What legendary move in a campaign will live on forever in infamy? #4 (r/AskYoutube)

[@MrRipper]

Having big boy scheduling issues, so can't give the exact date and time on the DND live stream, but it will be a few weekends away in the evening.

[@joshuacr]

We will be patient. It's happening is all that matters.

[@spectrum3808]

So my biggest most epic moment so far was when my Tabaxi monk Squished the Jabberwocky. one of our players couldn't make it to a session, so rather than canceling our DM decided to take us on a whimsical one-shot side quest. we were in the fey realm at the time, we had just rescued our contract from a dungeon along with the fairy queen, Titania. he carried them to a safe place and set them down to heal them. suddenly, out of nowhere, this cabin appears in the corner of our eyes. now, we had already been burned by our DM. he liked to be tricksy. so we cautiously approached the cabin. we see if there is anyone in it or if there are any obvious traps. "nope" the DM says. being the monk and classing towards way of the shadow, I'm the group's scout, so along with the ranger, I walk inside the cabin. the instant I do, the door disappears and everyone who was outside (minus our AWOL player) was teleported inside the cabin. Told you, the DM was Tricksy... so we search the room for a way to get out. he tells us there is a tiny door in the wall, so tiny it looks like a door made for a mouse. and on the table is a Cake and a Vial. there are notes attached to them. the cake reads, "eat me" and the Vial says drink me. now by now, we know this is some Alice in wonderland shit. but we were still curious. so our Tortle Bard, Gustavo Tengo, eats some cake. He immediately grows to Giant-Size. somehow he still fits in the cabin, because magic... but just barely. meanwhile our Gnome Ranger, Celaphina drinks the vial and shrinks to an even more diminutive size. like the size of a mouse. the short jokes ensue for a bit, and then the door reappears for a second and a white rabbit comes through "oh, good, good, you are here.. you're here... good follow me. the hatter wants to meet with you" and he heads off through the door, shrinking as he goes towards it. magic! so one by one, we take the potion to shrink us, but before my Monk, Mirrarr does and before Gustavo does we both take a slice of cake with us. this will be important later. so we go through the door and as per Alice in wonderland we start falling, eventually, we find the ground and we are in wonderland, which in the lore of the world is a separate Fey realm. we make our way down the path, our ranger tracking the rabbit, when we come across A blue caterpillar. our Dragonborn fighter manages to talk him down, and we avoid fighting him much to the disappointment of the DM. (caterpillar was a necromancer) and we find our way to the Hatter. he greets us, and tells us we have been expected. "we are here to rid wonderland of the Queen of hearts," he says, "would you please help us out?" its a side quest so yeah, sure we agree. the Hatter warns us of the Jabberwocky. the queens' personal pet and weapon. the only thing that can harm it is the vorpal sword. luckily he happens to have several. so after we rest for the night we make our way in the morning to fight against the Queen. at first, we are only fighting the army of Card Soldiers (DM is borrowing the minion rule from 4th edition and comping it into 5e.) then the jabberwocky comes in. our Celaphina our ranger continues to focus on the soldiers while the rest of us go after the queen and the jabberwocky. we are missing our fighter at this point so I'm the only melee class in play on our side. I pop feline agility and jump 20 feet in the air, and climb my way up onto the jabberwocky's back. from here I start to fight the queen. on the ground our warlock, Morrigan pops off a couple rounds of eldritch blast. I manage to knock the queen prone and I drive my sword through her and into the jabberwocky. (either the queen's defeat or the jabberwocky's defeat end the combat in this scenario) both take damage. Gustavo our bard, come in for a few swings at the beast, but he is hurt. Morrigan is also taking damage. the queen pulls herself free and now has my sword. I pop her a couple of times with flurry of blows, trying to knock her off the jabberwocky to her death (the beast is like 20 feet tall). Gustavo gets desperate and he eats his cake. he grows to about the same size as the jabberwocky. what ensues for a couple round is a Kaiju brawl, Jabberwocky V D&D Tortle Gamera. but the jabberwocky get as shot in with its poison tail and Gustavo goes down for his death saves. Morrigan goes over to protect him, she's not looking good either. all this time she's been lightning bolting the jabberwocky while I'm on it. I've taken damage too. we are going to TPK if this goes on for many more rounds. but then, "Mirrarr has Idea!" she too pops the cake in her mouth, and grows to a giant size. now my mind you, my monk is still on the back of the Jabberwocky when this effect goes off. so I grow in size while standing on its back and I smoosh it like a bug! and that is how the jabberwocky died. a Tabaxi Monk ate some cake, gained mass, and smooshed the Big Bad Monster. and the queen at the same time finally falls and dies. it was amazing!

[@DMCM88]

Me and another rogue (I was a thief spy named Who, family name What, the other an assassin called Sause ) we entered a adult blue dragon lair just to scout and get info, by accident I found the dragon sleeping... Than I got trapped between the dragons behind and a wall... Asked the DM: can I see the dragons ass, its arse hole? DM asked me to role perception: nat 20 plus something (ability checks don't crit). DM said: you can barely see the dragons anus in the dark! I found a vile of acid a couple session prior, I tell the DM, I want to shove my entire arm up the dragons arse... Silence, table all looked to each other, DM looked confused, eyes wide open! And said, role for an attack with disadvantage, because I was more or less pinned between a wall and the dragon. Nat 20 1st role, nat 20 2th role... So I roles 3 nat 20 in a row, shoved my arm up a adult Dragons arse and poured the acid. The dragon in pain collapsed the lair on us both and we died, the other rogue barley managed to escaped, lost my favourite character ever, but he went like he lived, with a arm up someone's arse, and no one, not even the other rogue saw what Who What did.

