lot of hate and loss built up over time.
Bam Bam promptly says "I love you, it's going to be ok." And he tries to put his hand on hers. I ask him to roll diplomacy (3.5 persuasion) and he rolls a natural 20.
I say she stops, and stares at him, completely bewildered, that something in his words has stopped her cold.
He says he takes her hand, and says, "Lady, will you marry me?"
I am fully floored at this, not knowing where this was going, but I did what any good dm does, I asked him to roll for it, and if he got a 20 again something amazing would happen.
Mae, busy shooting lightning bolts at turbo boosted zombies, and I just fully drop our jaws to the ground when he rolled his second sequential nat 20 of the night.
Up until that point, I was thinking, "Ok, I'll have to rewrite this character to have a good side and maybe a way to influence her into helping the party against a bigger BBEG.
My son rolled two nat 20s in a row and got married to my undead nightmare of a BBEG.
The next session I completely scrapped everything and turned entirely into a feel good party session where Lyre opened her heart to Bam Bam, and when they said their vows and kissed in the druids grove they made their makeshift ceremony in, Chauntia herself blessed their union and restored Lyre's life. Maenad got a little tipsy and brought a bunch of the mushrooms and flowers to life too.
I still tear up a bit when I think about it. I don't know if we'll ever get a better moment than that one.
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Last story was absolutely my favorite
I just started a new campaign, with a group who had never played together before. We are all nursing students and had discovered that we all play dnd, but we never played together before. So, the four of us and another classmate who has been meaning to get into dnd all agreed on a campaign together.
I thought it was going to go horribly. We had no idea what each other’s playstyles were, and the week we wanted to start was the week our DM was away, so he was joining over Skype. The start of it felt very stiff, and it took a bit for everyone to get more comfortable.
When we did tho, it turned out being such a great first session! My absolute favorite parts were helping out the new player. The DM would ask her what she wants to do, and the first few times she would respond “what are my options do I have something to choose from?” We would give her one or two examples of something she could do but always reminded her that 1) there is no limit to your options and 2) there is no “right” or “wrong” answer.
Seeing her gradually realize that she could truly do whatever she felt like (within reason of course) was amazing to see. It really reminded me of why I love ttrpgs in the first place. Over the course of the first session, she befriended a pack of wolves and seduced then killed a goblin to evade capture.
Unrelated, but my really laid back metal head classmate decided to play a halfling Druid who dances and skips around the entire time. My party is aiming to either get another player to join as a bard, or have one of us multi class into bard, so his character can have some music to dance to
I think this is exactly what the community needs. A reminder that this thing we love is actually awesome
Finding horror stories are a dime a dozen reasons for new players to join not as popular
My first ever TTRPG was a Pathfinder game where I played a Ratfolk bard, basically a short, fat, and lazy version of master Splinter with a banjo. Being my first character I hadn't made a background for him. My GM needed me to make a backstory for him so I wrote a bit about his parents being travelling merchants and him growng up in a trailer park of Ratfolk.
One of our story arcs ended in everyone of us getting a home rewarded; well he immediately wrote his folks to retire in his town. They arrived at the end of the next story arc, and this coincided with the city getting a sewer system; so now he wrote his family and friends to come live there. (*whispers* "It's free real-estate")
Then we neared the end of the campaign and the entire city was in danger. Unfortunately, around this time the pandemic arrived and two players dropped because they didn't like playing online. After a while we figured the game was lost.
What was left of the group joined another campaign the GM was running. After about a year we decided: "You know what? Lets finish the story!" The GM condensed the last of the story into a one-shot, and we got to finish the campaign with the new group. Afterwards, we all went out for sushi and remembered all the great highlights of the campaign.
My Ratfolk bard retired and got to live like an underground mayor to the community of sewer rats he created.
I posted this one in the OSQ server already but I have a tale from my last session about a green dragon fight. Kinda wholesome, but really cool. Here goes:
Main focus characters are wood elf hunter ranger, Goliath bard and dragonborn wizard DMPC.
