I Was Fine With My Character’s Death Until I Saw The Statue | Narrated D&D Story

[@allthingsdnd]

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[@niko3648]

I only had 1 dnd character die in my four years of playing and it was a total tpk of two dnd groups fighting against an evil army. All of his dnd games are connected so that heavily effected his entire world.

[@prusin-senpai6013]

I love you m8

[@IrishDragon666]

First character death was heartbreaking. Yavina Bloodrock, half-orc eldritch knight! I played her during quite a dark point in my life. Years later I realized that she represented certain parts of my personality I was learning to let go of at the time and her death symbolized a new chapter in-game and in real life. This is the true power of D&D and why I set up a company to create content. I've spoken with so many people, depressed, suicidal, homeless, and D&D helped save their lives. Though a stone giant beat you to a pulp because you wouldn't stay down, your memory lives on, Yavina! Thanks for the shout out on the video btw. Paddy Finn (from PDG)

[@matty4z]

this story was amazing! not Onyxia the dragon or Oohgie the smithy forge amazing but still an amazing story! much like the story with Golem 6B was ^-^

[@matty4z]

@@niko3648 thats some epic work from the DM right there

[@ChristopherMB87]

My brother’s Paladin, Sir Isaac, valiantly fell in battle holding back dozens of skeletons and a Death Knight so his party could escape. To this day in his honor, there is a holy order in my campaigns called the Knights of St. Isaac, who follow his example and any player can join through a quest line.

[@kishinasura1989]

Helm and Torm would be proud

[@canedy999]

I imagine eric got a very warm welcome into his godess's realm with an end like that.

[@meowpurpur]

A very Wyrm welcome indeed...

[@canedy999]

@@meowpurpur I can't believe I missed that pun. I am ashamed of myself T_T.

[@keitaro373]

Honestly, with the name Eric, it is reminding me of "Lucky Jack and his bee companion, Eric" which was Steven Colbert's character for the two times he appeared on critical role. I just keep thinking that this Eric got reincarnated somehow into the bee xD

[@joaosoares-rr5mj]

everybody in there must have been clapping for him

[@jones1171]

There's nothing better as a DM than successfully making the world feel alive.

[@catandrobbyflores]

Saddest death I had was for my Triton fighter named Aquena. She was the queen of the sea, mother of two twin half triton half dwarf sons, and wife of Orion Thunderbeard, tempest cleric of Odin.She died not in battle but gave her life so the next group of heroes could have a chance at stopping an evil God from reawakening. Aquena had in her possession the Crown of Tides, a crown that had a jewel that allowed her to control the very ocean itself. It also allowed her to extend her life for hundreds of years longer than she should have lived and keep her young. The jewel was needed to restore a mighty weapon to defeat the God. After fending off an invasion force with the current party of heros she made the choice to remove the jewel and give it to the party. She turned into bubbles in her husband's arms. This was a very emotional scene for me because Aquena was the first character of mine to have a happy ending and life with a family. My dm allowed me to play her one last time for this with an entirely new group of players. I was crying the whole time I played out her death and so was my dm. She went from lost, betrayed princess, to wife and queen. Saved many lives and 3 kingdoms in her lifetime and died a hero still.

[@joxyver]

You are the only person that can make “She turned into bubbles in her husbands arms.” Not funny and instead extremely emotional.

[@catandrobbyflores]

@@joxyver thank you, I wasn't sure if anyone else would see it that way. I was expecting "lol little mermaid much" in the comments. It felt like a piece of myself had died that day and the bubbles was the price she paid. The crown took everything as its price. Her family couldn't mourn her properly.

[@joxyver]

@@catandrobbyflores I’m sorry for your loss but she will live on in the hearts of her friends and her kingdom. She will live on in the hearts of her husband and children and most of all she will live on in the heart of the sea. Long live Queen Aquena, her deeds and her loving grace will be known as vast as the very waters she had cared for.

[@catandrobbyflores]

@@joxyver you actually made me cry, thank you for the lovely words.

[@joxyver]

@@catandrobbyflores You are welcome and I wish you the best of luck for your other characters and their adventures.

[@SanadaRyu86]

I have a Warforged, and my, now EX, played a Dyrad that lived in the wooden skeleton, while acting as his conceince. He did not die, but during the end of the campaign the Dryad was separated from him due to him being flung into another plain. This Warforged was a straight fighter, but through the campaign had Elder Elementals grafted into his body, for magical effects. DM had me roll a d100 cause without the Dyrad to call him down he would go into a mindless rage. We ended the campaign there. He has made appearance in two other campaigns now. First was as the BBEG that took place well over an elven life span in the future. We had to kill him in what the DM said was his 'Perfected' form. The most recent.. He was still under construction, but the DM noted there was something familiar about the wooden skeleton being worked on.

[@The_mekboy_you_deserve]

I originally thought from the title that it was a not so great ending story, but then got struck by light as it revealed its true ending and not the one I supposed would happen.

[@allthingsdnd]

Best stories are those who do not end like we think they would 🤲

[@Solrex_the_Sun_King]

Eh, that's why I disliked it for clickbait. I thought this was a DnD horror story

[@DerivativeOfJungbluth]

@@Solrex_the_Sun_King Weird, I checked it over and over again and I couldn't find anything saying it was a D&D horror story, funny, huh? Almost like you are full of bullshit, right?

[@avis199]

@@Solrex_the_Sun_King bruh, really? That doesn't make it clickbait. It never said in the title "d&d horror story" you just assumed that, and your *assumption* was wrong. Thats a you problem, not a problem with the video.

[@meroulkas6517]

@@avis199 to be honest the title really go to that way

[@mercerholt8299]

So slight story I had kobold paladin of Bahumut named Kildrak. Throughout the campaign anytime our group ran into other paladins he always made it a pint to go up to then and seek advice and counsel. Our final fight was against an ancient black dragon named Vilgerath who was a follower of tiamat. The fight was going great till Vilgerath created two damn dragon sekeltons for support. Our wizard Serana who mind you was a high elf who looked at Kildrak like an older sister was knocked unconscious. Kildrak used his last use of lay on hands to bring Serana back then asked for her staff of power. His last words to his party was his catch phrase "It's not the size of the dragon in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dragon." He then smiled as he jumped at Vilgerath smash the staff of power against its head breaking it with smite. The resulting explosion of magic was enough to kill both. When the party found Kildraks body they noticed his scales weren't a copper color anymore but Platinum. From then on that DM uses that phrase for the order of Bahumut.

[@RedCrusader-ph2vk]

I really love the glory stories that break up the monotony between horror stories

[@niko3648]

Yes!

[@tomsawyerpiper9412]

I like to imagine the dragon convo going something like: You aren’t fit even to pick out of my teeth! Perhaps that’s true, but I’ll give ya the mother of all bellyaches before it’s done!

[@Chirpysemperboy]

"You don't understand. I have faced bandits, evil lords, and worse...the fact it took a Dragon to kill is pride enough as it is."

[@GreaterGrievobeast55]

There’s always something endearing on the unlikely knight archetype! Eric very much reminds me of a non dnd OC i’m working on with a similar herotic dreams despite being smol. He certainly went out the coolest way imaginable, showing that dragon what for! YIRBEL LIVES!

[@Battleguild]

Saddest character death I had was when my Wild Magic Sorcerer was knocked down by Hobgoblins, and no one in the rest of the party even bothered to lift a finger to help, because they didn't want to deal with Wild Magic Surges.

