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What’s the DUMBEST thing a player rolled for and Succeeded?
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What's the funniest thing PC's latched onto? #1 (r/dndstories)
Curse of strahd: was one of three players in the campaign, so every encounter was deadly. To help balance, the dm gave each of us one epic boon. We had one fight where 6 fully decked out knights swarmed in and surrounded my blood hunter, hitting him and taking him down to less than half health in one go. The other two players were a sorcerer and druid so... I was the tanky one. My turn came up next and I tried a hail merry. Being a dhampir, I went in for an empowered bite, 1d4+con for damage and I healed that much. I then used a bonus action to activate my epic boon of recovery that I had been saving, which healed half of my health and between the two I was almost at full health again. Then my character said "not bad but I can do this all day, time to have some fun with my new toys". Going from looking bad to back to healthy after that bite was my intimidation bluff, dm asked me to roll intimidation, nat freaking 20.... yeah all the guards failed their insight and ran away as quickly as possible. We were all soo hyped that it actually worked considering we were level 13 and I was taken down to less than half health from just a couple of them hitting me. We could have tpk'd...
This is epic
@mcgunboat8339 thanks! Yeah it was pretty epic and very fitting for my character. I just can't believe I pulled it off..
Now this is.. more raw and balanced and honestly an epic story I love it good sir.
Bro had a ketheric thorm moment without being immortal
That was the motto of the entire last sessIon for our Star Wars group. We infiltrated Jabba's abandoned palace, got the remaining guards to just give us about a million credits, and our zabrak tamed a juvenile Rancor.
Not me but another player in our party has an ability that lets him speak to sea creatures. We were being attacked by sharks and we thought we were winning when more sharks decided to swim up. We weren't sure how many more were coming or if we would even be able to fight them all so this guy decided to tell them to "Fuck off!" and they actually listened to him! It's been the funniest moment of our campaign so far.
That speedster story made me laugh my ass off thanks as always Brian ❤
Agreed. Honestly never thought my story would be made better like that, but Brian's one of the best people that could've told it.
Brian best narrator, no doubt.
Appropriately, I'm playing a Dwarven cleric of Moradin named Thaddeus Thunderale. As his name implies, he comes from a long line of brewmasterw, and always had a cask of mastercrafted ale.
So we are trying to rescue a bunch of villagers from beinh sacrificed to an orcish cult. We knew of a secret passage that we thought the orcs didn't know about. I open thr door to see an orcish guard.
Thaddeus: have you accepted Moradin as your personal lord and savior?
Orc: have you accepted my boot up your ass?
Thaddeus: ::singsong:: it comes with free beeer!
Dm has me roll persuasion. 28 after modifiers. Orc rolls nat 1 on his will check.
The orc takes the ale and drinks it. He makes his constitution check (its THAT potent) and lets us by.
We save the villagers and on the way out, no sign of the orc.
Three adventures later, we're trapped in a Drider pit (fortunate no driders) and trying to figure our way out when a bunch of orcs in Dwarven chainmail come repelling down, Their shields emblazoned with Moradin's symbol.
Turns out that orc liked the ale so much he became a cleric of Moradin and convinced a bunch of orcs to join him as fighters of Moradin.
Was in a spell jammer fleeing from a giant space monster, we loaded a necklace of meteor swarm into a grape shot cannon ball and proceeded obliterate the monster with 9 meteors.
So, this was in the end dungeon of my most recently completed campaign.
Let me set the scene for you:
We were in the beginning of a fight with the jabberwock (a green dragon like creature from the feywlid) and one of our party members was getting absolutely destroyed by it. As the parties rouge, I decided to distract it by becoming the more dangerous target. I had an arrow of dragon slaying, and I figured “oh, maybe this will do enough damage to draw his attention” and so I lined up the shot, and fired. Except this wasn’t an ordinary shot, it was a CRIT. I rolled double damage on the dragon arrow and sneak attack, and i ONE SHOT THE BOSS from full health, with an INSANE 138 damage. This obviously still stands as my highest damage in a turn by far, the only one coming close being around 80.
Anyway, I think this fits the criteria quite well.
Party was getting jumped by a bunch of orcs. Paladin (me) and the rest of the party is currently fighting trying to escape. We notice the war chief egging the rest onwards. My paladin challenges him to single combat, and fights them. A really good set of rolls and a big old SMITE chargrilled the orc and cut off his head.
Dm describes how ‘the head goes flying upwards’ in a brainwave I ask if I can catch it. The Dm surprised, asked me to roll for it. I didn’t roll too well but he was intrigued and let me have it. I caught the head turned to the rest of them and shouted that they were next, the crows will eat the flesh of their leader, and they can join him in hell. I then threw the head at them.
The remaining orcs, being very superstitious and VERY scared, booked it out of there. Skipping most of the encounter.
Lawful does not mean nice. The Conquering Sun doesn’t play around.
A lot of this is less "Holy shit, that worked?!", and more "Of course that worked, it's homebrew."
Like exactly this yes none of this is balanced at all lmao
6:00: “Can’t stop the A-Train”
Was about to say that 🤣🤣🤣
Enlarge/Reduce to create a speed-eating circus show attraction. Cast Enlarge on a hock of ham or turkey leg to make it this enormous slab of meat that could've come from a dire version of a creature. Have a guy speed-eat it. This works because I figured eating Enlarged food causes the bits of food to return to normal size after taking a bite off the main thing. So the guy is eating it, but the bits he's actually swallowing are 8 times smaller (in all dimensions) and lighter. He goes through the huge hunk like his mouth is a threshing machine, to the laughter and delight of the crowd. He goes, "WHAT'S FOR DESSERT?" and does an encore on a WHOLE APPLE PIE, which is actually a small pan pie enlarged to look full. And of course washes it all down with a freaking J-U-G of ale, which, again, is just a small jug turned big.
Oh, the money made from that, all the dares on whether he could eat that much. XD
Using deception to bring someone back to life, basically replicating spare the dying.😊
This happened in a BattleTech campaign where every player was in charge of their own merc company. I had to distract the Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces long enough to buy time for the client to discover and destroy a nuclear weapon. I was also told by the GM that I was not going to have a good time if I tried to face the two mechs the enemy had that were stuffed to the brim with clan technology. However, the battlefield had a big, tall mountain that was full of light or heavy woods, which would cost a lot of movement points to climb through and would limit line of sight, and I had a few mechs with jumpjets which ignore movement restrictions at the cost of weapon accuracy. My mercs played keep away and backstabed a superior pilot with superior weapons technology to death because the enemy didn't have the mobility of jumpjets.
So I was playing a dungeon crawl in which I worshipped a god of Sand and Deserts, the patron spell I had was snake trick. This spell lets you turn anything longer than it is wide into a snake of similar size. In this party of five we were sailing on a boat to blow this magical horn, said horn summoned a gigantic Island Turtle. My brother looked at the DM and asked a very simple question. Is it longer than it is wide? To which the answer was yes and I immediately spent all of my ability points to cast snake trick with a whopping +61, transforming the entire island into a serpent which drowned in the sea destroying all the loot and killing everything inside and on it 😂
So, this was the start of a campaign run by my fiancé, I and a couple of friends are playing a pair of bard brothers and a gator man ranger. We come upon four wolves devouring corpses outside the mine we've been tasked with investigating. Gator man does the normal thing and tries to figure out the demeanor of the wolves. The bard brothers? They decide to scare the wolves with a bit of trickery combining prestidigitation and minor illusion. What we made can only be described as Largiplier Fazbear running at the wolves making a Charger noise from L4D2. We roll intimidation and while the exact roll escapes me, it was enough to send the wolves running for their lives. The ranger, who had no idea about the plan, panic shot at it. Good times.
think i mentioned this on other videos but my best was when i used gust of wind to knock both bbegs into a beam of light that came directly from a star and delt massive radiant damage. this was enough to kill both bbegs instantly and was done right before combat started.. saved us having to fight them, their guards, and their two solar dragon mounts. dm was just like *highlights encounter details and deletes it* meanwhile i just raise both my hands and exclaim "YES!
Not DnD but a similar thing, I was last alive in our party facing a mini boss. I had recently found a spell that hits 4-5 times for 10-15 damage each alongside a necklace that increased my crit chance to 35%. I cast the spell, almost failed the quicktime event, and rolled 5 crits in a row, instantly killing the mini boss and finishing the fight with a sliver of hp remaining after recoil
Before combat, I have my PCs add some additional stuff to the environment (furniture for example). Had a PC add a Papasan Chair. In combat, the PC throws the top part of the chair at an enemy and causes damage. Next round he grabs the base of they chair (It's round) and puts it.over an enemies head... and succeeds, leaving it entangled. Everyone lost it, including me. The monster tries to escape, and failed. Next round, the monster tries to escape, failed. Next round, out of sheer frustration, the enemy headbutts the nearest PC.. the Popasan chair still causes giggles.
I had to look up what that chair was and when I saw the picture I just laughed.
"Wow, that worked?" -bill wurtz
Haven't been playing for long, but I've got one that I think counts.
In the first game I ever played, on the first ranged combat roll of my life, I rolled a nat 1 on a bow shot. The DM was kind enough to not turn that into the absolute horror-show one might expect from a Nat One, and instead said it just missed and stuck in the floor.
A few rounds later into the combat, and one of the guys we were fighting - a member of a prison guard that we had to take out to sneak in - tries cutting losses and running away to alert the rest of the prison guards. I'd run out of arrows at that point, so I figured what the hell and asked the DM whether I could roll to see if the guard tripped over the arrow in the floor.
'Twas at that moment I got he first Nat Twenty of my D&D career.
The DM - bless his heart - played it up to the full dramatic effect, describing how the guard tripped over the arrow, fell onto a rock and broke his neck.
Chekhov's Arrow?
Oh my God that would be a fuckin amazing magic item. -10 on DEX checks while fleeing in proximity.
I was playing as a scam artist asshole character and my party was preparing for a heist. In my party (at least those relevant to this story) was myself, the aforementioned asshole, a changeling, and a naive animalistic monkey creature.
During a conversation the changeling changed into the monkey creature, cant remember why. But because the monkey creature was new this was his first time finding out the changeling was a changeling. The conversation went like this:
Monkey creature: What the heck was that?