The fight begins when party enters the dragon and rogue fails the stealth check. The party goes onto the tower and fight ensues. The party goes on and manage to get the dragon to half HP with some help of the goblin NPC who struck an arrow through its wing. Then the dragon takes off and flies towards a Hunter ranger who was sent to help the fight. Ranger hides and the dragon flies towards him more. The insight check tells that the ranger will be next prey. The party from a tower runs towards the dragon. The fight continues in the ground of the village. Bard's spells don't hit. The situation is dire. Then the dragon downs barn owl familiar of a wizard and kills goblin NPC. Downs ranger, whose determination from seeing his older relatives die in Dragon War keeps him alive. The ranger takes druid to help them and the only thing he does is cast Barkskin and produce flames. Suddenly, the situation starts to change in party's favor. The bard manages to get hideous laughter on dragon with his last available spell slot. The ranger got the final blow with striking the arrow in the left eye (this is kinda important)
Now, what happens next is the coolest bit I've ever done in a campaign. The dragon smirks at ranger, with vicious smile. Then a green energy emits with smoke and explosion from his dying body. The ranger's left eye begins to ache in pain and turn to dragon eye. The pain is shifting towards the mouth and tongue. He starts to speak in weird language he didn't know before. The ranger whispers in pain.
At the same time the bard's cheeks start to hurt and turn green. He tried to massage his cheeks and speaks same language as ranger. The dragonborn wizard talks in his native tongue and Bard is surprised wizard's speech impediment is gone.
They all meet with ranger, because his whisper was heard up to 300 feet away. When the party begins to eat a dinner at the long rest in druid's hut, the wizard is gone for around an hour. The bard tries to look for him and rolls a 1. The ranger rolls dirty 20. The sudden green energy surge is seen outside the window. The ranger hears a small dragon sounds outside right at the moment of the magic explosion ending. They both run outside and see wizard looking at pseudodragon, calling him by owl familiar's name. The pseudodragon shows ranger and bard a vision explaining how the green energy turned the barn owl familiar into pseudodragon form.
And that's how everyone got their draconic gift (Tongue of Dragon and Draconic Familiar). Ranger also got his new nickname, Dragon Bullseye.
And wizard's familiar, Barney, got his new skin
I remember a case of something similar to one of these stories happening in one game being played by a group of friends of mine. Now I wasn't very interested in joining the game directly, but I would sometimes tag along to hang out and to see how the game was progressing. In order to make things a little more interactive and give an in character reason for my presence, we determined that I was Bill the Commoner: a completely ordinary farmer who had become a major fan of the famous adventuring party. He would spend his time simply following the group around as best he could in order to marvel at their various exploits. Eventually, the end of the campaign arrived: a massive natural disaster which pit the party against a good number of powerful monsters including a Tarrasque. Since things were going so wild, the DM decided that I should pitch in and revealed that Bill was in fact a powerful deity who had been keeping an eye on the party. So, I joined in with the rest of the party smiting enemies left and right, ultimately allowing the party to triumph. Thus too a little tradition of mine was born: putting Bill into games in various forms, but always as someone powerful, if not necessarily divine, who pretended to be much more ordinary until his power was needed.
We definitely need more of the nice things, to both show that D&D is full of not just horrible people, but also awesome people doing great things, and to just... Have something to energize ourselves sometimes, you know? Things shouldn't be all doom and cringe.
11:36 YES 🙌 I was so happy when I dare they were all wholesome. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the horror stories have good morals, but maybe, like, one horror story session a month, and the other three weeks (or however often you upload them, I thought they were weekly) are all wholesome
Here’s a wholesome story…your channel introduced D&D culture to my kids and we love watching your content together. You’re one of the only CZcams creators I can watch with my kids since you’re not swearing up a storm or always going for the below the belt humor. For that, I appreciate you, and thank you for the moments you give me and my kids.