[@shadiafifi54]

Now that's just tragic.

[@nickangelosuson2454]

Me who mostly has low IQ warriors: No One Left Behind!

[@JoshTheHoffman]

@@nickangelosuson2454 I have had some asshole characters who would see a golden opportunity. If saved there will be a debt and more loyalty build which can be used. (:

[@nobodyatallwhatsoever6957]

Yeah, noted. Won't be playing Wild Mage unless it's in a lawful good party with people I trust lol

[@TheWackyWorkbench]

So my first character death was a bit unusual, as you will see. My first campaign, I played Grenlo, the Eladrin Necromancer in an all evil party, and reclaimed the throne of the feywild, and using the wish spell to delete the shadowfel. That campaign ended at level 18, after we conquered the kingdom. My second campaign, I was a Dwarven Swords bard named Ogram Obsidian (still a favorite). The thing is, the second campaign was a sequel to the first, as a sort of post-apocalyptic medeival world after a war the first evil party won to rule the land. We eventually make it to level 20, and charged the castle we ended the last campaign in. It ended up being a clash against powered up versions of our old characters. Ogram was on like 2 hp, and the dm said I could use my remaining hp to insta-kill grenlo, but i die instantly. Ogram plunged his greatsword into Grenlo's stomach, and both distintigrated to ash in a holy fire.

[@SoutaCherry]

Talk about irony…

[@tholgrimstonebeard5943]

My first rpg was Shadowrun, and my first character was a troll street sam. He died at the hand of flesh-eating monsters, and ended up coming back as the campaign's big bad.

[@TheWackyWorkbench]

YOO SHADOWRUN LOVE

[@tholgrimstonebeard5943]

@@TheWackyWorkbench Shadowrun love!

[@jamesmills5326]

It isn't my character who died, but a npc who allowed my character to gain his freedom once more. I recently swapped in a secondary character into my friends Odyssey of the DragonLords run after my Way of the drunken fist Lizardfolk monk did a oopsie and gave his name to the Fey, rendering him a shell of a man as in his culture, a name is your honor. Stage left, they enter. The party sadly wanders through town, the sting of the now missing drunk lizard weighing heavily on them as they are suddenly blocked of travel by a group of guards. "What's going on?!?" Our wizard asks, not in ANY mood for shit after the Fey encounter. (he got turned into a deer, then back into a person but they aged him for mid 30's to 19 so he's dealing with THAT) "We finally caught them... The Devils Wake." Hearing this, the party freezes and I can almost feel the stares as my new character, Rolmir Damlyre the Stygian (Tiefling) Captain of the New Moon, the Flagship of the Devils Wake fleet is led past in shackles, his men bound close behind him. Small time skip Party finds themselves at a arena soon after growing curious about the fate of the pirates they have just witnessed. It helps that we have another pirate in the party in our Barbarian Minotaur. Finding their seats they watch as the confused crew is led into the arena, the shackles falling away as they look about. The King speaks: "I know you all hold hate in your hearts for these *Devils* but the Gods have decided to give them a chance at life. Only one of you may leave this place alive." And with that, the other gate opens revealing our executioner. I can't totally remember what it was called but think Volibear from LoL and give him 3 foot long claws. After a desperate fight, watching his entire crew slaughtered one by one, Rolmir and his first mate manage to slay the mighty beast, but not before it sending Rolmir to the ground like a bag of potatoes. He felt pride, happiness, excitement at the prospect of leaving, returning to his ship, and fleeing back to the ocean... But we know stories don't have movie endings anymore. "You've slain the beast... But I still see two men before me... Only *one* of you may leave." Rolmir, not having any fight left in his body, slowly drags himself up to his knees. He looks at his first mate with sadness in his eyes. "It's alright lad... You're a good man. Do what must be done." He closed his eyes, preparing for the bite of the blade to his throat but... Nothing came. *SHINK* His eyes snap open at the silent cry of pain. Before him stands his first mate, his own sword plunged deep into his heart. "It was an honor to sail with you... May we meet again on the Golden Coast"

[@SoutaCherry]

“May we meet again on the Golden Coast” I’ll remember those words forever.

[@malshai1789]

one of my character, Daylin a female human way of the death monk and one of my friends, franor a male dwarf fighter, both died of exhaustion (we played the rule that if we fight more than 1hour of turns ( litterally multiples sessions) we gaine all exahustion level ) they died on a pile of dead gnolls, blocking a city door, while the rest of the party, and guards were evacuating the city. they had a thing for each other but nevert told anyone. while fighting they did said the thing to each other, and the rest of the party discovered them hand in hand. still crying about that everytime

[@korybrager3628]

One of my players parties had to move away, so recently, I planned an encounter with a massive red and black worm. The purpose of the worm was to allow for the narrow escape of a major villain, so I knew they would not defeat it. But they had an NPC Guide, Tegi the Catfolk Barbarian and his enchanted Boar Spear who leapt on top of the beast causing both to topple over the edge of the bridge into darkness. The players said it was a very Tegi thing, and appreachiated the closure for his character.

[@spawnofmutran5198]

I had a character whose death led to the birth of my next one. After my dragonborn ranger and his warpriest cohort died facing down an undead horde led by an undead gold dragon, a volcano god caused an eruption to commemorate their final stand. In that volcano was a magma dragon egg, dormant for centuries, which finally came spewing out and landed near the one party member who teleported away from the battle. Because of the divine power behind the eruption, the wyrmling inside the egg was bestowed a mythic tier and exploded out from his eggshell as a high level in monk/rogue. He was probably the most overpowered character I ever played.

[@blackdemonknight]

Mine happened at the end of the campaign, Stig Nigel the Human Paldin who was both to two nations (Gersha and Stalder) who hated each other, his thing was he never showed his face, he also survived an attack on his Mercnary group he believes thanks to his god who saw he chose to fight rather then escape. He gained a rivalry with one of the games main antaganists Kerass who was an immortal former king of Stalder who weilds a cursed axe that keeps him alive but longs to be free from it, who was following the party on orders of the Goddess of the sea that some of the party angered early on. After some dimensional and time travel situations the party found themselves in the past and Stig found the axe and took it, in order to figure it out but found himself mentally having to resist the axe claiming his mind, but during the near end of the game the axe managed to take root in his head and they came face to face with Kerass who waas nor becoming more like the God of Death he was said to be. Having been falling the void between dimentions with the voice of the axe as sole company he was fully corrupted by it. As the fight went on Kerass soon became enraged and escaped into a portal chasing the Collector, but Stig knew there was still a problem, he was still linked to the axe and the only way to seperate was for Stig to enter the unstable portal, he did so after some farewells to his friends and steps into it. His sacrifice went on into legends, the people of Stalder pursured more honorable means then cruelty and Gersha became a lot more accepting of other people and races, Stig was even considered a religious figure who people worshipped and he was added into the Hall of Heroes. His actions even reached the ears of a young king Kerass who hearing how he gave up the portential for power to keep the world safe took this lesson to heart and never pursued the axe. But Stig story didn't end here, as he was embracing his body being seperate, he was saved again by his god, who told him 'Do you think I would lose my most faithful servant that easily? Get up boy, there is work to be done' Stig accepted and went on to become a god working along side his god in the realm of the gods.

[@christopherbravo1813]

I would love to see All Things D&D narrate this story

[@blackdemonknight]

@@christopherbravo1813 Thank you ^^ I did submit it on All Things DnD's page but not sure if he will

[@Bladez10]

This brought tears to my eyes. Truly beautiful.