Me: it was the ghost of your long lost brother, here to deliver you a last message.
Monkey creature: him? Fuck that guy!
Me: he came to say not to give me a hundred gold.
Monkey creature: fuck him, here have a hundred gold.
This wasn't a npc or dice role, the offer player just decided to give me a hundred gold. I had to check that they were serious with it
I played a wizard with the cantrip "Sapping Sting" which has a chance to knock a creature prone. We were riding in a carriage and came across a small group if bison charging our way. I took a chance and hit the lead one with Sapping Sting, hoping he'd fail and he did. The GM ruled the 2 behind would be forced to make Dex saves to avoid runn8ng into the now prone creature, to which both failed. It was an incredible series of lucky rolls that saved us from losing our carraige (paid 1000 gp for, was the "noble package")
That sounds like the strongest wizard centripetal ever tbh xD but glad yall had fun
@@brandonturner4113 it was awesome
So my character is a Grung (little frog person), and I was playing with a group in a custom setting. We were in a cave filled with magical darkness, searching for the enemy we were going to fight. Grungs do not have darkvision, so my character was essentially blind. I asked the DM if I could try to ribbit as a form of echolocation. I initially asked it as a joke, but the DM ruled that I could try to do it, essentially giving my character blindsight (which, by the way, Grungs do not have either, at least RAW). I got a basic impression of what was in the cave before our Rogue dispelled the darkness with a magical dagger that he has since lost.
Sounds like Sheogoraths been very busy!🤣🤣🤣
The time my half-orc barbarian successfully slapped a party member sober. It went like this.
"Glarg can heal hangover!"
"Can you really, glarg?"
"Foolproof, it work every time! Now close your eyes, and Trust Glarg"
The player did, then I turned to the DM and said "I slap him full across the face, to slap him sober" I passed the medicine check, and sure enough, our poor lvl 2 wizard was no longer hungover, just exhausted from the night of drinking.
I doubt that player will ever trust Glarg again.
the *HOOOOOOLY* crap, THAT WORKED? was legend
We were sneaking into a dungeon and the hinges on a door were rusty and would make a lot of noise, so we melted them with acid and lowered the door and there was a group of baddies on the other side sitting around a table.
They asked us what we were doing and I said I was here to fix the door.
They led us to a supply closet and I pretended to try to fix it while the invisible rogue did reconnaissance.
So I was playing my first Martial class, A Storm Barbarian, and I managed to stumble ass backwards into some lucky magic items including a Deck of Many things (which I was stupidly lucky with and managed to pull the Gem card, as well as the Wish card or something like that, it's been years. this let me wish that my maul was a mixture of magical metals including an adamantite head [although it was just a big rock surrounded by adamantite]) i also got boots of flying and a belt of Storm giant strength giving me a 29 in strength with a flying speed equal to my walking speed. We then ran into a legit Siege Gollem (imagine multiple siege weapons including ballistas and catapults all on a golem 20-30 feet tall, very scary and very hard encounter) Well when we spotted this thing I just told my party to keep it distracted for a minute and shot into the air ato 60 feet ever 6 seconds. after a minute I was 600 feet up and just started spinning while holding my maul out like a demented sonic the hedge hog. I yeeted my maul down (Named Squish [pronounce Squeesh] because everything I hit with it went Squish. I actually did the math for it and hit the golem with the equivalent force of 20 lbs of tnt (roughly) basically cleaving it in half. The head still being just a stone encassed in adamantite, was reduced to gravel held in adamantite so just to flex I had a blacksmith empty it out and fill it up with lead lol.
My rogue/paladin and our ranger, as a trial for our village, had to hunt down a teleporting fey rabbit that was known for being horribly alusive. The catch? we weren't allowed to have others come with, and we had to kill it in a way that preserved its body perfectly, since it had inadvertently swallowed a valuable relic the village wanted to retrieve (or something to that effect). However, the cleric could cast some spells ahead of time to help us. After brainstorming with him and preparing specific spells, we ended up with an insane plan. We used glyph of warding to cast magic circle on a coin... in a bad of holding. Per the ruling of our dm, the glyph would trigger immediately when moved, so, in one fluid motion, my rogue managed to get right next to the rabbit and pull the coin out of the bag to activate the spell and trap it. It tried to teleport out, but per the spell, had to succeed on a charisma saving throw. Thanks to our other ranger (guest player who also had to take the trial with us) having silvery barbs, it barely wasn't able to succeed. Once it was trapped, we managed to put it to sleep with a homemade sleep grenade, per a zany old lady NPC outside the village we befriended, and executed it, quite literally in the face, so its stomach would be unharmed. My character was known for coming up with ridiculous "crackpot plans" that rarely ever worked outside of theory, but this was one of the few times one of these plans actually succeeded in spectacular fashion, and while the DM was underwhelmed that the chase concluded so quickly, I was thrilled and popping off, XD.
1:53 Dude Scooby Doo'd the basilisk.😂
PANR has tuned in.
Reporting in from a place called Nuka world. Apparently it was some sort of amusement park years before the world went to pieces. There are all sorts of giant and unusual creatures that just seem to want to bite my face off
@billcox8870 fascinating! In the world has was, we had a number of amusement parks. Some say Marsh Carnival still runs today, but we have not been able to confirm that. Even so, the monstrosities you describe are fascinating.
@postapocalypticnewsradio these creatures remind me of some sort of nightmare combination of a maggot and a leech. I've seen them over 8 ft long burrowing in the dirt. Scary stuff
@billcox8870 that sounds not dissimilar from sharks. Massive, silverfish like creatures that travel through the top lair of dirt as if it were water. They are a deadly pest to be sure.
Out of curiosity if you are familiar with any DMs for games like this if a particular DM was okay with a player having one of their characters have bladder control issues what would probably be the way it would be handled
2:42 Warlock did a link as a painting from Legend of Zelda: Link between worlds
It was nice of them to allow hold person to work like hold monster upgrading the spell crazily to allow it to work on non humanoids as werewolves don't count as humanoids.
So guess I see why the plan worked super nice dm that wanted the plan to work lol
One of my top moments was definitely the time I played CoC Pulp, as a middle aged, drunk, GIANT of a man. North German farmer, joining in a humanitarian relief mission in some jungle...
The rest of the group had fancy guns, we had some scientists, even one girl with telepathic powers. And there, next to this heavily armed posse stood my guy, with a 36' Maul Key, a Sledgehammer, his trusty Lanz Bulldog tractor, a lot of booze (which kept him safe from sanity damage and madness) and two barrels of liquid pigs manure.
We uncovered an ancient temple, with snakemen and monsters inside that had been harrying our relief camp.
When it came time for the attack, I brought a barrel of the manure with me.
"Why?!" "Have you ever heard of a temple withstanding an attack using liquid pig sh*t?" "No?!" "See? There's your answer right there."
Inside, we were attacked by an enormous serpent, over 100ft long and it swallowed my character in one bite.
So... he opened the barrel of manure he was carrying and emptied it into the snake, which promptly caused it to vomit him out again.
Disaster: Averted.
I just love that scream at 0:46
winning against a hekatonkheires (the giant creature with a hundred arms or so) without landing a hit on him. as the wizard of the party, i somehow managed to establish good relationships to a settlement of greek centaurs, despite having the lowest charisma of the party, probably due to selling a lot of beef jerky and salted pork as well as grilling supplies to their breweries and setting up a cheese market. the centaur paladin of the party was no help and started to anger the other centaurs because she tried to force her religious zealotry on to them. i kinda drove my party off, which was a bad idea in hindsight, and told them to look for our objective, which was an evil immortal creature escaped from its prison alongside further clues to the main quest.
so the paladin, the bard and the warlock went to inspect this giant basement of the settlement located in a mountain nearby, which served as the community wine cellar and beer storage, just thousands upon thousand of barrels and bottles in an area as wide as dallas or houston (it was an epic setup!). they notice that the stockpile guardian is the wanted creature, the runaway hekatonkheires with several beholders under his command (thats just how powerful he was, keeping them in check while getting masses of alcohol and meat free of charge for his job).
so the party decides because theyre all rather high leveled to ambush this guy, calling in the fighter, the druid, the sorceress, the barbarian and the rogue (everyone styled up very ancient greekish, either philosopher, hoplite warrior or animal headed). it was only a partial success though as a group of enraged centaur elders charging the group that was attacking the cities main source of livelihood.
in the middle the wizard. not being notified about the plan and generally dragged along, he was holding onto a cheese and beef jerky he intended to share with the group of elders who the party just made mortal enemies with. we cannot capture the hundred-armed-giant and are basically falling prey to a rohirrim charge lotr-style. winning conventionally wasnt an option anymore, and we were going to emergency teleport out of there.
with the wizard not getting his grill party, i decided to burn through the remaining spell slots all at once, abandoning all thoughts of survival. TIME STOP, HASTE, SLOW, TRUE POLYMORPH are getting fired in one single barrage (cheesing the system a little bit by using very expensive support items).
long story short, the now transformed wizard is out of options and goes at the most valuable stockpile in the entire mountain: THE MALT WHISKEY. in the shape of a phoenix he rams every pile of barrels he comes across, crushing them, cutting them and spilling the precious liquids everywhere. the whiskey vapors, the phoenix burns. in a few rounds the halls are getting flooded by burning alcohol, a literal tsunami of whiskey.
it shouldnt have worked in the first place because the wizard was getting targeted by all enemies at once while destroying public property, but i was never rolling lower than 18 for dodging and resisting, even with disadvantage, so it was interpreted as the will of the gods.
the party captured the marinated very tasty smelling giant in the shackles we brought for him and we bailed the heck outta there before having to fight a literal army of very angry booze lovers...
Homebrew campaign: I managed to get two giants to stop fighting my party by whistling so loud it echoed all over the mountains, signifying that someone had gotten past them and drawing their attention to the sound. Somehow, they didn't notice that I was the one whistling as they dispersed in search of the sound.
We tricked an ogre into a rampage by using our artificer and a bow to make arrows play the sound of the orcs around him bullying him, calling him weak and whatnot. Luckily, none of the orcs noticed the arrows in time. We got to Gandalf vs the Trolls those guys, and only took a little bit of damage as the troll rampaged past us out of the cave. The orcs were weakened enough that when we fought them right after, it actually went in our favor. Probably because 3 of them had smashed ribcages.