Here is a fun story:
So I dm for my group but one day we decided to do a side campaign. Somebody else wanted to dm so I said I was going to be a joke character since it was just a one shot and I have dealt with plenty of their shenanigans. I named him Carlos Magno, and because I am the only person in my group who speaks Spanish, when I talked in character, I talked in Spanish. I also had a war pig named Juan Fernando Julicio Picco Silveira de Carlos. I remember having to pull him up a watchtower in order to save one of the other players who was down. I stabilized while he fought. Juan Fernando Julicio Picco Silveira de Carlos absolutely destroyed the enemy. Also another player spent the entire session trying to burn down a stone wall.
I really liked the wholesome stories. It's good to focus on the positives every now and then. It's so easy to get caught up in the negatives
I got a good one for you it’s called
Dave the God of war
I was the DM for a group. The party wasn’t supposed to encounter the BBEG yet. But they correctly guessed what village he planned to attack and ambushed him. Despite their low level they were rolling 16+ only. And so they managed to slay almost all the soldiers still at the camp (btw they let the rest of his army attack and destroy the whole village) they continued to attack the BBEG and I being a newer DM at the time panicked that my cool BBEG was going to die session like 2 so I had him run away. The party tried to chase him down but the last guard jumped in front of them shouting
“I am Dave my life lies in the safety of my lord”
At this point the barbarian being a barbarian swung his axe at Dave but rolled a nat 1 (in this group the rule is that a nat 1 causes a parry and a automatic hit in retaliation) so Dave hit the barbarian back. The rest of the party (5 people) jumped in all swinging at Dave they made 22 attack attempts at Dave for a total of 13 nat 1s, 7 under 5, and two nines. Dave was one of the weaker guards. His ac was 10. They couldn’t hit him of his 5 foes. 2 ran at 1 health, One was knocked out, and the other two fled as the army got back from invading the village. We finished the campaign with no other Dave sightings.
But then my friend had his DM session. It started with the party on death row but then offered a deal to fight for the god of war and guess who it was, that’s right it was DAVE. The lore was that after nearly singlehandly defeating the party he became the number 3 guy. Near the end of my campaign the BBEG and his number 2 both were killed by the party. Dave then was pissed at the current god of war for apparently “rigging the fight” and so he went and killed the god of war in a fistfight to the death. He then tracked down and killed the whole previous party, now living their lives peacefully. Until he came across the barbarian who first attacked him 50 years later. The barbarian had created a farm and was a pseudo dragon breeder. The barbarian wasn’t afraid of Dave or death and talked to him. He showed him right and wrong and Dave left for recollection before returning to do good. Now Dave is permanently the god of war in all games played in that group.
Thumbs up for Truffles 👍
Thank you for doing some wholesome stories! That gets people even more interested in D&D and other TTRPGs.
The following story isn't entirely wholesome, but it was a triumph for one of my characters who normally has, um, terrible luck from the RNG Dice Gods. Last night in my StarFinder campaign, the bad guy did a heaping lot of damage to our characters, and my mechanic was the only one not hit for 39 points, but his stealthbot "cat" was. With her fur singed and her underlying housing torn and scorched in places, she was the only one who could race after the bad guy (by suction-cup running up the walls, her favorite trick), and she shot him in the backside as he was running away...
Now, I need to specify this cat has TERRIBLE dice luck. LIke, she's only hit 3 times out of firing a good 15+ times at targets (we're using the Roll20 site, so there's no way to *cough* fudge the dice)...but she rolled a nat 20 AND max damage on her crit roll, so she zorched him for 20 points, screeching "VENGEANCE FOR MASTER'S CATLADY!!" (She and my mechanic have been flirting off & on for weeks in-campaign, and the stealth drone AI had noticed. Alas, she had fallen down at 0 hp from the bad guy's high-damage attack; we got her back up on her feet right afterward, so, yay for healing spells!) And then, because the drone-cat has manipulator hands, aka opposable thumbs on her paws, she *bipped the flird* at the bad guy as he fell back into an elevator and descended out of sight.