[@LonelyAssassin96]

The Tale of the Golden Smurf; A story my dad likes to tell from back in his navy days, circa 1984: He was running a game of AD&D for some of his squad mates who had formed a gaming group. One of them was playing a cleric who had a wonderous ring that each day would grant a different effect based on a table. One day, the ring rolled the "Midas Touch" effect. Well, later they found themselves in a cave fighting a horde of goblins, and the cleric, being unable to heal the party due to the ring's daily effect, figured he'd make himself useful by touching as many goblins as he could get in his reach, thereby turning them to gold. Now, my dad and one of the others had homebrewed a Smurf race for them to have a bit of fun with, and one of the other guys at the table was playing a Smurf fighter. Who got dangerously wounded in the fight against the goblins. So, in a panic and not wanting to lose his small friend, the Cleric laid hands to heal his fellow party member. My dad, the DM, asked if he was absolutely sure he wanted to that, and without hesitation, he said "YES!" "Okay. You find yourself holding a golden smurf." The respective players grumbled, and the man playing said smurf sat aside so he could roll up a new character later. Somewhere, in my dad's gaming world, there is an old cleric who keeps a golden statue of a valiant smurf fighter on his mantel.

[@thecharmingone3931]

Special recognition should go to those taunts Eric had for the dragon. If he had Vicious Mockery, the fight would've been over there.

[@RavenSaint1]

I had a young half dark elf thief orphan. I had found a green dragon egg and wanted to raise the dragonette that would hatch. Our Paladin was okay with it as long as I understood that if it was evil instead of neutral, I had to slit its throat myself otherwise he would kill both of us. Our fighter argued with my mentor, a high elf wizard about something involving the now dead green dragon that was the mother of the egg I had been sitting on and trying to protect. Little did I know it was about the wizard willing to help me raise the dragon to be a mount for me, since Green Dragons were good at being wizards or Druid-esque beings. The Dwarf barbarian yelled that he had found another egg, and I hopped up to gather up that egg, it was a trick between the barbarian and the fighter to get me and the wizard away from the egg. The Dwarf threw his heavy axe at the egg I had just left, then the fighter dropped into the egg's shell to "soak" in the egg white/yolk, killing the tiny dragon attached to the yolk. They both laughed and I went after the fighter in the egg, he was at serious disadvantage, but the Barbarian attacked me from behind with a magic item he had found in the dragon's hoard that disintegrated beings and objects when thrown by one who knew the runic spell carved into it. He had wanted to kill my Half Drow since I joined the party, even though I saved his life like 5 times by this point, and got his axe back twice because he had let go of it, did I mention this axe was handed down to him by his ancestors? swearing on his ancestor's graves to never let it go or be stolen. Well, he knew how to read an ancient dialect of dwarven that just happened to be what the spell was written in. It was like using a scroll, all you had to have was a high enough stat in the correct mental ability to read it and cast it. He had it, and he had a high enough dex to be a dead shot, he got a natural 20 and I was at disadvantage since I had my back to him and I trusted the group to have my back at this time. The fighter made sure that the dust left of me was scattered before the wizard and paladin could grab it up. Without at least 2/3 of the dust, I could not be resurrected by a priest. The paladin had my gold, since he was filling in as a father figure to keep me on the path to good and possibly become a paladin myself. Another dragon egg story. Misidentified an egg. It was a cursed coatl egg, the egg was under an illusion. Undead baby dragon, that was the re-incarnation of a draco-lich through his cultists. His goal was to kill the coatl's eggs and hatchlings that had killed his previous body. Ending the blood line of the coatl of the area, as he had killed her mate before she killed him. I died then while defending the hatchlings. I had bad luck whenever dealing with dragons in general. Never mind the black-green dragon hybrids in one game. Acidic chlorine clouds for breath, and blind sight. Never mind that I had found a way around the hybrid nest and everyone ignored me, I had a halfling who was a dragon scholar master at that time.

[@Opalline14]

Could be wrong, but it sounds more like that group didn't like you out of character for some odd reason and wanted to find a chance to be assholes. I get it's just a game, but damn, that half-drow's story had my blood boiling.

[@TheAchilles26]

My first character was a Half Orc Paladin who bravely died fighting a demon. The next campaign in that setting started with the new party meeting at his memorial statue

[@eternalmood1846]

That is probably the best change of pace. Most stories nowadays are "how this horrible person did this" or "how I had my campaign ruined" or whatever. But this? Hearing this story reminds me that DMs can be one of the most powerful storytellers ever.

[@oexterminatuso778]

Half elf knight of Cormyr. During a pseudo apocalypse he led an army against a giant demon horde and fought all the way to the portal. He took some wounds and lost his left arm. However, Alaric used an axe and shield, so this didn't affect him. Once we reached the portal we realized we would have no way to close it from the other side without halting the flow from Hell. So he jumped inside without a second thought and started killing, and killing, and killing. The last sight anyone saw was him facing down endless hordes of demons and laughing as he killed. Some say he still fights on, even to this day, preventing the portal from being reopened. All I could think of was the song "Free will sacrifice" and the god Grimnir, from warhammer fantasy. it seemed fitting for Alaric.

[@Nightmareblackop]

Damn even i cried at the end...that was so touching lol

[@theghostoftheuchiha1999]

Hello DM here and My first character death was an Ancient Vampire Lord I created to be my party’s first true Villain. I basically made him into Dracula. I mixing Bram Strokher’s Book with Netflix’s Castlevaina as well as some other stuff from movies and books about the Legendary Impaler. In the campaign I created there was a country covered in Darkness that I called Tenebria. It basically had dark glommy clouds, grey landscape, dead trees, and was constantly dark. There being no sun allowed to shine in the land. In this country there was also of course Monsters of all shapes and sizes (Werewolves, Vampires, Demonic Beasts, Zombies, etc) and due to this the Kingdom of Noctia was suffering under the effects of being in a land where there was no sun. Not alot of food for people, monster attacks, and basically a depressed air. Party of course sees this in each town they visit within the Kingdom and they are like “We have to save these people.” Enter in a NPC who is actually my Villain disguised as a random Noble that has been hearing about the party visiting each town and saving it by fixing the food problem temporarily with whatever resources or magic they have (one was a Druid so she could make plants with fruits grow without the sun and the other was the son to a man who ran a group of people that delievered stuff all across the world and had his father send some food over to the villages establishing trade routes to the Kingdom. Anyways the Noble basically tells the party that the King of this land is an Ancient Vampire Lord who is under the servive of a Dark God. This Dark God has been the one to turn the land into what it is now and the only reason why the Vampire Lord is working for it is because the Dark God is what made him into a Vampire Lord in the first place. My Villain does this because he doesn’t want to actually be a Villain anymore. He is tired. He once chose to be a Vampire Lord long ago yes, but now he is forced to forever be binded to this God. He cant die because the God keeps reviving him when he does lose. Hes also expected to put up an actual fight so he cant hold back either or else the God just torments or controls him. So the party hearing what their villain was like from this Noble of course decide that this is a big problem and have to research a way for the connection between the two to be broken. Eventually they figure out that the Paladin player’s Goddess can actually step in and sever the link between Vampire Lord and Dark God as she is stronger than the God due to her having more followers as well as being a high Major God while he was barely out of Minor God status. Throughout their quest to now invade the castle of the King their Noble friend is leading the way. They helping the party to the throne room. Now at this point the party had been friendly with this Noble and had become decently aquatinted. They liked the man’s personality and how he was seemingly a good person for a Noble and how he lamented not being able to help the people of the Kingdom more. Because of this relationship it was fun for me to play out the party entering an empty throne room and asking The King to show himself and then basically breaking their hearts as the friend they had made walked up towards the throne, turned to the party, smiled at them sadly, and said “I am sorry my friends, but now our time must end for I am the man you must face.” and after he spoke he took off his noble robes revealing his armored outfit underneath and his weapon. I gave my party multiple chances throughout their time getting to know the Noble NPC to see if they could get through the disguise with Perception checks, but they all rolled low so they never noticed or thought anything was wrong with him. Anyways by now my party had weapons that were able to kill Vampires as well as had the plan to sever the bond between my first Villain and the Big Bad Guy of the Story the Dark God. However it was tough for them to fight the man they called their friend. The bard tried to get through to my character and almost succeeded in making the fight stop, but then i had the BBG interfer. The Dark God assuming control over the Vampires body and continuing the fight anyways. This made it easier for the Paladin to sever the connection between the Vampire’s body and the God, but in the end they still needed to kill their friend. It helped them start going after the BBG as well as was a good growing moment for them. It allowed them to see that not all monsters are evil and that there may be some who just want their suffering to end or want a chance to make things right. It lead to some good moments later on when they became strong enough and had specific weapons or items or abilities to separate the Dark God’s control over certain people. They never forgot the first friend turned villain though and how they failed him. So it was fun having them go back to that Kingdom and having them try to defend the mans good name when all of the villagers were now in a sunny land with no monsters and good food thanks to the party killing him. They all assumed the King was evil and had a hand in the land being the way it was, but in reality it was only the Dark God’s influence over the land through the Vampire that caused it.