Either that, or the time we saved a town from a horde of zombies and a necromancer that were supposed to kill us, (think 20-25 zombies and a necromancer vs a party of 4 lvl 3 players) because I thought to make firebombs from hard liquor ahead of time, and arm the townspeople that stayed here with them. Add in totem barbarian of the Bear, and I could aggro several zombies into a cluster, get past them with minimal damage, and let the townspeople on the roof of the tavern throw the firebomb at the now clustered zombies. I even sacrificed all but a little of my own health to call one down on my position too, just barely getting out of the fire with one hitpoint thanks to relentless endurance, thus saving me from rolling deathsaves in a pool of flaming liquid, and I made it. Also during that fight, our artificer jokingly, yet with full vigor and commitment in his voice, recited an Ultimate Attack voiceline from Tales of Vesparia(or bersaria, can't remember) and the DM rolled a d100 to see if it worked. He rolled a 100, and was able to cast Chain Lightning on the necromancer and surrounding zombies, probably turning the tides in our favor. That battle was ABSOLUTELY meant to be a TPK, but with my planning skills and a little bit of divine intervention thanks to the Artificer's RP moment, we turned a definitive TPK into a barely victory. The whole town loves us, now, as we had previously routed a bandit faction from the town who were terrorizing them.
booming blading a mountain side. My sorcadin was on a cliff surrounded by like 10 Dracionians. I was alone on like a ten feet offshoot. Honestly had that been longer I might have stood a chance fighting these things even with their nasty on death effects (like blowing up doing 5 damage and petrfying on failed constitution save) so I saw no way out I ask my DM. "can I booming balde the cliff under me and break of the cliff?" DM was cheering like 3 minutes straight. I took a crap ton of fall damage but I escaped and the draconians just stood there like. "Did he really do that? Tell me he didn't just do that."
This story happened during my first StarFinder campaign. This was a completely home brew campaign with 4 characters. There was Vasyli, a Vesk Soldier, Basa Lur, a Kasathan Operative who was secretly working for the Dark Elf Mafia, Rick, an Android Mechanic who was disguised as a human (My guess is that he was a member of the Android Liberation Front and that he had to disguise himself in order to hide his real identity), and then there was my character, Strozan Sturn, a Dragonkin Solarian with a voice that sounded like the Ancestor from Darkest Dungeon (Basically, my class was the closest thing you'll ever get to being a Jedi in this game). Just to give you a bit of context before we get into this story, our campaign started on a planet called Hoaxxes 5, in a hive city called Angel's Rest. Our rag-tag group was hired by the government to find and retrieve a classified object. This object was an Assembly Ooze, a high tech device that was capable of taking scrap metal and turning it into weapons, armour, and other devices & gear including weapon and armour mods. Depending on what we rolled, we could end up with a piece of equipment that was potentially far above our level. After beating up a bunch of Goblins and finding the device, the government, sent a legion of cops and swat teams after us in order to cover up the devices existence. At this point, we were fugitives on the run and were looking for a resistance group that was rebelling against the Hoaxxes government in order to deliver the Assembly Ooze to them. It turns out that the Hoaxxes government was so corrupt that they screwed over several alien species including the Dark Elves. If you have played StarFinder, then you should know that one of the last things you should ever want to do is PISS OFF THE DARK ELF MAFIA! Fast forward a few campaign sessions and we now end up at our main story. The best part is, this story took place during Halloween. I call this story "The Makeshift Exorcism"! This particular story, revolves mainly around Strozan, Vasyli, and a Skittermander named Mek. Mek was an N.P.C that was meant to be our guide who lead us to the resistance group. This little spaz was the type of character that would hit on any female character, even if that female character happened to be 1000 times taller than he was. Eventually, we make our way down to the planet of Hoaxxes 4 from the orbiting space station and travel down a tunnel into the underground. After defeating a couple of Earth Elementals (Because, a certain Lizard-man failed their stealth check), we arrive at the resistance base but, something was... VERY wrong. Upon entering the base, there was blood, gore, and viscera everywhere and not just on the floor but, it was sticking to the walls and ceiling as well. Mek was freaking out as he was not expecting this situation at all. The last time Mek was at the resistance base, everyone there was alive and well. we make our way to the security room while collecting some loot along the way. Upon entering the security room, we find that the security team is also dead. We took the key card from one the the dead security guards and when we looked at the screens, they were showing some shadowy figures that were jittering and teleporting all over the place. Basically, the type of stereotypical shit you would see in a horror movie or horror game. We make our way down another hallway with a bunch of TV screens that for some reason was showing footage of the planet Golarion which, is a planet that has not been seen since the events of The Gap. Moving further down the hallway, we come across a room that with a demonic magical circle that was drawn in blood. As soon as we took one step into the room, the demonic magical circle started to glow and started summoning a demon from another dimension. So with all of the NOPE that we could muster, we slammed the door shut and locked it. At this point, Strozan said, "There is something very wrong here." "Yeah! No Shit! What was your first clue?" Vasyli said, in response. Strozan then said, "No! You don't understand! My abilities allow me the sense certain forces within the Cosmos! There is a dark presence here, we should not even be here!" "Well, we can't just leave the base in this condition! Who knows what those things will do if they go outside the base and reach the surface of the planet!" Vasyli responded. Mek despite his abundant fear, suggested that we could overload the nuclear reactor of the base in order to blow it up from the inside using the control room. We took the elevator up to the Control Room and the whole place was glowing red, even the TV screens were glowing red despite their static. At end of the Control Room stood a droid (Non-Sentient bot) that looked like it was composed of flesh as well as mechanical parts. When the droid turned to face us, it had a creepy, evil smile on its face. This droid was clearly possessed by a demon. You know the stereotypical creepy, evil smile that you would find in every creepypasta known to man. Yeah! That creepy, evil smile! ROLL FOR INITIATIVE! Eventually, Strozan and Vasyli chopped the demon possessed droid to pieces. However, something still wasn't right. Mek was curled into a tiny little ball, practically shivering and repeatedly saying, "Don't make me do it. Don't make me do it. Don't make me do it. Don't make me do it." Strozan tried to wake Mek and figure out what was wrong with him, then Vasyli took Mek out of Strozan's hands and started smacking the shit out of Mek to try and wake him while yelling, "Wake Up You Stupid Bitch! We Still Have A Job To Do!" Strozan snatched Mek back from Vasyli's hands and shouted, "VASYLI! NOT HELPING!" Strozan placed Mek down onto a nearby table and placed 2 fingers onto Mek's forehead. Using his Solarian powers, Strozan discovered that there were 2 minds inside of Mek, Mek himself and the same demon that we fought earlier. At this point, Strozan attempted to use his Solarian powers to exorcize the demon inside of Mek with the power of the Cosmos. Bear in mind, that Strozan is not a Priest, nor is he a Claric, and he is certainly not an Exorcist so, he has no business even attempting something like this but, Oh Well! Here We Go! First attempt, roll D20... Failure. Second attempt, roll D20.... Failure! The demon was still torturing Mek's mind attempting to possess him. At this point, the GM was going to the bathroom and the cogs and gears in my head were turning. Suddenly, I remembered something! Vasyli! If Vasyli can be described in one word, it's fearless! Vasyli is the sort of absolute Mad Lad that would jump out of the airlock of a ship, land on a star fighter and use his bear knuckles to break open the cockpit of the star fighter and drag out the space pirate that that was piloting it! (Another story for another time if anyone is interested.) When the GM returned from his bathroom break I said, "Ok. Listen Carefully. I am going to attempt to combine Strozan's mind with Vasyli's mind in order to drive the demon out of Mek's mind. Can I do it?" The GM says, "Ok. Give it a shot." Strozan calls Vasyli over to him and places 2 fingers from his left hand and places them on Vasyli's forehead while placing 2 fingers from his right hand onto Mek's forehead. Ok. Here We Go! First attempt, Roll D20... Vasyli already passes the check. Strozan on the other hand, fails. Second attempt, Roll D20... Strozan Finally gets a high roll (15). I ask the GM, "Is it enough?... Is It Enough!?..." The GM then just says, " Oh... wow... well umm... this is unexpected..." I'm at the edge of my seat saying, "What? What happened? WHAT!?" The GM says, "Umm... So the demon rolled a Nat 1..." At this point, myself and Vasyli's player started busting out laughing and cheering! Then, the GM plays out the scene. The demon persistently tortured Mek within his own mind, in an attempt to take possession of him and kill his companions. However, through the power of the Cosmos and some subtle divine intervention both Mek and the demon look on in shock & awe as a Gigantic, Golden version of Vasyli rises from the depths within Mek's mind. "BEGONE THOT!" Vasyli said in booming voice as loud as thunder as he pimp smacks the shit out of the demon sending him practically flying out of Mek's mind! With the exorcism complete, the evil presence is no longer found within the facility and the paranormal activity within the base has ended. There is a bit more to this story but, I will save it for another time if anyone is interested. Unfortunately, the campaign was never finished but, man did I love it. Plus, I still love StarFinder to this day.
Our party had just set sail on the open seas only to be attacked by a group of Arakocra. We dealt with them fairly easy, but one started to flee back to their ship. I fired an arrow to try to stop him, but missed. I rejoined the fight and finished the others off. After combat, I said "I want to shoot a cannon at the fleeing one." The DM says "Okay but he's really far. At least 100 yards away. Roll with disadvantage." I then proceeded to roll TWO NAT 20'S!!! The cannonball was fired in a perfect arc and ended the fleeing Arakocra's life in a puff of feathers. It took all of us a few minutes to stop laughing and get back to the game.
A speedster class sound really fun, with a little tuning that might become something that can be sourced
My favorite holy shit It worked moment. I had spent all day creating this elaborate side quest where the players had to travel through a field of flowers that would put the players to sleep if they touched, Climb up a giant bean stalk, get into a cloud giants castle, fight their way to the top and steal a Goose that laid golden eggs. One of my players had a magic item that allowed him to turn into a bird once a day, so he scouted out through the windows and found the Goose in a room alone on the top floor. He then asked if he could fly at the window at top speed and turn back into his normal form breaking through the glass to grab the Goose. I said absolutely because that is both creative and baddass. Now being the only one on the top floor he jumped out of the window where another player caught them with Bigby's Hand bypassing my entire session in about 15 minutes. I had them describe their heist plan while playing the mission impossible theme song.