The GM told us he was a recurring villain, so he wasn't gonna die just yet, "...sorry, not sorry! But he had like only 3 hp left after that attack, geez, girl! What a vicious cat!" And I did the robocat's voice and said, "Attempting to execute PURR.exe under the Satisfaction category... Attempt failed... Attempted failed. Severe damage detected to certain core emotive files. Unit Purrzy will need serious repairs. Am bipping the flird again!" *bip!* ...It broke up the group laughing.
That last story actually has me in tears, it was so sweet!
An odd appreciation: Manscaped is shared on ads a lot, but Duke has shared the asterisked information too - first time we’ve seen that!
My first time playing a PC, I was playing a french tabaxi fighter who used a rifle. He was a drunk, ex-soldier whose wife and kids had left him but the party's rogue was a very young kenku who became my character's new adopted son and helped him get sober. While I loved roleplaying my character, I wasn't really enjoying the mechanics of playing a fighter so I spoke with my DM about retiring my character and making a new one. To facilitate that, the DM had us come across my character's family and since he had gotten sober, his wife was willing to take him back. As a parting gift for the rogue my character gave him his rifle with the french phrase "Je suis plus que la totale de mes erreurs" which loosely translates to "I am more than the sum of my mistakes." The rogue ultimately defeated the bbeg with that rifle and in his epilogue went back to my join my tabaxi as one big family.
I have one story that i really like from the campaign I'm currently dm'ing:
When getting off of a boat they had been traveling on for the past nine in game days, and in real life like half a year, my party were trying to convince some of the npc's to come with them. They obviously needed the chef, so they went and asked him to come. The chef, who i named Miller Bryce, said he couldn't come with. When they asked him why, he told them this:
He was an orphan, and the royal family (or rather their chefs) picked him off the streets and made him the prince's personal chef. (That's why he can cook so damn well.) Over the years, Miller and the prince fell in love, and for a while, their life was perfect. They were soulmates. But after some time, The king found out. He banished Miller, who was then forced to walk through the town in shame, and he found his way to the docks, where he was allowed to work on this boat for the time being. It's been some time now, and Miller and the crew have become family. He still writes his prince, who, when he becomes his king, will get Miller back into his kingdom, and they will rule together. But the prince knows to find Miller on this boat, and travelling will make it so much harder for them to communicate. Therefore he cannot come with them on their adventure, but he wishes them luck.
Tears were shed. Miller gave the party some cake that had healing aspects, and some recipe cards and sent them on their way. The party vowed to visit him the next time they could.
First and only time I’ve ever played D&D was in the Stranger Things Starter Pack a few years ago.
I’ve always wanted to play D&D but I’m not as sociallable as others. My brother, however, does so he offered (with some convincing) to play the DM for this prewritten adventure to give me a test run into the world I’ve wanted to try.
And as a first run, albeit solo, I had a lot of fun. My biggest highlight in this game was when I fought a skeleton enemy as an armored paladin and we both (me: player, my brother: DM) rolled a nat 1 and had our weapons fly out of our hands and stand into the ground of this corridor we were in. We entered a cinematic moment of looking at each other and looking at our weapons behind us, and then I had the "genius" idea to fight this skeleton hand to hand instead.
I learnt quickly how ineffective unarmed combat is to a paladin that day, but I thought it would be awesome. Props to my brother for making what has to be the only solo D&D adventure a real blast to play.
This year, I started playing dnd in my highschool, and we were fighting a very big goblin (kind of a chief of sorts) and when we killed his wolf he tried to run away. Our Druid (my philosophy professor) moked him to return, and as he fails his attack we all start laughing at him. We all spent our turns bursting in laughter as I yell “HEY YOU! BACKFLIP!!” Roll a 19 + 3 and do a double backflip off a wall. It was a great moment, shame we were 3 out of 5 then, but it was funny af, specially for a first campaign.
it is absolutly wonderful to see the wholesome stories, but I love learning about conflict resolution with the horror stories. Doing both as good stories come up feels like a good move.