[@sharkdentures3247]

100% agree. My "first" Campaign world I designed had MANY changes (on the Map & otherwise) due to the actions of the PCs. And that continued to exist long after the Player Character's lives ended.

[@Razdasoldier]

My favorite character was a human rogue who ended up taking over the world. In his late 80s the world gathered together again to slay him (this was fine since he was an old man who learned through the campaign not to seek immortality). Years later we played a oneshot in the same world and found out that a cult had formed in his name keeping true to his long held belief that you never cast a spell unless it is through the power of a magic item.

[@remygallardo7364]

My bard/necromancer Verdan named Asphodel who hasn't died but his relationship with death has definitely evolved over his adventures and I'm 1000% loving it. He started out an orphaned Verdan, ripped from his family on their way to the surface, taken in by a colony of Myconids. Being raised by morally grey neutral necromantic creatures he never really comprehended what was "lost" when someone died because he believed in death, decomposition, and rebirth as the natural good of the world. He was never too interested in practicing necromancy and was a bard first because it was a bard that helped him overcome his trauma and break his mutism. Being a charismatic optimist however he formed relationships readily on his journeys and inevitably when those around him died due to whatever circumstance it started to change his understanding of death. He still uses necromancy but his reluctance comes across in all of his raised servants being vocally or through body language loathe to do their duty, and makes sure to gentle repose every body he uses rather than maintaining a group of servants. He started neutral and weirdly comfortable with the deaths of those around him, friend or foe, but currently is very anxious about death and always chooses less than lethal and subduing targets if possible, and if not, insists on respect for everyone no matter how evil. He carries a reproducing spore pouch from his childhood colony and makes sure to bury some with every grave he makes. This aids in helping the body return to the soil and be reborn but also being Myconid in nature consumes any residual magic in the body and also returns it to the world. Subtly he has a pact with the Sovereign that raised him to try and seed colonies in areas of stagnant, over-concentrated magic to help restore the balance and cycle of the wild. Long term I hope that that will reduce the power of long established magical groups and make the world a more fair, if wild, place to live.

[@jeremiahlewis410]

Man, I love these type of stories.

[@allthingsdnd]

Glad you enjoyed!

[@ebear5595]

This is the most touching D&D story I've ever heard

[@cblpo4ek650]

Hey! I just wanted to say thank you so much. If not for your Chaotic-Neutral characters video, I would have never discovered DnD. It changed my life so much in the better way

[@pizzaa_party]

I do this for my players all the time, it's probably the best reward you can give them

[@roguedoombot9123]

My 7th lvl (2nd edition) Dwarf fighter was with his party scoping out a cave possably being used by some cultists. We eventually found a larger cavern with a menacing altar with a local girl tied to it, she was kidnapped the prevous night and we were also looking for her. The cultists came in and swarmed us. We fought off the chaff until the Magic-user came in. I was in the process in freeing the girl when the Mage let loose a fireball at us. I was on low hp and knew this might do me in so I declared I would cover the girl in an attempt to sheild her. Girl was saved but I was at deaths door. The mage was gloating over my corpse and the DM handed me a note saying I could do 1 action for my selfless act. With the last of my Strenght I planed my axe into the Mages back with a soild hit while w.he was casting another spell. "Ye talk too much..." were myblast words and Jarn passd on. I disrupted the spell and the party finshed him off.

[@shadiafifi54]

He died as any Dwarf should; telling some uppity longshanks to shut his noise hole.

[@spaztime7902]

Love it

[@maruk091]

Oh man that reminds me of my human rogue/wizard I made for a campaign years ago. Everyone in his famy was an adventurer of sorts. Though none of them entirely fond of magic except the healing kind. As a result most of them were martials classes. My character (Sven) when he left took an old shortsword family heirloom and left to go adventure. The party he met up with found a village that was pretty much destroyed and the only building standing was the inn which had pretty much Everyone inside it. Skipping sessions later Sven has been giving money to the town which sort of became a base of operations for the party and making it flourish into an actual town. Unfortunately Sven died to a black dragon and never saw it completed. But there was a fountain made in his honor. That had an inscription of something he said in a letter he sent the mayor when he sent gold to help the town.

[@theshopkeepr]

I had a guest character that only showed up for a few sessions of my friend's modern fantasy horror campaign but I remember how devastated one of the party members was when I died. I was an aasimar who was looking for my partner, and our party was accidentally split in half in this illusory plane, with most of the party following the gunslinger, while me and the bard wandered off following clouds. The DM had me roll Insight and I rolled low. Suddenly, my partner was there and I was overjoyed and followed them without question. The bard, who we had jokingly strapped to my chest earlier, was nervous, but ultimately couldn't see anything wrong either. We ended up flying up into the sky, just gliding around each other, when they turned to me, cupped my cheek, and with the most loving smile, called me a stupid fool and melted into wax, burning my wings away. I already knew I was going to die, I only had 40-something hp, and from the height we were falling from, there was no way I'd survive. So as my last act, I Shape Water'd the bard, wrapped my now very burned wings around them, and told them thank you for being with me. I was dead on impact. The poor bard wasn't even able to bury me, with too many unknown enemies around, and just took my trident and ran. Luckily, it was my death that woke the others from their illusions and they were able to escape. Unfortunately, the campaign was cut short due to a falling out between players, so they never did get their major character arcs, but in the last session, I returned, still dead, but as a guide for the party through limbo and into their pre-horror world.