Oooh, hats off to the Solid Snake voiceline
Choke Slamming a Storm Giant
Picture this, 3.5 Im a homebrewed race, level 2 ranger 1 rouge. the party has been slogging through this dungeon full of rabid dire rats and were rats, we come to a room with a big door that has 2 thirty foot statues on either side with sapphires in the eye sockets. I useing my +24 jump skill leap onto the statues to pluck those baby's out, but as I'm doing that the party opens the door revealing a *really* big group of dire beasts. They close the door with a collective strength check, and start preparing stuff, I on the other hand get a bright idea. I ask the dm if I can push the statue over on my turn, and he says I can but with a DC 40 strength check. Nat 20. I go last in the initiative order so when I do the deed like half of the enemies are in the path of reckoning. It does 58 damage. The highest HP monster had 28. I did slightly break my back for the rest of the dungeon but it was worth it.
so i was playing a giant dumb lego monster named hubert who was as dumb as a rock i joined a bit into the campian and was only a lvl 1 monk. we were fighting a "dirt man" who had like 300 hp and was restaint to bludgining damage, me being the dumb giant lvl1 monk that could use unarmed strike thought of a brillent plane, on my first turn i say "first I run up to him then using my vast knowlage of how sand castles work and how dirst is like sand i spit on him" keep in mind im a 15ft giant and my mouth can fit several fully grown men inside it, i roll a nat 20 and the DM, with a look of saddness in his eyes, says "the dirt man hardens to the point to were he crumbles away" and i was like HOLY cr@p HOW DID THAT WORK that was sopesed to be the final boss of the "mini quest"
pretty much a god of the sea encountered us. I rolled for animal handling, got a nat 20 and it left, until like 3 sessions later where another party member (who wasnt there when I tried it) did the same thing and *also* got a nat 20, so it left us alone, and never came back
first game I ever really played in
One player fell unconscious as we were fighting a statue
another player decided to use the knocked out body of player one as a surfboard and it worked
I have two. One wasy DM had us fighting a skyship admiral on his flagship from an enemy country. We had used a harpoongun with a chain to be able to get off our destroyed and rapidly descending skyship as I aimed the shot towards the hole one of our ahots made in the flagship's hull. We climbed the chain and was met with the admiral using magical adamantine runes embossed in the deck to have a permanent invulnerability while within the circle. We fought him and nearly died as he was about to execute our wizard on his next turn. My character is a Pugilist (HB monk thats a bit different) that was focused on wrestling so I goaded the guy into getting closer to me, I grappled him and then suplexed the guy with me off the skyship and used my ring of alter self to change myself into a race with wings and pushed the guy off me and i glided back to our dangling chain and got back aboard. Second story was the BBEG wanted a book we had and my character put it inside his bag. My character acted like he was going to comply and pulled out a rectangular almost book shaped object and threw it at her. I said, "Its shipping time!" Andy folding boat that i threw at her became a gigantic boat in her arms and pushed hwr into an orb of annilatation.
It wasn't DnD, but a discord RP channel, but it fits in the spirit of it. My character, Jake, was helping someone investigate several politicians. So, naturally, I had him sneak into their homes in the dead of night and look through their Browser history. Lo and behold, there *was* something odd about it, namely they all were deleted up to a certain point, at the exact same point. And yes, they other person I was with apparently had thought about the browser history, so it was indeed something of note, they just didn't think it would come up.
Context: nearing the end of a homebrew, the typical 5 man party, only real oddity was the half-dwarf, half-gnome paladin, sir pinksalot, no that isn't a joke, he takes great offense when you make fun of his name.
The goal: clear the area of the 3 warring dragons who have tried to claim the town that hired them. Sounds simple enough.
The green dragon was young and died relatively simply, 5 man level 15 party after all.
The red dragon was stupid, and fell for a simple boulder trap. So far so good.
The ancient black dragon though....
The black dragon didn't leave its lair....so rather then going inside, the gnome paladin grabs every single barrell of wine in the town, and drops SEVERAL vials worth of drow sleeping poison in them. When asked why he said "I can imagine any drink that can knock out a dragon is a rare thing, so when that big goof drinks that first barrel, he will simply drink another, and another, until he gets to the last." At that he pulled out a 15 bottles of alchemist fire, and carefully put them in the wine. "After the dragons had his fill, and he goes to drink this one, that belly full of alcohol is gonna become a belly of regret." He then asked the wizard to put a glyph of warding on one of the bottles. Needless to say, when I finally got to describe the gore shower that was once an ancient black dragon, everyone was staring at sir pinksalot like...."wat"....
My friend's uncle made a homebrew campaign and we've been playing for the past few months.
One of the first missions we did was to invade a cave full of Kua Toas and steal a scrying relic. Essentially, a lot happens between the start and the climax of the mission, but the important part is the boss room.
First off, my Dark Elf sorceress spams fire bolt on the fleshy tentacles in a nearby chasm. The DM rolls for something, but nothing happens.
After we resolve to loot the room after we're done, my PC goes and shoots a fire bolt at the furthest fleshy tentacle over in the corner all by itself. The DM rolls again.
This time, a shriek comes from the large chasm in the opposite corner. Five fleshy tentacles rise and grip the floor, attempting to pull something from the chasm.
Immediately, we brainstorm ideas to stop it, and once we roll for initiative, I'm at the top of the order. My sorceress casts burning hands and hits three of the tentacles close together, bringing them all down to 2-ish HP.
The DM rolls. Our monk tries to throw a lit torch at a weakened tentacle, but misses and reveals a huge Flesh Mound. The DM figures that this is a good time to inform us that we have one round to deal as much damage as we can to this guy before he gets up.
We continue attacking the tentacles, all the while our Cleric is essentially praying to whatever god gives him power that our plan works. Eventually, we kill the last tentacle.
The DM rolls.
The Flesh Mound falls.
For a moment, everything is silent while the DM says this, and then we just look at each other. Each of us have the same thought process:
"Holy sh!t, that actually worked?"
Bear in mind, the DM crunched the numbers before we entered and told us this mission had a challenge level of 14, meaning he almost 100% expected a Total Party Kill.
This was done by a bunch of level 3s.
I think you can understand our surprise. Of course the Flesh Mound was still alive, scrambling up the side of the two hundred foot chasm, to no avail, but after shooting down almost all the stalagtites, it was pronounced dead. Our plan worked, by some miracle.
TLDR: Alien Sith rogue drunkenly tries to song and dance his way out of trouble so his friends can steal from an intergalactic casino, fails, manages to escape like a Gengar from Pokemon, and then proceeds to be found by the BBEG who he was quickly seduced by and whisked away from the party as a sort of cliff-hanger that sadly never got resolved due to the group falling apart due to life things.
Star Wars the Beast Awakens
My Zivon was a custom race that's sort of just a Galra from Volttron Legendary Defender with an added benefit of a tail, cat-like ears / nose, and pretty red eyes with black sclera that made for a striking visage. He was, in all accounts a predatory species. That said, he was the Sith of the party. Which often meant he was the first to instigate fights, though in his defense they weren't always his fault. His attempts to Not kill people usually resulted in hijinks. Our other party members were a Twilek who was decent with a blaster pistol, and Arno an ex trooper hunting down other soldiers that abandoned their post.
This particular instance was a sort of improvised event. We had just saved Zivon's siblings from the Hutt cartel that had enslaved and captured them, so suddenly his entire reason for becoming a Sith as a means of having the power to find, and save his siblings from the very faction that the Jedi were unwilling to provoke. Arno in this same mission managed to find, and kill, or subdue all of the ex-comrades who were working with said cartel because of the money it raked in for them.
Now brings us to the scene. The Casino
The iconic Cantina music plays on the discord call, I crack my knuckles as we begin The Heist. We don't really plan before going in, but my mind is already stoked. A "Now You See Me" Style set up is right before us. At this stage Arno, and Ulia have become a couple, while Zivon is the lone gay man of the group who's just fulfilled his life sworn mission. 12 years of his own life, though by human years it's actually 24. But he'd found his siblings. They were free. But now what did Zivon have?
None the less he aided in the heist intent on stealing half of the money so he could stop rooming with Arno as that friend who sleeps on your couch because he can't get a legitimate job without being arrested because of problematic tattoo.
Zivon tries to make the most of it and bring along a guy they saved from the cartel as a date, which quickly goes south. He's at the bar trying to impress Teri when his date gets annoyed at the Sith's bad attempts and walks off. Leaving Zivon to his own depression, and a lot of alcohol.
A few shots go by and he's not doing so hot sobriety wise, but he notices droids about, looking for his friends.
Despite how selfish, arrogant, and vain he can normally be, he doesn't want to betray his friends again. Recalling an instance where in their very first mission when he was just a hired thug, he had nearly done just that.
Zivon has a moment... a reflection if you will of what happened in that mission. He'd been hired as a sith to help them get into a Sith base and steal an experimental drug that could provide metaclorian cells to the user (the cells that allow you to access the force), but in that mission Zivon fell to one of his greatest vices. Lust, and a love for Chaos. When Vainar a beautiful raven haired Sith found them in the experimental test lab.
He approached Zivon with drug in hand and even provided him a taste, oh it was glorious. And Zivon being ever the scoundrel, so used to being alone, so used to fending for himself. Messed up. He truly had forgotten why he was there for a moment, and when given the offer by Vainar to serve as his apprentice, Zivon agrees without much thought. Arno is then cast aside and struck by a guard, but Zivon realizes the horror of his mistake.
It is then that Ulia, and the ex-jedi of the team at the time Valyor were brought before them, and Zivon is understandably met with hostility, but he doesn't understand why they feel this way. In his mind after all he's just a hired gun, and a sith no less, it angers him that the jedi tries to preach to him, but in effort to save Arno the only member of the party who bothered to try and befriend him, he stabs Vainar with his dagger allowing them to escape.
the team was never the same after that (our jedi left because they had a different idea of how the campaign would go)
However, by the time they had reached the casino all seemed to be well.