Here's a wholesome one: A couple of years ago I was playing a silver dragonborn bard and in an Icewendale campaign. The party was about to be captured at the execution of some rebels and we were all out of options. Seeing this as an inevitable TPK, I decided that at least I would go down swinging in the best way a bard can: by singing. The DM came to my character as we each got one last action to try to turn things around. I said, "My character starts sing "Take me home, Country Roads" by John Denver." He told me to roll performance and I got a nat 20. He said roll to confirm....and I got another nat 20. The DM then describes how EVERYONE, the people, the guards, the Mini-bad, all start singing of home and dancing and that the party is able to escape with the rebels in the musical number.
I love them both honestly. I like a good mix of good and bad because it doesnt just glamorize things and make it like everything is fine and great, but it also doesnt demonized it to where everything seems horrible.
I enjoy both the wholesome and horror stories. There are a bunch of people doing the TTRPG Horror Stories, but I love Amy's perspective on things. Out of everyone, I think both of you do the best job of both sides. Thank you!
I enjoyed the wholesome story time more than the horror stories. There are other ttrpg horror story channels already. It is nice to hear the good stuff that can happen within the hobby too!
Yeah, we definitely need some more of the good side. The world being the way it is right now, and the horror stories being constant, we need some reminders of hope and goodness.
I like the wholesome stories because with the horror stories, jerks are always gonna exsist. I think also ' cool things my players did' would also be fun
This made me feel GREAT and also miss my main campaign that we haven't played in just under a year. 😅 Thanks guys and gals. Cant wait to get back to my Human Bard, Orion.
*In the voice of Craven Edge possessed Grog*: “Moooorrree! MOAAAARRRR!!! I hunger!”
I love hearing the wholesomeness of D&D!
I kinda want to tell you that the wholesome stories are where it's at, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy feeling the righteous wrath at the drama as well.
How about 50/50? Like, two horror stories and two wholesome stories. Sort of like it was before, but with more than just one positive story.
Barbarian rage with a fluffy feeling in your chest is the absolute perfect recipe, I think.
8:48 How come I imagine the friend as a god just using a giant fist to instant kill the enemy XD
This was 3.5 e. I was playing a Warforged Monk. It's been quite a while, so I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but we were in a city that was a nexus for all kind of worlds/planes/dimensions etc. There was also some kind of arena. All players had the opportunity to show their stuff, whether through combat or other means. The reward could be anything, from any plane/timeline etc. One of use received a Cessna user manual when he asked for something to read he hadn't read before, of course no one in our world knew what the heck a Cessna was. When my Monk took a turn I'm guessing we were maybe around lvl 7-9 ish. I chose combat and the DM was good at setting the stage. I was rather new at D&D and "Pit Fiend" didn't mean that much to me, but from the reactions of the other players as well as the way the DM set the scene I definitely got the hint that I probably shouldn't expect to win this fight.
The longer I would last the bigger my reward would be. Through some lucky dice rolls on my part and bad rolls for the DM I survived for 3 rounds or so, during the 4th the Fiend (and DM) had enough I think, and the Fiend basically used my Warforged as an improvised weapon against the arena walls, ending the fight.
I asked for something along the lines of "the worlds most dangerous weapon." The DM told me I received a wooden club that seemed "almost normal". He and the other players (through their characters in RP) did a VERY good job of instilling the fear of Gods in me as a player based on my choice of words for my reward. I didn't dare use the thing for literal months (like 15-20 sessions or something). I had the feeling I was walking around with a nuclear bomb. There were quite a few times where I thought about trying it out (usually because things seemed really desperate in combat), but I never used it.