[@prusin-senpai6013]

I'm drunk, and I'm eating pasta rn. I love you whoever you are. I wish you a great day pal :D

[@docop8926]

Are u one of those dudes that walk around at a party telling everyone u love them when you're drunk? Lol

[@prusin-senpai6013]

​@@docop8926 I will not deny or confirm your theory. I'm just drunk and I love you m8 and everyone :D no matter what! unless you're a pedophile then I'm angery >:(

[@docop8926]

@@prusin-senpai6013 haha, love u to mate

[@prusin-senpai6013]

@@docop8926 :DDD

[@artie9940]

Haha love you too friend, thanks for the comment, made me smile

[@kly8105]

Damn, I was expecting some sort of Alundra/Kenshin moment where the PC washes of on a beach without memory or something, and then sees their own statue. But just normal death strikes the same way. The part about the village with both species honoring the altar though, is simply amazing, dm went above and beyond honoring the paladin, loved that.

[@jadoaesra3011]

my dude, that might be the first ever advertisement that actually made me say I want that

[@hellhounds2034]

i had a character named Galabor. a purple dragonborn who was a dad and a husband, even adopted a human girl who had nowhere to go. had been with the party since day one in a prequel campaign set in a homebrew world, but i had to put him aside to play a different character when the DM wanted to move to Rise of Tiamat (she had it incorporated in her world anyway so it was just a quick teleport over). unfortunately, Galabor died off screen. he fought as hard as he could in a war we all knew was going to happen. in the end he fell but was still victorious. the most painful part is that no one will remember him but our group. i do miss him and hope to play him again someday.

[@jorgovandenbrande9200]

In the end of my first ever campaign, the party had started up as ruffians. We slowly worked our ways up to heroes of the empire. My half-drow rogue and the human ranger had always had a rough relationship. He had been a drow slave and escaped from them with the help of his bear. Sparks would always fly in our interactions but by the end we had become good friends. The campaign ended when we were betrayed by the empire and we would be the only two of the party to join the resistance. In a wrap up session to give closure to all characters a scene happened where 50 years later. My rogue had become immortal due to many shenanigans and the ranger had gone missing years ago. Saying he had to go protect his village and forest. My rogue came by an unmarked grave in the woods and was bumrushed by a bear. Knocked on her back with the angry bear ready to bite her neck. When the bear suddenly started sniffing and backed off. Upon inspection it was the rangers bear. Blinded by age, covered in scars and wounds. Obviously she had been protecting the grave from robbers over many years after the ranger died. She was very skinny and had obviously not eaten in weeks. The bear carefully and slowly approached my rogue. Placing her face in my lap and grumbling low and slow. I slowly stroked her head and told her she had been a good girl and I had missed her too. However upon trying to get up the gm informed me that it appeared she had died in my lap. She had been guarding the grave for so long alone, she was tired and basicly going on fumes. Now that she was together once again with a friend, she could finally let go. The rogue buried the loyal bear next to her partner and hid the burial site using magic. So that noone would ever find them again, without her help. So they could rest in peace, only visited by friends. We were all crying so damn much

[@ysgramornorris2452]

I remember playing another tabletop RPG with a couple of friends. I was a dwarf warrior, one of my teammates was a half-elf wizard. I opened a door in a dungeon. The orc that was waiting behind it fired his crossbow. Of course, expecting a human-sized target, he shot right above my head and into the wizard's chest. He got a crit. The wizard was instantly killed. Being an unapologetic asshole, I proceeded to taunt him with a resounding "That's what you get for not being a dwarf!" before beating the orc to death. Fun times.

[@dustinb4286]

Running Rise of Tiamat (with a ton of added material) the group had befriended a Kobold named Toby. He showed himself to be a genius with artifice and could make almost anything they asked for. He eventually went off on his own, freed many kobolds from slavery and started his own Kobold society on a small island off the Sword Coast. When Tiamat was about to rise, she sent an avatar to the island to try to convince the players to back down - as they were not from this plane, so this wasn't their fight. She appeared as a grey skinned woman in a black dress that touched the ground, with five chromatic dragon heads coming from under the dress. When she demanded that the group kneel, Toby walked forward, whispered to the group "Run" and launched himself at her, detonating a bomb. The party refused to abandon Toby, as one of the chromatic dragon heads slithered out from the avatar and lifted Toby in it's maw, bringing him to face the avatar. . Tiamat's Avatar: "Did you really think you could hurt me with that meager weapon?" Toby: "No, but this one will." - BOOM Toby detonated a second bomb, much more powerful than the first. Tiamat's avatar could be heard cackling. As the smoke cleared and she came into view, half her face and one of her arms were severely burned. As she laughed, the dragon heads slithered about looking for Toby in the sand. She shouted in a thunderous and magically enhanced voice: "Hear me Toril! I am Tiamat, the Unmaking of the World!" Toby's near lifeless body was pulled from the sand by one of the dragon heads. "I, Tiamat, acknowledge you! You've won the honor of first blood, little Toby - NAY - "Toby the Ascendant! King of the Kobolds!" . . . you are worthy to die by my hand." With that declaration, the dragon head holding Toby bit him in half. This caused a sharp change in the characters' and the players' demeanor. For every session after that, there was barely a single joke, they wouldn't be sidetracked by mini-bosses or secondary objectives - Tiamat needed to pay - and everyone brought their A-game. That party would go on to defeat Tiamat, which they credited to weapons and items Toby had crafted for them over the course of the campaign. The killing blow was dealt by the team's rogue, who dropped a bomb into the mouth of one of Tiamat's heads. A bomb Toby had given him. The campaign ended, Toby was honored with a plaque in the hall of the blacksmithing guild in Waterdeep - where he was a member. At the PC's request, it reads: "I, Tiamat, acknowledge you! You've won the honor of first blood, little Toby - NAY - "Toby the Ascendant! King of the Kobolds!" - Tiamat In Remembrance of Toby Dragonsbane First Blood of the War of the Rising Slayer of Tiamat

[@Definitly-not-Omegon]

that gave me some feels

[@trin131]

We had a dragonborn paladin named Darrel Savarax who was one of the kindest and most thoughtful characters in the party. He was there to protect everyone, and to make sure they were all okay. He fell to a group of bloody bones, drawing them away from the party. A spell meant to help destroy the creatures was part of his downfall. A glade of flowers and animals spread around him as one final goodbye from Eldath, his patron, in a land long ruined by necrotic energies. He was one of the bravest characters I have played with.

[@ivorydungeons3064]

I have a personal rule that if any of my characters ever die protecting a town or something, that someone from that town will become my new player character who was inspired by the sacrifice my old PC made.

[@jadoaesra3011]

that's a really good format. *yoink*

[@dallasshumaker6148]

You need a video play list for the tear jerkers.