Then as Zivon made his distraction to keep the droids away from his friends he fumbles, he stumbles and sways as he dances atop the bar counter like parody of Magic Mike gone to space! He tries to invoke his inner broadway star and sing out but it fails! A 7 isn't enough and he ruins his own moment. But just before the curtain fall, and he's about to be caught he uses his dark side force powers to jump into the shadow of the crowd in an elegant swan dive.
Following the shadows trail he flees to a back room. But when he emerges from the shadow he realizes the room stinks with smoke from Spice in the air, and sitting before him on the luxury sofa is Vainar alive and well smirking down his nose at him like a serpent ready to coil around his neck.
And coil he does, wasting no time in pulling Zivon's insecurities out into the fray. Arno and Ulia at this point already have their victory, they've forgotten all about Zivon until Arno realizes that the droid security is acitve but not on their trail at all.
Arno leaps into action fearing he'll lose another comrade.
But Zivon doesn't realize that Arno feels this way. Zivon ever since their Jedi friend left felt like a burden to the party, he felt like they had their happy ending, and siths do not bring happiness. He knows this. He IS chaos, he IS Vice, he is Self Destruction. So when Arno busts into the room
Zivon is once again given a choice... a choice between Vainar who can carry him to fulfill his potential as a sith! Or Arno, the only friend he's had in 12 years after his last friend had tried to kill him. We all take a breath and roll the dice to determine of Vainar's words are enough to pull Zivon, and they are just so. Just barely.
So Zivon with a hollow heart thanks Arno for what he's done, tells him to run with money, to flee with his new girlfriend, and live the life of a soldier who knows his mission is complete! But Arno of course defies this, he yells, he tries to fight.
But Vainar takes Zivon with him.
it was a beautiful scene, a heartwrenching one even. But alas, Zivon's temporary villain arc never came to pass because the campaign ended a few months into the mission to try and get Z back due to scheduling issues. But I always love retelling Zivon jumping into the shadows, and Vainar managing to pull the sith back into the dark side's embrace. I only wish I could use Zivon again somewhere else.
Our monk managed to beat a werewolf encounter with a silver spoon using flurry of blows. Our monk was a herengon so imagine a bunny charging a werewolf with a spoon and winning.
I was a dragon born fighter at level 2 and with a disadvantage on a charisma check, I had convinced a level 5 baby wyrm I was it's mother and I kept it for the rest of the game
My first time playing, doing a one-shot during a sleepover at a friend's. The party consisted of a human bard (me)with a background of being a soldier, a sorcerer who was formed by nature from pollution to protect it from said pollution, a dragonborn with a familiar named Pal and one dude who's class i forgot but grew shrooms that did odd things.
We were in a cave looking around a statue that had a key that a NPC said that was needed. The cave was 60ft from the entrance to the middle where the statue (and key) was. We were talking about what we could do to get the key (mosty me and the dragonborn, others + NPC were just doing nothing). Came up with the idea of tying rope on the sorcerer (30ft of rope/player), have the sorcerer use mage hand to grab the key and then have the dragonborn grap the entrance end of rope and run out with the sorcerer and the key attached to the other end.
DM said that we need 21 to make it through fine. I gave bardic inspiration to the dragonborn. He rolled and added a bonus to it (don't remember which one).
A 21 in total.
We were HOWING at the table at how well it went. The NPC did betray us and had us to go through a long fight (in which i managed to do psychic damage to the NPC with a telepathic vicious mockery), but we were so happy about getting the key without anyone hurt.
First campaign i eer played which was just me playing 4 characters and my friend DMing (O asked them to teach me how to play D&D). I was using premade characters, a Folk Hero Human Fighter, Acolyte Elf Wizard, Soldier Dwarf Cleric and Criminal Halfling Rouge. I don't emember what the campaign was but I was at 3rd level and had gone to fight a young green dragon. The dragon was apparently supposed to flee after I dealt enough damage to it, but I actually managed to kill it outright by using Command to stop it flying away (I told it to Drop while mid air). Howeve, I'd say the best moment is the part where I had my Rouge climb a nearby tower, get a rope onto the Dragon, climb up onto it, and start hitting it with repeated sneak attacks (my DM was kind enough to say that they counted as Sneak Attacks since the Rouge was probably in a spot taht would let them easily hit weak points). Even after the Command "Drop" thing, they managed to succeed a Dex saving throw to prevent taking damage on it landing. I'm pretty sure that my DM though it was going to be much harder, but after I dealt about 50 damage in the first 2 turns or smth, I think they jus let me do stuff because they wanted to see the outcome.
New to dnd and formed a party of 6, we're selling some junk to a merchant. Our artificer tries to convince the merchant to buy a normal woodent staff for plenty of fortune.
The merchant disagree, but the artificer wants to decieve the merchant by showing off his lightning bolt skill. The roleplay was golden, him and I both say in the same time to cast it on me, a Monk.
I played dead and the merchant bought it for the price that can afford each of us new small gears 😂
Homebrew campaign, party was against an adult white dragon, thing was flying in the air and about half the party was melee fighters so as a hail Mary me, the kobold artificer, ask the DM if I can get to shoot the dragons eye with an cross bolt, they allow it, Nat 20 dragon then gets half blinded and is grounded, best session ever
In Curse of Strahd, the divination wizard cast what I believe is Otiluke's Resilient Sphere around some fox demon thing. Basically no spells or attacks going into or going out of the magic hamster ball. As a transmutation wizard/rogue, I cast Asherdalon's Stride on myself and tear ass across the room pushing the aforementioned hamster ball into the handy dandy Well of Annihalation that happened to be near by.
The fight against the BBEG at the end of my 3.5 Eberron campaign. The party managed to break the Draconic Prophecy, releasing a Demonic spirit of destruction that would have "eaten" the world. They were there when it emerged, ripped the dragon they had thought was the final boss to pieces and used it's bloody pieces to armor itself. They win initiative and the centaur ranger decides to grapple the thing. I knew the centaur was good at grappling, but wasn't too worried, the demon's grapple was like 12 better... The demon never managed to roll above a 5, and the centaur never rolled below a 15 (and spent an action point every round to add an extra 1d8 to his grapple roll). The final fight of my campaign, the one I'd actually been worried was going to result in a tpk, went out with a whimper, pinned helplessly to the ground while the rest of the party beat it to death. -_- Needless to say, I'm still al little salty about that.
My very first kill ever: Me and my party were wondering how we should kill a leader in a camp of kolbolds. Instead of talking my dwarf barbarian stealths into the camp and into the leaders tent without anyone noticing. I go in, see the boss for the first time and I immediately rage and nat 20 the boss and kill it in the first turn. That is why i am still playing this game 4 years later.
First session of GURPS, Cyberpunk setting with Shadowrun influence: A demon got summoned into our cargo truck. While my teammate is pinning the demon, I am trying to figure out how to kill it. The cargo hook snapped. I got hit in the back and kicked the 3,000 lb box in rage with a prayer to God. The box slid back into place and didn’t move again.
my 'That Worked?!" moment was with my Scout Rogue Ozaki, we were fighting a large group of Corrupted mercs 'homebrew mechanic based on the game Armello] who attacked our base. Their leader had a large greatsword made out of Corrupted magical crystals that once belonged to an ancestor of other player's Rune Knight Fighter Dirk. So when Dirk wrenched the great sword away and managed to purify it though his ancestral bond with it, the old user who turns out was the ancestor who'd been deeply Corrupted, turned into a Huge crow like monster called a Bane.
Now I being a shinobi based character had a good amount of one shot items on me like some homemade explosive arrows, Alchemist Fire, Silver Caltrops and Holy Water. So using some rope I tied all of that together, ran towards Dirk leapt off his enlarged sword with Dirk also flinging me in to the air, got the Bane's attention, and yeeted the bundle of Holy Explosives right down the monsters throat, thanks to the DM allowing a bit of 'Rule of Cool'. The bundle blew up killing said Bane and... I think the explosion launched me into a pile of hay or something because I don't remember how I landed without dying.
TLDR fox man was affected by magic that makes Necromancy look tame, turned into a giant bird monster that I blew up with a bundle of explosives, alchemist fire and holy water by leaping into the air and throwing said bundle down it's throat.
A few choice moments from Tyranny of Dragons:
1. A small town is under siege by a Blue Dragon, a cult of Tiamat followers and kobolds. After saving a mill from burning down and freeing some prisoners, we hole up in the town's fort. The dragon thinks it's a good idea to finally smoke us out and flies in for a strafing run. My Artificer shoots a Fire Bolt at it - Nat 20. Our DM bursts out laughing, as this is one of the ways to instantly get it to veer of.
2. Next scene, the cultists' leader, a Half Dragon (Dragonborn on steroids), challenges our best fighter to a duel, to show how badass he is. Now, because the DM wanted a twist for the campaign, we were not allowed to take any martial classes. Our best melee combatant was our Moon Druid, and he pulls out the stats for the Spider King from Out of the Abyss. Large, two heads ('cause why not), 42 HP, a beefy (for a Beast) 14 AC, and a bite attack that has an added paralytic venom, and for some Ao-forsaken reason CR 1.
First round, Druid wins Initiative, attacks, Nat 20. Half Dragon fails Con save on poison, is under half HP without having done anything. He does get a few goods in, but overall 100+ HP of our scrawny lvl 2 Druid and another poison crit make him go down. At this point our DM was scrambling - not only did we one-shot the Dragon encounter, now we offed a recurring boss when he was supposed to curbstomp our guy. Fortunately there were enough kobolds around to grab the body and scramble, leaving us to fight some chaff. He also had a priestess close by who could Revivify him, so he "lived" to fight another day.
3. Some time and a level-up later, rematch against Half Dragon, with his Priestess and some Berserkers in tow. My pyromaniac Artificer has graduated to Artillerist, with a Flamethrower spider-bot normally perched on my shoulder, but now running around and flaming targets of opportunity. A Berserker gets wise to my strategy and attacks my bot - crit. We've seen these men do massive damage with their Great axes on normal hits, so I fear the worst for my 15 HP buffy. But dice karma is on my side: the DM rolls terrible on both d12-s, only scoring a total of 9 damage.