Until I did. The fight was going ok, there really was no reason for it, but I guess I just kinda was done with it. It was nothing big, a bigger threat with some minions inside a pyramid. During one of my turns I just said "I'm going to attack with my club". From the DM's reaction it was pretty obvious he was not expecting that and I feel like he had to come up with something on the spot. But what he came up with was great. In short, there was a blast that literally blew the top of the Pyramid, the big threat was instantly obliterated along with several of its minions and everyone surviving (including my Warforged) had to roll all three saving throws.
My Warforged made all of them. All of the players along with three Goblins failed a will save. They were basically under the effect of Charm Person permanently with everyone present within the blast radius. So everyone was suddenly everyone's best friend. Technically my Warforged could ignore that, but by that point we had been adventuring for quite a while anyway so I just went along with it as if I also had failed the save. One of the Goblins was a decent chef that we helped become an amazing one, one of them became the party's blacksmith and the third one never really got to be anything, he died a session or two later. But the other two were with us for the rest of that campaign and the whole group would do everything they could to keep them safe and alive.
Love seeing more wholesome stories. Maybe mixing wholesome with the tragic stories, more of a balance.
In short, do both wholesome and horrible, it is fun to watch you both wince and smile.
wouldn't mind hearing more wholesome moments every so often.
Wholesome is a nice breather, I have very rough time currently and I needed something nice.
Loved the wholesomeness of this. Thank you! It's a good change 😊
i love wholesome dnd stories! 😊 horror stories are fun too but they can be a lot. 😅
this story is more epic rather than wholesome but here it goes:
so i'm running a pirate themed dnd campaign for my sister and cousins. because me and my sister are the only adults in the group we usually volunteer to play the healers in the party so our cousins can play whatever they want and in the pirate campaign my sister plays a druid. she intentionally stays in the supportive role most of the time so our cousins can get the spotlight. In this story, however, my sister's character ended up beating a boss fight on her own.
the story at the time was mostly about the party chasing after a cult that was planning to carry out some kind of ritual and they had finally caught up to them. on the island, where the ritual would take place, the party was ambushed by assassins hired by the cult and their npc captain got kidnapped to be a sacrifice in the ritual. before they fought the cult they tried to bargain with the monk's childhood friend who turned out to work for the cult and they also learned the location of the ritual as well as the password to access this location. before the session i spent hours making a 3d battlemap from cardboard scraps for the final fight at the end of the dungeon. the ritual would take place at the top of a high tower on a rock in the water, far away from the entrance to the cave that the party would have no choice but to fight a horde of skeletons and zombies before reaching the tower. i also added a ship since the cave had access to the sea.
the party walked into the inn that had the secret entrance to the dungeon. my sister's druid was wildshaped into a spider and immediately split from the party to sneak into the dungeon. she rolled really well on stealth so she snuck past all the challenges before the boss fight as well as all the undead in the cave, all the way to the top of the tower, where the cult was preparing for the ritual and where they also held the pirate captain npc. at that point i returned to the rest of the party in hopes of finding a way for them to reunite with the druid. while they were discussing how to get past the innkeeper guarding the entrance (they had completely forgotten about the password) the paladin got drunk. since she had highest charisma she went up to the innkeeper to start a conversation. she kept rolling lower than ten, accidentally insulted the entire inn and ended up starting a bar fight. the fight was much tougher than i originally intended it to be but after a long time the party won and ended up massacring the entire inn. after the fight, the monk pulled out the magic stone that was linked to her friend and once again tried to bargain. the cult demanded the party hand over the paladin (due to paladin's backstory) in exchange for the captain. after a while of back and forth, (i forgot that magic stone could only be used once per day) and the monk almost throwing the paladin under the bus, the druid, who was listening to the other side of the conversation, decided to act.