[@andyknightwarden9746]

Not my story, but I remember the story of a meek, lawful good fighter by the name of Michael. He was a good egg, soft spoken, dedicated to the god of all things good. He generally followed the paladins lines of thought, even if he didn't necessarily agree, because he was taught that paladins were the exemplars of all things good, and the most excellent of humanity. Early-ish in his campaign, the party had to rescue a prince who had been kidnapped by some orcs of the Southern tribes. As the original poster described it, the tribes were not unified and they only knew two things they all had in common. They were all orcs, and they all hated the humans to the north. So the party tracks down the prince and rescued him, but they were seeing escaping, and pretty soon a huge pack of orcs was on their heels. Now they make it to the pass in the mountains between the regions, but the orcs are less than an hour behind, and the nearest fort is roughly 6 hours in. Someone had to hold them off. As the party were discussing it, Michael volunteers. Despite their exhaustion, the party promises that they will come back and find him and rescue him too. So they go to the fort, and since the sound of howling enraged pursuing orcs is gone they assume Michael was successful at holding them off, but probably got very badly hurt. The prince, once he gets to the fort, takes charge and organizes a counter offensive, and the party is back on the road toward that mountain pass. When they get to the site, they find about 50 dead orcs, and all of his gear, which is covered in orcish blood, but they don't find Michael. After hours of searching, they take their friends belongings and everyone heads back to the fort. The party goes to Michael's parents house to inform them of the bad news that he's missing and suspected dead. While they do mourn, they asked that his gear be given to someone with as kind and courageous heart as their son had. The DM smoothly guides them to a young boy who had given away his lunch out of the kindness of his heart, even though he did not have enough to eat himself, for which his own father was beating him. Several years later, the party is in quite a bind. Two members are down, one is on his last legs, and Opie didn't remember what the fourth person was doing. They were afraid it was going to be a total party kill. And then in walks Michael. Or, they thought it was Michael. Because whoever it was was wearing his old armor and wielding his sword. Instead it was that kid they'd given the armor to. The DM had been keeping him in his back pocket, and filling out a little list of adventures that he'd been complicit in and completing. Turns out, that set of armor and that sword? They were *consecrated.* On evaluation? You could have sold those things, bought yourself, a large Castle, and still had money left over. And they left him to a little kid with a courageous and kind heart who used them to become a hero. Now after that encounter, and several months or years of real world time, the party has gotten pretty powerful. Enough that the gods of the setting themselves are asking for help from the party. So they have to go to the heavenly plane in order to speak with the God of all things good, whose name, I think, was razanu. And who should greet them at the gate, wearing heavenly armor and wielding a holy sword, but their old friend, Michael, in the angelic flesh. The entire party wept together at seeing their old friend again, and Michael finally informed the other players what had happened after they had left the last time they had seen each other. As soon as they had left, alone and waiting for his certain Doom, Michael spoke out loud the only prayer he'd ever said. And because of his humility and quiet piety, the DM had him roll a d20 to see how his God would answer his prayer. Natural 20. Razanu himself came down to answer his prayer. All he asked was for the power to save his friends. And when he was done, the deity, asked, as politely as a deity could ask of a mortal, for Michael to enter his service and defend his home the way he had defended his friends. How could he say no? Several years on that campaign had been concluded and was a thing of the past. Most of that party had moved away from the GM and the op. There was a new party now, but the GM informed the op that they were playing in that same world. The new party was gathered by the army led by the once Prince who was now King in a war against the southern provinces and the orcs that daily struck at the human settlements on the border. As they crossed the mountain pass, op noticed several soldiers breaking off from the line of March and then rejoining it after setting offerings down at something he couldn't see. When it was near enough he broke off from the line to see what it was. And standing there facing south, clad in heavy armor and wielding a sword and shield, was a statue of Michael. According to op, the rest of the party thought they were doomed. But op knew better. Michael protects.

[@amandaslough125]

I'm leaving a comment because I'd really like to share this one with my friends since we had someone lost and we plan on keeping our world around with these events whenever we revisit it between other stories.

[@dacfiro7gadakall]

I actually got two stories. Both run by the same DM, who is an amazing storyteller with several decades of experience. The first one, a 3 game intro to his homebrew world in AD&D, took place after our party was rescued from an evil race of godly beings on their island/continent. My character was a halfling fighter I believe, and we had an elven fighter (who rolled an 18(75) for strength), and one other character I can't remember (as its been 3 years and I've played a lot of characters in that time). Anyways, on our journey back to the mainland, our boat sunk and we had to swim to shore. Unfortunately, we were in the vicinity of a pirate island with cursed waters around it that sap the life from people who touch it. I was the only pc affected by it, and my halfling aged 60 years just getting on the beach. We spent one hellish week on that island, dealing with blood crows that attacked our base incessantly, death knights, skeletons, and what finally killed us, a corrupted monk turned monster with no head, and only a single weakness in its bloated stomach. Our DM told us after, the three games were his attempt at running a near-one shot, and now our skeletons guard our lighthouse sanctuary

[@dacfiro7gadakall]

(1/2) The second one, I remember far more vividly (if a little incorrectly timeline wise) cause of how much it hurt. We had my character, Menes Farid, a Mulhorandi half-elf Thief/Cleric of Bastet and my buddy's character Sir Goddio (Gaudio) De la Marcus, a human Cavalier and an NPC to fill the ranks called Ben Ghillie. Both of us were grunts in an outpost on the edge of civilization. Unfortunately, the local monsters took issue with us and destroyed the base, setting off the whole string of events. We fled to a nearby monk monastery, waited a day or two to recover, then returned to base and rebuilt it just enough that our CO made us go scout for the horde. After doing so, seeing they were gone for now, we were contacted by the Mountain Brothers, the monks from earlier that had saved us who had found a "Silver Mine" map and wanted us scouts to assist. After getting the go ahead, we went, found a rival evil monk faction called the Stone Monks, killed them, and found the mine. Turns out it was a pewter mine or some such owned by a man named Duke Silvermane a hundred or so years prior. While exploring the mine, which was rumored to have been infested with giant ants, we found some rabbit kobolds (a variant in the world), and chased them deeper into the mine, into a war room, and through a small door we had to crawl through. This was a mistake, as said door led to the Fey (DM hates the term Feywilds), and an NPC we thought we could trust shut the door behind us trapping us in the Fey. We spent an unknown time in the Feywild, getting harassed by everything that could, until this Twilight Princess (unseelie court) showed up demanding we pay for our transgressions against the creatures of the Fey (we killed a few of the kobolds). Said payment was eventually decided to be serving her betrothed cake to attempt to wake him on the far side of a misty sea of trees. Menes, Goddio and Ben went, discovered her betrothed was Silvermane, and then when we failed to wake him, the Princess kicked us out, leaving us to find our own way back across the Fey to our allies. While in the sea of trees, Goddio stepped into a circle of Mushrooms, which transported him to the material plane. He spent some time messing with giants with a gnome, then found his way back to the Fey to find his brothers in arms. Around the same time, Menes and Ben encountered a fey that told them not to look in mirrors after they tried bargaining with one. Menes, having caught sight of something inside his mirror, looked into it, and was transported to the mirror dimension, sans Ben. While in there, he fought against the mirror version of himself, barely won, and then wandered to the point of near death before figuring out how to escape that dimension, and back to the material plane in a building carved into a giant boulder. After making his way back to the base a week or so later, Menes, a small contingent of Mtn. brothers and the leader of the Mtn. brothers, Jade Dragon all made their way back to the mine, apprehended the NPC, and made our way back into the Fey, where we rescued the 3 monks still trapped, Goddio and eventually Ben. All thanks to Jade Dragon, who could turn into a literal Jade Dragon in the Fey. Unfortunately two things occured shortly thereafter. One: It was revealed that Ben had also looked into my mirror, but had lost his battle against the mirror him. And two, we were given orders to scout the area Menes had emerged from.

[@thunderpants3500]

That's beautiful!