Time for a counterattack: Fire Bolt - crit, 10 on both d10-s. Having taken previous damage, he's down to 2 HP. The flamer does 2d8, Dex halves. DM wants to rule autokill, but I insist - I mght roll snake-eyes, and he might make his save for 1 damage. I don't roll two 1-s, instead a 1 and a 2. My cocky facade cracks a bit, as I wait for the Dex roll - fail, so he does indeed roll over dead.
HOLY *crap* THAT WORKED
This was a few months ago since our last session so my memory is a bit hazy, but, long story short we were rushed by a buncha bandits, tried to push through by acting cocky, only to find ourselves surrounded by like, dozens of them.
I'm playing a house of dice warmage (well technically it's a gunsligner warmage gestalt combo but that's not really relevant to this story) and so my first instinct is to try and use Chaos Dice and see just what wild start I can get. My hope is to get two 6's on the dice, since a 12 allows me to cast Lightning Bolt - it's one of those abilities where the lower you roll, the worse it gets, including it possibly harming the user, and * I like waltzing with fate *.
So, I raise my magical prosthetic arm (that my DM has agreed to be my spellcasting focus) and point it at an enemy, charging up the blast. I roll to see the effect I get, and...
Eight.
My character disappears into thin air, leaving seemingly nothing behind.
My party starts to panic. Our little shark-person friend starts screaming frantically and runs to a nearby bush to hide, thinking I got vaporized (poor guy has like -3 wisdom). The barbarian, also in a panic, looks around incredibly confused.
And yet somehow through a random act of dice rolls behind the DM's screen, he starts to see the bandits worry as well. They look around, confused as to what could have caused me to flat out get disintegrated. It certainly wasn't an attack from one of them, they know their own limits, and my party was just as confused (I had never used Chaos Dice before).
Was I smitten by a God, punishing my insolence in acting so cocky? Was I actually an extremely powerful mage, and I jut dipped to call some friends? Maybe someone, or even * something *, is around that they didn't notice? The bandits quickly flee, leaving behind my terrified party...
Just in time for my character to reappear in place, right where he left off, punching his prosthetic arm and mumbling something about how it keeps malfunctioning or something.
8 on the Chaos Roll table is "you become invisible until your next turn".
I literally just turned invisible for a couple seconds, and through our shark friend's amazing acting, the quickness of the whole encounter, and pure random chance, IT SOMEHOW STILL WORKED.
Westmarches game exploring a new continent. It's inhabited but to the outside world it's new.
We're maybe level 4, and a huge drake flies overhead. There's a bard, a paladin entertainer, and my illusionist entertainer so we decide to perform for it to see if it will spare us.
Paladin and bard play music, I do pyrotechnics with illusions (help action). Amazing rolls and we play a bardcore version of The Final Countdown in the discord.
Drake dances and decides we're worth keeping alive and flies off.
A similar (the same?) drake showed up later when we defeated Krampus and it took him away to be redeemed. Good thing it liked us :)
My group encountered a squirrel cult that had stolen our monk’s sword, and none of us knew speak with animals. Instead, we used a couple of good performance and deception rolls and a quick thaumaturgy to convince the squirrels that our owlin artificer was a god. It actually worked and the squirrels gave the sword back (we also may have accidentally started a holy war between the squirrels and the owls; oops)
My barbarian hugged a banshee until she felt better annd passed on. Twas in the holiday campaigns that i took part in, our dm having first started as a halloween one shot, turned into an ongoing series that magical shenanigans would drag our group into trouble during each of the holidays. St. Patties day game, celtic themed with a dullahan killing people in an attemp to grow stronger and one victim, a lady in despair after her would be fiance left her in the alter became a banshee. My barbarian Mana, the nearly 7 foot tall teddy bear of a man was honestly a gentle soul, and when he saw the lady had died like that, and soon after ran into the banshee. She attacked him while his back was turned and when he turned around everyone expected him to run away or go crazy rage on the monster. Instead he wrapped his big dumb arms around the incorporeal form like a hug despite not actually being able to touch her and told her " its ok, i know your suffering and hurt, let it all out, i can take the pain. Im here for you" persuasion roll with advantage as it created a domino effect of the entire party joining in on the ghost hug. Nat 20. The banshee so overwhelmed by the compassion regained her sanity and passed on to the other side. Holy shit didnt think that would work but it did. We kicked the fiance's ass that left her after we met him during the bbeg fight, made sure we took care of him first.
Le cube i used minor illusion and attached a 5x5x5ft cube flashing black and white to a bandit's head who somehow failed all saving throws while i 4 small girls (wild magic mirror image) covered head to toe in blood giggled and taunted him.
Getting creative with Wall of Force. Don't have a specific ATM.
It wasn't the most insane thing, but last session my players did something I am very proud of them for.
They had to break into a military base to steal some documents, but it wasn't going to be easy. There were over 50 soldiers at the base and those were just the ones that were awake. To top it off the entire base was surounded with walls several 10s of feet high and topped with rune turrets, which are bassically turrets created with rune coding, which is bassically a magic programing language that only exists because one of my players made an out of character joke about spell-phones. (That same player is now my girlfriend)
I was generally nervous about the whole thing sense I didn't design the encounter with an easy "Take this path" option. That was when one of my players remembered that they got an amulet of proof against Detection and Location, and Rune turrets used divination magic to see, meaning, that player couldn't be targeted by the Rune turrets.
After using the climbing speed they got from their mariner fighting style to hop the wall, followed by a couple of stealth checks, the building with the documents was in sight. They then proceeded to climb up the building they were next to from a position that couldn't be seen, and jumped to the roof of the target building. Now normally this wouldn't be possible, but Elves in my setting have a variant feature that replaces trance. Bassically they have a list of benefits that they can have one of every day. One such benefit is a PB number of uses doubling of your jump distance, which was enough to jump rooftop to rooftop.
They then approached the window to the office and overheard some plot stuff before the people talking left the room allowing the player to swipe the documents. They then proceeded to leave the base with the same amount of ease and stealth as they entered. It was so effective, that another pc is convinced that they're a Nukenin (Runaway ninja for those of you who don't know).
It was the first time in my career as a DM that I was so shocked and so proud at the same time.
Since session 0 i had planned on my Reborn Kobold Necromancer to work on lichdom, never mentioned it to the other players since it would lead to NPC villain. I had found a homebrew method to do so, talked to the DM who confirmed it would lead to loss of character which i was fine with, now gathering the materials is going to be the hard part seeing it would raise an eyebrow or two. Since I have been hiding the fact I'm a reborn in game, the rogue was onto me and we played a cat and mouse game with my secret (all planned OoC), his character backstory includes loss of wife and son with him wanting to see them again.
The rogue and I was off alone investigating something in town, that's when I had came clean about being a reborn to him, stating that I've been researching the undead and I might be able to replicate the spell cast on me to bring back his wife and son but the components are hard to comeby and someone with sticky fingers and/or a silver tongue (he multiclassed into Bard) would help gather them. Sink line and hooked him, he was on board to help.
I had sent him a majority of the list, omitting the really damming parts, and the plan was set in motion. We ended up having to deal with a vampire, with a high enough intelligence check to see what i could recall about vampires since they are technically undead and all of my research was about the undead I had a good idea about them. I blurted out that i needed a pint of it's blood and sending it to it's coffin is the best way to get it. Explained why i needed it and everyone is on board with letting me hoard my gold and gather those supplies. I have people of good alignment helping me work towards becoming a lich, all without any rolls being made, the fact nobody suspects a thing despite the fact he's done some obvious evil stuff (they're all aware out of game) as well as bluffing to be a lich to someone he suspected to be the vampire.
My rogue failed a stealth check in my first ever encounter and due to his species, a home brewed race called a Kanian, was able to talk to the jackals that were attacking us. I stumble through some dialog and roll a nat 20 on my charisma check. We later killed the jackals by feeding them a Wyrm which we had killed. It slid back into a pit. I never had a successful stealth check with my rogue for 3 sessions.
My 8 Str rogue was in a small ditch, checking something out while the party was up top. They ran into bugbears, and despite that 8 Str, my Rogue successfully yanked a bugbear down into it with a grappling hook, then climbed back up faster than he did, buying the party an extra turn to smack the other enemies.
Same dungeon had a Spectator in it, as well as a Wraith that told the party he was summoned by a walking stereotype of a wizard, and would only leave when that wizard commanded him to. My rogue just so happened to have a fake beard, robe, and wizard hat (a failed disguise in his backstory that he just kinda kept). Cue my rogue donning the disguise, walking into the Spectator's chamber, and loudly announcing that he's that Wizard and the Spectator can go home. And it *worked,* he left!
Homebrew session that happened JUST NOW. My level 5 barbarian fighter got jumped by three doppelganger Esque monsters and having to run, in a stroke of barbarian genius, he rubbed a genie lamp mid run and asked to stay in the lamp for the night. somehow the genie agrees despite the fact that my character already made three wishes and let him stay. Now here comes the best part, when the night was over the genie kicked him out, and landed IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN. And my character being HUMONGOUS (homebrewed Goliath, 10'4) he just kinda, swam for a bit until he saw a Kua-Toa, who led him to an entire ISLAND of Kua-Toa. Where he somehow got high enough rolls to convince was a GOD, and since Kua-Toa "make gods" this WORKED, plus two con and some protection magic
I managed to summon and control a Nightwalker RAW
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Not DND but S.L.A industries, it was my first session. We were fighting this sort of disgusting slimey sewer monster in the basement of an apartment complex, my character is a technichan and we had to go to this building to repair a massive broken cable. We had just turned of the power (in order to not get electrocuted while fixing it) when this thing showed up. About 5 minutes into the fight, our strongest fighter was dead and some people were very low on hit points, since this monster was standing in a puddle, I had the idea to throw the cable in the water and turn it on, in order to electrocute the monster (water conducts electricity). Long story short, it worked.
This is an accidental how did that work:
I currently play as an orc fighter (2e), Who Are running around with a ship canon (among other things).
The group were traviling, when heard 7 gnolls heading our way (and not to be friendly).
So i decided to load my canon with some grapeshot.
Now i had to make a dex save (to point it in the right direction), and rolled a 19. Unfortunaly, since this is 2e, the higher the worse.
Because of the recoil, i pointed the canon straight up.
Deciding that it would hurt to stay, i ran.