she first snuck to the captain. rolled a 19, went unnoticed. so she got a surprise round. she dropped her wildshape and cast thunderwave, throwing half of the cult off the tower and into the ocean. everyone remaining rolled initiative. my sister rolled a nat 20. going first, she used her action to restrain the rest of the cult with entangle. as a bonus action i allowed her to grab the chair their captain was tied to and she dragged him to the edge and with him still tied up, jumped off the tower. they both barely survived the fall with their hitpoints. the cultists were too far away to hit them with spells and they had to use the stairs. meanwhile, the druid cast a fog cloud and hid behind the ship in the cave. after releasing the captain, they snuck onto the ship and stole it, using it to escape.
a whole 3d battlemap and hours of preparations went to waste and i couldn't be more proud. the party later faced the cult again in an epic ship-to-ship battle.
My level 1 players destroyed an encounter in one round.
We were playing dragons of stormwreck isle (a premade module). Im a new dm and my players are newbies. The party consisted of a Elven druid and a tortle wizard. During exploring the island the party got attacked by 4 kobolds. The wizard tried to persuade them to leave they rolled a 23. Two of the kobolds left since i wanted to make sure they would be able to still fight and get better at combat. The druid went first. They casted ice knife and dealt max damage killing the first kobold. The wizard went second and used fire bolt to attack the kobold on the bridge and try to burn the bridge that kobold stood on THEY ROLLED A NAT 20 AND MAX DAMAGE. I couldn't be more proud and happy.
My older brother was running a campaign for myself and our younger siblings. We were hiking through a canyon maze trying to make our way to a forest on the other side, but none of us had good enough Nature to save us from the abysmal rolls which kept getting us lost.
Enter Zog the Kobold.
He offered to guide us through the rest of the maze, and we reluctantly accepted. Once he helped us fight off some other Kobolds, we grew more trusting of him.
I fell completely in love with this npc and insisted he come with us when we made it out of the canyon. He was my buddy, fighting back-to-back with me in combat and sharing my rations and spot next to the fire when we made camp. He stayed by my side until that campaign ended.
After it was over, my brother confessed he had intended from the get-go to have Zog betray us before we left the canyon, but didn't have the heart once he saw how much I loved the little guy.
Awwww, I love the wholesome take on the D&D stories! Would happily listen to as many as you care to read. ♥
Funny event that happened last night.
So our group has been in a bit of a tit for tat with some clerics of Urgathoa, the undead goddess of gluttony and excess who promises her followers that they will live forever as undead. Tensions boiled over when they try to drug us and steal our boats, but have a final contingency which involved spilling ethyl alcohol and using an oil lantern to hold the ship hostage (btw, ship is alive and panicking). The negotiations are going in their favor when our cleric suddenly casts quench. What's quench? Just a homebrew spell she's been sitting on the entire campaign, like literally from her second session more than a year ago. It quenches a small nonmagical fire within 30 feet. The clerics realize that their only point of leverage is lost and they wasted a spell slot on fire endurance. The fight is pretty standard, until the cleric threatens to bury them in a church of Pharasma, who has a personal vendetta against Urgathoa and her followers. This threat is so intimidating that the cleric takes a gamble running out of the fight, promoting 2 AOO and running right into the waiting breath attack of a sea drake. The crit fails and gets ashed. Now it doesn't end there. See, the next port we run into has a church to Pharasma. We introduce the bodies as clerics of Urgathoa and the priest gleefully leads us to the darkest, dankest, moldiest mausoleum, with chains and prayers to prevent any undead from rising. However, we are in a gnome city, so the passage is like 3 feet around. Thus begins a slapstick routine of squeezing the body, dead for 10 days, through a passage, down a cliff, then into a gnome sized coffin (the cleric was an elf). We gave our final threats before chaining up the deceased.
What about the ashed guy? Well we don't let insults stay idle so we pour his ashes into a communal urn, also complete with multiple locks and prayers. Throughout the entire exchange the cleric never asked any questions about how we got these bodies, and was just as happy as the rest of us, even offering to do it again next time. Thoroughly amazing experience. (2/2)
Congratulations on your new player, btw! 🎉
Here is a wholesome story, if a little dull...