[@kendrixhavlik3051]

You will not be forgotten, brave little Paladin :')

[@lostonessoul5154]

I had something similar happen to my Dragonborn Barbarian Ignus. Ignus was facing a black dragon. his former Glaive, now reforged into a flamberge named after his dead wife Lucia, was facing down an ancient black dragon so old, and this is directly quoting the DM. "It was bigger then the biggest mountain that stood in Zekalia's land." Ignus, a himbo who isn't the smartest mentally but was more wise then he seemed (Low int, decent wis) and who to the role of being the groups dad, looked to the group. Ignus: "Ignus will stand ground for as long as Ignus can...You help townsfolk and keep Nala (his daughter) safe..." his said as he drew his flamberge. Mipha (Female dragonborn paladin): "B-But what about you? You'll...you'll...." Ignus: Ignus snorted fire. "Mipha....if Ignus don't make it...Mipha take care of Nala....." he said as he gave one last look to his group. ""For Zekalia..." After several rounds Ignus's luck was turning bad until...he got eaten. his health was getting drained and fast....his final move, and the one that killed the dragon.....was to use his fire breath while raged....to burn the beast from the inside....The only thing that survives being his Flamberge. Literal years later both in game and real life. the party returns to the town, now a major city in the world, Mipha kept her word and raised Nala, who was now a paladin of the platinum dragon. The young Copper dragonborn enters the city, along with the other party members DM: "As you enter, You see a statue of a dragonborn. Flamberge in one hand, roaring upwards as flame burst from his mouth. It reads in dragonborn and common "Ignus "Flame bearer" Paladin-In memory of the hero who risked it all to protect those he loved" The statue is made out of brass stone and steel as the familiar towering height for some of you cast it's shadow on you, and roars proudly." Later Nala got her father's sword, keeping the flame design of the blade, but shrinking the weapon down as a whole to the size of a long sword. Everyone cried for literal hours at these events.

[@nightfurywarriorcat8159]

Now, this is my first campaign, and my character thankfully got revived, but here goes! The other character mentioned, sadly perished. So, I was playing as a tabaxi artificer simply named False Paradise, inspired by Magolor from Kirby. Another player had a character called Frostwing, a homebrew fairy of some sort. Frostwing has died twice, now. Once to a manticore, revived by his deity, and the second time, to an orc of plated armour. I was at a 50/50 of surviving or dying, and I rolled my dice. And I kind of panicked when I rolled below ten, which meant false paradise was dead. The orc was finished off, and the changeling fighter, Dox, looked at the remains. Now, there was this fellow we freed, and he offered to help revive one, but one would be left behind. Dox eventually ended up choosing to revive False Paradise, with Frostwing turning into a pile of glitter upon the ground, at least able to reunite with his family.

[@caiusdrakegaming8087]

'Your mother was a newt and your father the most pox-ridden hellhound in the abyss' DAMN Sam, you don't say that to a blue dragon and expect to get off easy!

[@Night0Shroud]

this title was a little misleading for me... that was a great story i thought the character death/statue was going to be like insulting to player's character lol

[@tatyanarodriguez1561]

Did not expect to cry, but man, that was sweer.

[@TheUnnbreakable]

So I thought I'd tell the story of a character that almost died many times. The game Werewolf Apocalypse. So Mutt was a Bone Gnawler Lupis born who lost his original pack to hunters and his first pack the the wyrm. This ch has been played for roughly 16 years so I'll skip to the main points he's on his 3rd pack he's rank 4 and he has a toothpick with the blood of Canine that can paralyze any vampire doesn't need to he the heart. So the game begins with Mutt forming a new high rank pack with his best friend Glory of Dawn a Simba and his personal totem Flea. We teamed up with a combat medic trained Werebear and a Ratkin Pyro lover. And a werewolf thuerge who's very arhoun in stats. So we form up and battle vampires and fallen wereboars and Bane spirits in droves. We find put this high rank Black Spirial Dancer pack lead by an abomination werewolf gen 6 Silverfang fallen to the wyrm metis. And he mops the floor with a lot of the group as we been fighting armies practically and leaves but the Ratkin manages to blow him up as we leave and the bear heals us up and Simba cuts a path myself and the other werewolf are trapped under a prevented version of the command power and we have to spend a session countering that with items. But then we get a big break with rites and investigations finding out they are heading to Egypt to try to awaken Sobek a gen 4 Mokole abomination. So off we go. We get in past the ghoul crocodiles and once in we get hit with umbra quakes splitting the party in to 3 groups the bear the rat and the theurge wolf and are totem shark, the Simba a lone and myself the arhoun BG and my flea personal totem. RAT almost dies from a werespider as the group is battling a Wereshark as a werecoyety with a sniper rifle is laying down fire on them. The rat blows up the werespider setting the room on fire the wolf and bear and totem down the shark but the wolf and totem go down. Then another quake and the bear manages to keep the group together and heals her teammates and continues to tank as they face a temple mummy one attacks them and another chases after the cyotye. Simba faces a werehyena that the GM spent hours building and the player through brilliant moves and rolls downs it in one round but almost died. And my character kills a werewsnake with minum damage and Flea barely alive as I had Flea shape-shifting as me and when Snake attacked him I killed the snake. Finally the abomination showed up as we ran from the mummies they were after all just doing their job and I figured we could out run them. Unfortunately so could the abomination. So the abomination and a rust spirit and green dragon were there also rat no longer can use explosives as he licked a mummy and was cursed that non magical tech basically always malfunctions in his hands. So he is using his magical sniper rifle only now. So the werewolf theurge barely defeats the green dragon spirit but gets mutated. The bear and rat take down the rust spider very fast and Mutt and Glory use teamwork and crazy strategies to hold off the abomination who is technically immortal unless we can destroy all of his organs in jars and / or kill him with fire or silver 7 times which we did kill him 5 times lol. But luckily Coyote showed up dropping the theurge and wounding the bear as Glory of dawn manged to kill him with his spear and rat destroyed the last organ as Mutt had just sprayed the abomination with skunk spray and the Simba was going in for the 6th kill. But in this moment of Glory we realized the a gen 5 Sabertooth were cat was feeding on his former Master sobeke in the center of this prison in a dream world with in this prison and it was collapsing and this cat was going to get away while becoming a gen 4. So I had my friend throw me into the dream realm the GM said your just going to hit the force field between the gauntlet I have him throw me and use a BG gift called blink to teleport past it and the GM says roll me gnosis I get 6 successes and go through easy into this dream collapsing and there is a Sebertooth God before me and I ask him as he's leaving want to fight? He stops from leaving and walks up to me and hits me ripping out my eye and causing an immediate rage heal and I didn't dodge it instead I poke him with a toothpick covered in the paralyzing blood of canine and as I stand there over this paralyzed God who's trapped in a collapsing dream I am reminded of what his abomination pet said to me sit boy stay so I look at the cat and repeat the statement and I have Flea with the last of his strength moon Bridge me to safety and I leave the cat to fall into the umbra darkness. And we get back myself and Glory are made rank 5s and the rest of the group are rank 4s. Then the GM tells us as that cat falls through darkness trapped a paralyzed Set falls out of the darkness and has regained interest in the world not from this God eating cat but by a lone wolf who beat a God with a tooth pick he destroys the cat for its failure and sets off to find this wolf named Mutt. And that is were the story ends at least for now.

[@Calvin.of.Martin.Street]

THIS is the type of D&D story I like to hear. I get so tired of whiny edgelord and creepy player stories. Those can sour new players really quickly, to be honest. But this! Memorable, heroic moments like this are why I've loved this game since 1985.

[@Chirpysemperboy]

The Statue's Placard was written as such: "Erik The Valiant, an example of how to live one's life free of fear.

[@sirdrakey]

That Waystar looks amazing 👏

[@Warcodered01]

Halflings challenge ended up being exactly right.

[@AuntLoopy123]

Why is the room suddenly SO DUSTY!?!