Turned out the gnolls continued, and got carped bombed 😏
I had a kobold Rogue/Hunter in one Pathfinder game with a velociraptor animal companion. We'd just finished an arc of the story and were doing a little bit of downtime, and I went into a shop to see what magic items they had in stock. Low and behold, they have the holy grail of Rogue magic items in stock: a ring of invisibility. However, this was early enough in the campaign that I didn't have the 20k gold to affoes the thing, and due to the nature of the campaign we likely wouldn't be coming back to this town any time soon... but my character just *had* to have the ring, so the following night I snuck into the shop in the middle of the night to steal the ring. I managed to get it, but I failed to notice the alarm set up in the display stand so I ended up alerting the shopkeeper (though I escaped before they could catch ke in the act).
Later that night, after I make it back to our room at the inn, the local guards come to question me because the shopkeeper had been suspicious of me while I was in there the first time. I panic, and out of desperation I decide to hide the ring in my raptor's leather armor... and then hit him with the _carry companion_ spell (a druid spell that turns your companion, plus all of its carried and equipped items, into a small stone figurine). The guards came in, searched me and the place, and didn't find the ring; all the while I was playing the race card and giving the guards the impression that the shopkeeper only thought I was the thief because I was a kobold. As it turns out, the shopkeeper's only other suspect was a ratfolk, so they actually did start to think that the guy was making accusations because he was racist against the uncommon short races.
Detect Thoughts on a giant wolf. Divination Wizard, so I forced it to fail with a nat one. Turns out, it was a cursed person. Saved us the heartache of killing a beloved town member.
So, this is probably gonna seem a bit odd, considering how one of the Pathfinder 2e campaigns I'm in is likely gonna be giving 'Wait, what?' vives, but whatever. I'm currently in a campaign that runs almost every Sunday that's the Fist of the Ruby Phoenix with a twist- to be more specific, almost EVERY optional rule you can have in the book (Automatic bonus progression (to an extent), Free Archetype, Dual Class, Stamina, Ancestry Paragon, etc) is online and ready to be used. In this campaign, I play as a Dhampir 'Thief' Rogue / 'Time' Oracle that's fully inspired by Sakuya Izayoi from the TouHou series, all about supporting the team (mostly with Quickened), using vampiric magic, and thrown weaponry (in this case, Starknives). For reference, we started at Level 12 and we're currently at Level 15, I think.
As for the moment in question, this was when we were still on Danger Island and fighting against a cloud dragon of sorts, and the turn that one of my teammates (who's partially inspired by / connected to Lobo, of all people) managed to put it to sleep. I then proceed to use my stored/prepared action to make an attack against it with one of my thrown Starknives that I had prepared via Juggling, which had the Ashen and Frost runes on it, thanks to it automatically being a +2 Striking weapon equivalent- Nat fucking 20 that rolled so many dice that you wouldn't be blamed if you thought it was Yahtzee or Dice Throne! Admittedly, me and the team did have it planned out since the turn before, but that still doesn't alleviate the fact that I, Sakuya Izayoi of the Scarlet Devil Mansion in Gensokyo (which is what we flavored the First World as), managed throw a knife so hard that it managed to take down a dragon! We even got a reward from it afterwards, since it just wanted a friendly spar- a Wyrm's Claw spellheart and a few Dragonheart Scales (or whatever they're called- the talismans that can be used to gain a flight speed for an hour or so)
Playing a campaign in which the party was helping to defend a nation from an invading army which was predominantly made up of kobolds and cultists. After licking our wounds from a major defeat in battle we decided to track the army to the next city they were attacking and caught up to them much quicker than expect, it was that same night and the entire army was in their camp drunk and celebrating their victory. We knew we couldn't take em all on alone so we retreated to a safe distance and hatched a plan. We decided that I, the bard, and another party member, the druid, would go in and attempt a little espionage. I took off my armor and weapons and set off as a traveling minstrel and the druid shapeshifted into a crow (he was a Deva) and went into their camp offering to play songs for their celebration. I walked around the camp gaining tons of insight into their state of mind, goals and whatnot by asking questions under the guise of using their info to work into my songs while the druid flew around trying to gather more tactical info. Throughout the course of my songs and talks with the army I came to learn that there was a very deep tension between the kobolds and cultists, they didn't really trust or like one another and it wouldn't take much to get them to implode. I had a telepathic link to the druid and we concocted a plan. As I sang my songs turned more and more to war and aggression, weaving subtle hints that their apprehension of one another was justified, they all began to get restless but were all still loving my songs as I kept them sounding celebratory. I cast unseen servant and used it in conjunction with the druid to pull off some tricks to start a few fights which sparked a massive brawl. I used the distraction to slip into the shadows and made my way to the back of the camp where the druid had spotted the general's tent. I knew I probably wouldn't make it out alive so I was going to do what I could while I could to get as much info back to the party as I could through the Druid. I snuck up to the tent and heard the general and commanders going over battle plans before they were interrupted by the noise of the brawl and rushed out to stop it. I quickly sent the unseen servant in to grab all the papers it could from the table inside which I stuffed into my shirt and then made my way into a cave I'd spotted behind the tent. I found it full of riches the army had stashed away including three dragon eggs and few other things. I stuffed as much as I could into my bag of holding which I also kept under my shirt before making my way back out of the cave. The brawl was still going and had grown. I called the druid to come get the papers to take back to the party in case I didn't make it out but I actually did manage to. Upon returning to our party's camp we learned that the papers I'd retrieved were full of logistics and tactical info, everything we needed. We spent the night watching from afar as the brawl raged on throughout the night. By morning most of the army was either dead or too injured to continue and most of the ones who weren't were so demoralized they deserted. The druid and I were amazed, we'd expected to hurt their morale at best, not all of this, causing an army of hundreds to widdle itself down to less than a quarter its original size of able bodied soldiers. We knew their next target so we got a head start as they were in recovery mode. We arrived well in advance by a couple days and warned the town and were able to set up defenses, crushing the remaining army (many of them quite literally with Enlarge/Reduce shenanigans and a catapult), when they arrived.
Current campaign. Saved my party with the dumbest thing i could think. For context, im an Artificer Kobold obsessed with creating the ultimate weapon. I found the head of a storm giant blacksmiths hammer. Put it in a bag of holding because free materials. Middle of a fight i get thrown into the air and decided "if ima die like this ima try something" and dumped open my BoH. The storm giants hammer head fell out and landed on the enemy. Crushed their head instantly. My entire party sat there in a dazed wtf stated for 5 min as we all laughed.... then I hit the ground 😂
Once upon a time our group were very damaged and runing for their lives from a Balor in the underground and my human cleric was staying behind because he was the only heavy paleted character in the group. I was clearly going to die because the thing runed like 3x faster than me and I was like 100 meters away from everyone else and compleatly lost since i could see literaly nothing past the light spell area. With that in mind I made a plan, I stoped and turned to face the Balor, my DM was cleary upset cause he toght I had given up but I had a plan and i just needed rivers of luck for it to work. Balor was coming my way and the son of a demon teleported behind me, hitting with advantage and took about 90% of my life away and proceded to miss the second hit giving my cleric the oportunity to cast his last spell "banishment". That was when I discovered that balors have resistance to magic and advantage on resistance rolls and the master tossed one dice at a time, so it was the longest few seconds everyone on the table ever lived and in the end the spell worked. I was literaly holding my breath and everyone cheared at the moment, the DM was spechless.
Mine got to be with my good ole original. Gnomegar the barbarian! The horrifying gnome barbarian from 3.5 edition! Mind you this was over fifteen years long time ago so I might have forgotten some details.
Gnomehar and his group of adventurers had just recently returned from a dungeon they had spent a month in. When they came back to the city they discovered wanted posters of Gnomegar for over 10.000 gold, alive, posted by the Zhentarim. The group had no idea why. Myself included.
No really. I still don't know what warranted such a big bounty on him. The party had not even encountered the Zhentarim by this point. Even though we were located in Neverwinter the GM had mentioned that the Zhentarim had no office in the city.
The others in the group wanted to find out who had put the bounty on Gnomegar's head. Gnomegar on the other hand in a rare instance of brilliance, or greed, either or. Decided to take advantage of the bounty.
It said to deliver Gnomegar to the closest town guard office for the Zhentarim to collect him.
Now Gnomegar wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed, he'd probably smash it along with the shed for being too bright. And a common cow would know more about math than him. But he had plenty of natural cunning and street smarts. He was also not naive or easy to mislead. Just really trigger-happy.
And while he had the attitude of a third grader and could not take a joke about his height or masculinity, was he surprisingly charming and would go to bed with more chicks than an entire college's worth of bards at the end of his career.
So when Gnomegar told the group. "Gnomegar is going to get Gnomegar's bounty." They all figured he was going to get captured and killed.
Gnomegar went to the closest town guard office while carrying the wanted poster. And though he could not read or count, he knew that a near handful of circles meant a big amount of gold.
"Gnomegar the Barbarian would like to turn in Gnomegar the Barbarian for big gold bounty."
Now the guards at first thought Gnomegar was a fake trying to cash in on the bounty. But with the others in the group confirming his identity, even showing up an old bounty poster they got from Luskan after burning down their port, the guards reluctantly accepted it.
They don't bother putting Gnomegar in a cell or even disarm him, thinking he was going to turn himself in to the Zhentarim without any struggle. OR at least that's what the GM thought.
A group of ten Zhentarim agents enters the guard post with a chest being carried by them.
Now this is when the amazing part happens.
Gnomegar goes over to the Zhentarim representative and starts to demand payment. "Here is Gnomegar! Now give Gnomegar the gold for meeting ye!"
There was a long moment of silence from the people in the guard post. And Gnomegar just kept glaring at them, steadily growing angry as the Zhentarim agents began to realize that 1 Gnomegar was not behind bards 2 Gnomegar was not cuffed or even tied up 3 Gnomegar was armed.
The Zhentarim agents began to reach for their weapons and the guards and party began to get nervous as they figured a fight would break out in the guard post. 10 Zentharim agents, one of which looked like a mage, would be far too difficult for our small group and the two guards on duty to handle.
But then Gnomegar lifted up his great axe one-handed (A feat I think was called Monkey Hand Feat that let you wield two-handed weapons one-handed), and slammed down the pommel on the floor with enough force to crack the solid stone floor. And he roars out at the Zhentarim.