Title (work in progress): *It's the Friends We Made Along the Way*
So... I've been part of a long-running D&D campaign (over 2 years and counting) that our table plays religiously every Friday (with a few exceptions when holidays or something occur). But we mainly play every Friday and even schedule our work shifts around the game.
Now, about six months into the campaign, I made a massive career change and moved to Japan. I was (still am) in a 14-hour time difference with my table! Luckily, their Friday night coincides with my Saturday morning, so I still play with the group. However, I play over discord (voice only because camera issues) while the others are usually playing irl at the table. It made me feel sad and left out because sometimes people talk over each other, mics crack and I don't catch a joke, they can't hear me, and/or I'm groggy af because it's very early on a Saturday morning and I had a long week of work. It made the last 2 years of the campaign a little muted. Still fun, I still love D&D, but the joy in it is now very lukewarm when I play.
This year (2023), I went home for the Holidays for the first time since I've moved to East Asia. On December 29th, we played D&D. In person!! The whole table (6 players + DM) was gathered, with food and (very potent) drinks, and it was one of the best D&D experiences of my life! It was so nice to see everyone in person. I had missed them so much! But it was also great to laugh, and be in on the jokes, and be fully awake and not have tech problems. I think the rest of the table agrees, too: it was some of the best fun we'd had in a long time!
I'm back in Japan for work now, but I've decided to end my contract this summer (August in Japan sucks anyway) and I can't wait to play live with my table again! No joke, the experience in person after 2 years was so great, I actually cried with joy!
It's a very plain and boring story, really. All this to say, it's nice to see friends you've missed and game in person.
I think the wholesome stories are a good change of pace from what most stories are on... well any platform. Drama may be interesting, but it is really good to hear a nice story now and then.
More of these please. There's so much negative stuff out there that we desperately need someone to highlight these more feel-good stories. Be the heroes we need, please
I love the wholesome stories! I think they're a fun way to hear about the chaos and creativity going on around the game :) thank you Duke and Wife!
I honestly liked this one better than the D&D horror stories. It's a much better reflection of my typical experience with RPG's, and it's just nice to get some heartwarming moments during the day related to something I love. Thanks Duke and gang!
I think this is a good break from the usual. So much of the DnD content I get randomly thrown is of the negative stuff. So I'm very thankful for this video.
"The Accidental Best Roleplay"
My dad gave me the best roleplay I had ever seen on accident. I ran a campaign for my family since we don't see each other as much and this gives our family a weekly checkin and introduced our parents to D&D. I decided to run a slightly modified TAZ:Balance. They ran into a Nothic and I asked each of them what a secret was about their character. My Step Mom (An Aarackocra) said her character and my father's character (A Centaur) had a secret love child 🤦. I said ok and we moved on. Letter in the campaign I asked if my dad was in the kids life and they said no, he's more of a dead beat. I finally had a session where she went to visit their child and I asked the child's name. She decided to mix her character's name Eukrom, and my dad's character Raydom, into the name Raykrom. She had about 3 or 4 sessions where she visited him throughout the campaign. Finally the end came and I was doing everyone's epilogues and I got to her. She moved into a new house with her son and then I said "Raykrom looks at you and says 'Youre the best I love you'." And my dad looks to the camera extremely confused and says "Wait, who is Raykrom??" In unison the rest of the family screamed "YOUR SON!" And we laughed for about 10 minutes as he pulled out the biggest dead beat dad line he ever could.
I like the wholesome stories too. You can switch between the two as you see fit.
I like the mix between good and bad stories, because you can learn from both. But always do what feels right for you, and continue making this great stories, I love them very much
I hope eventually you guys will read the legendary story of “Ooogie the honorary dwarf”. It is one of my favorite wholesome dnd stories I have ever read.