[@josephzipprich775]

So I played a Half Orc Barnarian with the gladiator background named Dezbek Gro'Caldur while fighting a black dragon in the sky on an airship he jumps from the deck great axe in hand slams into the chest rolls a crit the dm decides that the axe cuts through the dragons chest and gut sending dragon organs and dezbek falling from great heights to be dashed upon the mountains. The mountains were Renamed Dezbeks Triumph

[@VenomBurst]

i was playing pathfinder with friends. I was a tengu cleric with high stealth. it was night and i was in the mortuary gardens investigating strange sounds. when i got there i found a young girl. i called out to her. she pointed to something behind me and as i turned a massive plant dragon was looming over me. i tried to fly away but it had vines at my feet. long story short i was eaten. but at least it was interesting enough for the other characters to play off of. oh and the girl was a plague druid that was also a necromancer. so yeah i prob shouldnt have left the Inn at night.

[@XReyProductions]

Ugg is a very complex character.

[@tamorajr3773]

Firefly is already an RPG. My buddy has it. Unfortunately we haven't gotten to play it yet.

[@kabob0077]

0:52 "The Periphery"? Oooh, Far away from the light of Terra, the remnants of another era.

[@alexanderrahl7034]

A halfling that's been kicked in the head by a horse would look a lot like a cherry pie that's been dropped on the ground. I assume that paladin had an intelligence stat of 1 lol

[@jivepsilocybe993]

I got a similar event currently happening my players are unaware of. their elephantine monk killed execution style holding a cyndicate boss off while smuggling an afflicted people out of a city to safety so that they are safe whilst they change the cities view on the wererats. once they come back I plan on them discovering that a govt sanctioned town of wererats has developed on the outside of town and in the square a large marble statue has been raised for oodjesh the martyr who gave his life to save a persecuted people.

[@Trailmix305]

My barbarian was chasing after her wizard companion during a dragon fight and in the midst of trying to protect him she took a poison dragon breath and before she died she apologized to her companion for failing him. Watching my friend full blown crying at my characters death was both exhilarating and devastating.

[@crazypersona100]

Holy fuck thats epic! I wonder how my PC gonan be recognized as!

[@patrickb.8485]

Great story

[@YoungDoug13]

I once had an evil half dragon anti paladin. He died and was polymorphed into a pair of fancy boots.

[@jadoaesra3011]

... halfling crits: dragon takes damage to his eyeball. barbarian botches: gm calls for literal save or die. I know people like stories with heroic deaths, and I understand that a dragon certainly shouldn't be taking a save or death effect on a critical attack from a halfling, but the disparity of consequences is enormously irritating. especially since he's missing half of his eyesight necessary for that level of coordination.

[@The-Apothekari]

I wanna talk about the time I betrayed the party for my characters' thought dead lover and how it made my party tear up in how they both died. But I don't know how I'd explain, as this unfolded over 5 long quests, finished with the group leaving, and licking their wounds. but the celestial warlock i'd argue in character with over morals now and then, had slyly placed tokens of their patron in the linked hands, telling me that the tokens can be shown to their patron for protection, offering my character and her lover a place in the afterlife together. I still miss that character, but I'm glad I managed to play her out well, sticking to her morals & beliefs 🥲

[@classyrobot5648]

Man, that's really cool. What other game let's you do even HALF as much as DnD?

[@flooferderp2918]

I played a monster who sacrificed her life in slaying a beast that was among other things invading her tiny land and hurting her children as well as harassing the party. Her flesh became wood and mutated into a tree taller than mountains with her old cloak snarled in branches at the crown.

[@commonviewer2488]

If Don Quixote died a hero

[@NiyumiGoldpetal]

I have yet to have one of these in a game, but my players are out of resources and basically surrounded by a druid fortress. One of them is probably gonna die here.

[@justinwhite915]

Did anyone else get teary-eyed toward the end?

[@The3ddfan]

The bravest little hobbit of them all.

[@kishinasura1989]

I was playing a repeat character of mine long backstory short he's stuck in what you'd call a Quantum Loop so be keeps coming back well at least a different version of him. Anyway the party was fighting the last BBEG of the campaign a Death Knight named lord Grendel van Rictered and the party was almost tpked so on jumps Krieger and I ask the DM if I could use up all my slots for one spell he said yes and I described how Krieger jumps onto the death knights back armor crumbling and face mask revealing all of his scared and augmented face and he says 2 words smiling "Not Today." and a lvl 9 fireball later the party was saved and there friend was hailed a hero he would have hated that last part

[@VirtuesOfSin]

The best paladins always die for their party it feels like.

[@tobymoore2185]

The 1st time I died I was doing something stupid trying to tank a white dragon at 3rd level multi class

[@jinglesbejankin7322]

5e? Rules? What rules? It's an empty bucket you make sandcastles with.

[@cicisstormshelter1076]

My Lalafell: "Ah, I enjoy a tale of a smallfolk martyr." *wipes eyes* :)

[@octapusxft]

Ah yes a paladin succeeding at being a paladin in the right way

[@MrSwccguy]

A fastball special

[@majinnbuu9363]

Wouldn't a futuristic D&D setting basically be Spelljammer? Just maybe with better tec, like no space boats?

[@heello2u465]

There is also Starfinder. it needs a little more work and less item bloat and how many things are very situationally useful, but it is not bad, since I got through a campaign of it.

[@timwoods2852]

Never forget: Horses choose the best warriors!

[@Vtole65]

WHY IS THERE NOT A LOVE BUTTON?!😭😭😭

[@allthingsdnd]

I have it, I abuse it haha

[@segismundosaulalex3065]

I wish I had something like this with any of my characters, but no. The world is cruel, life is not fair and all my characters died for nothing, no one died a hero, nobody, but that's adventurer's life. Some died in just a second, some accepted their fate, others tried to beg for their lifes and at the end no mercy was given to any of them, but that's adventurer's life. The young go and die in the floor of a foul dungeon just because they wanted to pretend that they were the heroes of the story. ... Thank You.

[@docop8926]

I like this story

[@medomaigrey7512]

The moral of the story is to chew your food.

[@mr.breadman4181]

I once did a quick shot and me and a friend kneecapped a T-rex Best dnd experience ever

[@arduingrimoire]

I had a human rogue about twenty years ago who started off NE and really had a chip on his shoulder looking for revenge blah blah blah I know very unoriginal he came into a large some of money and at a slave auction had found out that one of the pc relatives was enslaved there and went ahead and bought him and he saw a female drow there which he learned later was a paladin to a knightly order we worked for off and on. He was smitten by the drow even though she loathed him for his selfish nature and his willingness to buy slaves. On a show of good faith he actually released her from her bonds as well as the family member of the other PC and returned them to the order. Several months later in game we find out the paladin was captured by orcs as well as a few npc that dealt with the knightly order. About this time my DM said my alignment had shifted twice once to LE then to LN due to the work we had been doing for the order. My character went on a solo mission to rescue them but witnessed the orcs behead the paladin. In a fit of rage my character broke the stealth mission and went into a blind rage killing a large quantity of the orcs before falling himself. My party found out what i had done and saw the broken orc camp and the beheaded drow. They tried to have us raised but my soul was already claimed due to a prior bargain in the characters life but the drow did come back and took on my characters sir name and fought on for years there after.

[@ignaciovilloslada416]

The character seems to have been inspired from Don Quixote

[@archivis]

platypus go boom

[@vallenshield4236]

And this is why I don’t mind if my chat dies though I will do my best to make it not happen