"GIVE GNOMEGAR HIS GOLD BEFORE GNOMGAR GO BADGER ON YER BALLS!"
A nat 1 on Intimidation check. The Zhentarim agents scoff and one of them makes the bad decision to pull out some shackles and move to detain Gnomegar.
"GNOMEGAR WArNED YE ZENNY"!"
Gnomegar was, as mentioned before, raised by badgers. Honey badgers to be more specific. He wears a hooded mantle made out of a dire honey badger pelt. And he knows all their ways. So he drops his acts, enters a rage, charges on all four, and without hesitation. Bites into the crotch of the poor Zentharim who approached him with the shackles.
I think Gnomgar was lv 5 at this point.
Gnomegar made a Single Attack, Lethal Damage (Improved Unarmed Strike Feat), Critical hit Nat 20, Confirmed critical 15+, unarmed attack, bite 1d2+8(rage & Str)+1d4(Magic Item that gave 1d4 to unarmed attacks) bludgeoning damage. It ended up being over 10+ damage to the man's balls. The average human only has around 20-30 hp.
The GM rolled on a critical hit table he had and after a while asked me to describe how Gnomegar publically castrates a grown adult man using dirty gnome teeth.
I will not go into detail but here is a brief description.
There was a lot of screaming and gasps of horror. And the smell of urine and blood filled the room. And then there was a horrid sound of flesh being torn of flesh followed by a high-pitched screech that could break glass. And then the sound of people throwing up and somebody collapsing.
Gnomgar spits out his grisly trophy on the floor as the crying Zentharim lies on the floor crying and looks with a gore-stained grin towards the other Zentharim agents.
"Gnomgar willing to trade balls for gold if ye not give Gnomegar, Gnomegar's gold. Now."
Did not even need an intimidation check. The Zhentarim agents dropped the chest, grabbed their neutered companion, and ran out of the guard office screaming in panic.
The Zhentarim removed the bounty after that and Gnoemgar got a lot of looks of respect (read fear and terror) from the town guard and people as the story of him 'Going Badger on a man's Balls' spread like wildfire. The party had to leave town after that after too many possible clients and quest givers wanted nothing to do with the "Gnomegar the Mad Badger".
Though Gnomegar loved his new nickname he felt it was a bit unfair, he paid the town guard 1010 gold as an apology for breaking and staining their floor.
Yeah. It was amazing but disturbing. :)
I’m currently working on a grand campaign inspired by the Lands Beyond the Ice Walls theme. I’m gonna use the AdEva ruleset which uses Dark Heresy to run Evangelion campaigns. I hope to have a lot of oh sh%t it worked moments since the players will control giant robots
This is my first time playing D&D, so I didn’t know the extent of all the things I could do. Our party was fighting an owl bear for the first time and getting absolutely smoked. I got backed up into a tree so I decided to climb it. So now I’m just stuck climbing this tree with an owl bear swinging at my legs with no idea what to do. One of the other players suggest I should run across the owl bear. I look at my DM like, can I do that? He’s like yes you can try. So I do just that with some lucky rolls I run across the top of the owl bear and jump off of him, narrowly escaping and attack of opportunity. As I land I slide on my knees and do a turnaround and shoot it with my bow. The owl bear takes it turn me and immediately downs me. It was the combo of my first time playing, barely getting missed, and the slide after I was just like I can’t believe I did that lol
Hi, dm here. My party at like lvl 4 set a trap with monster bait to get a chimera to come to them (it was rampaging through some towns periodically). They decided to set up a log swing trap to knock some of its hp down so they could handle it in a fight.
To their amazement, the trap worked and made it just barely manageable. One of them was a bit crispy though.
My best H.S.i. W moment was on a disadvantaged reflex save. A wolf had my character by the neck and I said (in-game mind you) "f*ck this and f*ck you. I cast call lightning." Double nat 20 on the save.
In a tales of the yawning portal game, my bard founded a city by offering them wages. I had poured my soul into making this city as crazy as possible, with clerics, wizards, dwarven-built 6 feet thick walls, etc. Why? Because the full force of about 50,000 giants and 50,000 drow was attacking my city first, as it was to be the first wall of defense between Faerun and the army. We switched to playing with xp for this session, and awarded half for bluffing. I was an eloquence bard with maxed out charisma (tomes of leadership and influence got me to a +10) and got enough xp to multiclass into cleric and a bit of fighter. I then used divine intervention and wish to cast mirage arcane with damage dealing. This allowed my character so much xp (not all of them were in the first wave) my character became a god and fought the deities behind it all. Shapechange is a hell of a spell, and I won. Still my favorite character, and all the players were fine with the whole thing (as far as I know) since I and the DM were the only ones fully invested at that point.
Sorry for the monologue.
Decided to try seducing a mind flayer as a rogue due to a dare from a friend. Did not expect to crit on the seduce roll
I was dungeon master to a star wars dnd that i made from scratch, My friends were going across the galaxy trying to “stop” the death star construction by stealing the plans (ofc it didn’t work i just made something that i thought about and went with it) They got to mustafar and to Darth Vaders Fortress and one of the which was a “bounty hunter” turned out to be a inquisitor and vader showed up and they began fighting but I made vader watch as my two friends fought against the the traitor and the traitor killed one of my friends twice 😭 He shot him with a blaster and began fighting his girl (she was apart of it) they fight but A (i’m calling my friend who died A) he had rolled a high saving roll only for the traitor to shoot him again killing him. After that both the traitor and his girl were fighting and he had the upper hand. She was killed but rolled a NAT 20 saving her life and began fighting back and he would attack with more anger and rolled a 17 against a 10. He killed her again but for her 2nd saving throw SHE GOT A NAT 20 AGAIN!!! As they kept fighting i was waiting to see how it turned out because i only had two endings but when she managed to kill him and he tried to save but rolled a nat 1 and she won the fight we all lost our fucking minds and were laughing hysterically at the fact that he killed her twice but she got this main character energy from no where and whooped his ass 😂😂 that was the best DM moment and the best dnd game i’ve ever played
Simple, my barbarian failed to climb a ladder so he raged and broke it off, charged 2 enemies with it pinning them to a wall, they then got cooked by the Dragonborn's breath weapon
This wasn't my roll and check, but a player from an old group I was part of.
Tldr we get to this vampire who was kidnapping children and eating them. We had a stoner druid who walked up to the vampire during his big speech, placed his hand on the vampires shoulder and began talking like a concerned friend.
DM tells him to make a slight of hand check to see if the vampire even allows himself to be touched like that, and our druid passes it with flying colors easily because the vampire sucked. There were two puns there for ya lol
Anyway, so the vampire is perplexed and the DM says the player has 1 full round to make his point before initiative is rolled so make it snappy
The drugged up druid goes
"Duuuude brosif, chillax my guy... What's with like, all the killing man? Eating babies ain't cool, brotha. Just because the world looks at you as a monster on the outside, doesn't mean you gotta be a monster on the inside."
As he pats the vampires chest right over his heart
The druid rolls Charisma and... Something like a 12. Not very high.
But the vampire? Rolling against the check just for shits and giggles?
Nat.
Fucking.
One.
Vampire was so heart broken and touched that he renounced his vile ways and begged, sobbing for forgiveness as our Paladin rests his hand upon him and says... "Sezelrian forgives you."
So, during Rime of the Frostmaiden, my party ran into a headless golem. Now, the party artificer, Teo, was full of crazy ideas, it was kind of their player's entire thing. So, she came up with a 'simple' idea: we weren't going to destroy the rampaging, giant golem smashing its way blindly through everything. Oh no: she was going to have the Fighter fast ball special her (she was a Kobold) onto it, climb inside of it, disable it from inside its neck hole, all while the rest of the party tried to restrain or incapacitate it without accidentally killing her while she was inside of it.
My Druid, Daphne, who, as stated in past videoes, is a skunk horse homebrew chimera, used her summon Draconic Spirit, who I named Voltaire, try to restrain it while everyone else did their thing. Daphne also made annoyed horse noises because out of universe, this was discussed, inuniverse, it just happened.
Well, despite the fact this should not have worked...at all. Multiple high rolls, including I believe several nat 20s, it did...including the roll for her to repurpose the golem into a FREAKING MINI MECHA for her.
That went so off the rails, we had to end the session solely for the DM to comprehend the insanity of what happened and figure out how in blue blazes this was going to actually work.
Good times.
My Lizardfolk, a homebrewed Shaman class, dove over the side of her ship in order to retrieve a lost fishing rod after our sorcerer rolled a Nat 1 to hold onto it. Unfortunately, the rod had snagged in the jaws of A BLINK SHARK. So while my character was able to quickly grab hold of the rod and cut it free, the shark had teleported both itself and her into the middle of the ocean.
Seeing the shark now turning on her, my character throws one last hail mary to save her life. As a Shaman, she has Speak with Animals always active.
"Ah don't suppose you'd be interested in getting me back to my ship? I'm not much of a meal, but I'd happily give you a bunch of fish we caught the other day."
Nat 20 on a persuasion check. Which was with a -1 on the bonus!
The shark agreed, swimming me back to the boat in exchange for the fish, which I did give him. What my party saw was my supposedly dead character rise from the water astride a terrible beast, line-less fishing rod in hand, and a grin on my face. I handed the rod back to the sorcerer, who had borrowed it from another party member, and made surre to thank my new friend for his assistance.
I named him Brucie.
Gotta good one for you...
Unlikely party maybe, but hey. There's me a halfling arcane trixter, a racist asamir cleric (hates short people) a furbolg druid and finally a goliath barbarian with bad intelligence rolls....
Fast forward: We get to a doorway that we scoped out the next room as having 4 lizard folk guarding a passage down a hole. I, being the rogue, am peeking around the door waving four fingers to indicate four enemies but the goliath failed an intelligence roll... again. Fortunately, he counts aloud "4....3.....2....."
Bonus action.... we kick the door open and try for surprise and it works.... 4 dead lizard dudes and a hole the barbarian jumps down.... when he does he fakes it being a deep hole. Perception check anyone? I lean over the side to see what happened and he grabs me, pulls me down and holds me face to face with another lizard dude who I panic and pop a crit...
The hole was only 7 feet deep.....