[@challengemaster4660]

Hey Mr Ripper... So I can't use discord anymore and norton won't allow me to use reddit how can I be part of the Community ( right when the pandemic started my DND group did not even get to have they're second session because of it and we still have not gotten too and I've got bored)

[@two-stepcharlie4953]

Probably the time I changed the plural of moose to meese. I plan on spreading the knowledge that ducks are predators next.

[@pieperson444]

power move: dress up as the bad guy you slayed

[@mihaiioc.3809]

*asserts dominance*

[@ShiroNekoDen]

Ya know it would have been funnier if he used a scroll of disguise self or skinned her and wore her. Though that last one might be difficult with the whole dying in flames(how did that dress survive? )

[@tigerwarrior1787]

@@ShiroNekoDen Evil Rulers have MULTIPLE copies of wardrobe outfits. Like, literally, soooo bloody many of them. You get like 15 of the same outfit, and that's IF the closet survives the Fireball.

[@ShiroNekoDen]

@@tigerwarrior1787 I love how people are only replying to the wardrobe part of my question. it's like oh that's totally normal to skin your foes and wear them or disguise yourself XD

[@DraconicDuelist]

@@ShiroNekoDen 2 words: "Murder hobo."

[@solargaruda]

The guy who surfed on the body after Sparta kicking the body: * Pirates of the Caribbean theme intensifies *

[@JabbaThaChu]

Yes, this!

[@tjk21504]

*Legolas Intensifies*

[@skellysniperyt3210]

That's gotta be the best pirate I've ever seen.

[@maxharter5716]

@@skellysniperyt3210 So it would seem...

[@shrimpy_nazeem]

captain jack sparrow for every part. doing a bunch of epic stunts then falling flat on his face at the end

[@mattevans4377]

That last one was such a Deadpool style story, lol.

[@rainthesomber]

YES I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE THINKING THAT!

[@ISuperGenXI]

That sounds EXACTLY like something Deadpool would do, omg I love it

[@thomasschafer5939]

I was thinking more of Captain Jack Sparrow but Deadpool works as well^^

[@adorkmoreon3599]

Omg. Deadpool 101.

[@SantaPorter]

Wearing her dress, Fanning himself holding her head and laughing🤣🤣🤣 Definitely a Deadpool move

[@joshiesmith7487]

Playing with a couple. She was irritated with him. His character strolls into camp naked doing the helicopter. Her character casts flesh to stone on him, then stone to mud on his propeller blade, then permanence on the mud, then reverses her flash to stone spell. They broke up a few weeks later.

[@pencilbender]

But they looked so stable?

[@Firan25]

ok 1. Cute Doggo you have there bruh, pit? second, mind providing some context that explains why she was irritated with him? and third, I am not so familiar with DnD spells. mind explaining in layman what each does?

[@joshiesmith7487]

@@Firan25 yes, a pit. Not sure why She was irritated with him. In short, he came into camp nude showing off his junk, she turned him to stone, turned his now stone junk to mud, made the mud permanently mud, then changed him back from stone to flesh. She castrated his character with no hope of healing the harm short a wish spell.

[@Firan25]

@@joshiesmith7487 oof. Sucls to be him. Thanks for all that. Sorry for the trouble. ^^;

[@seiun7833]

*ooooof*

[@Attaxalotl]

Three moments: 1. 1st level wizard casts fireball. Starts forest fire 2. Right after that, someone fails a stealth check, and the DM states it was due to "crunchy leaves" 3. I used minor illusion to make a railgun and intimidate a dragon. We have yet to see if it worked

[@drogosbaggins9800]

Umm.... you mean firebolt right? Wizards can only cast fireball at level 5.

[@bump458]

I fuckin killed a family and burned down a city and rolled a 20 in charisma and convinced a guard it was a mistake

[@isaaclopez5367]

Dragons have truesight, So minor ilusion do not do the trick my boi8(

[@fattytan1377]

@@isaaclopez5367 me:... Time to bring out the real deal I guess

[@bluefoxy6478]

And so: a set of rails of steal appear and rolling along it is a metal cart with a massive cannon on it, the barrel itself is large enough for a person to fit titly in it. It aims up slowly at the Dragon raddiating a large amount of intimidation.

[@netherillager5959]

This man just cashed in all of his faith for one perfect shot, I hope the dragons paid him well

[@tysondennis1016]

The Legend of One-Shot Man

[@ar1i_k]

Considering his pronunciation of "when the winged hussars arrived" Brian is yet to hear the most inspiring and epic battle song ever

[@BrianVaughnVA]

You are correct captain.

[@axios4702]

Yep

[@mugenokami2201]

Someone give this guy a link to Sabaton

[@bumble9623]

Yep ;-;

[@benhemsworth8555]

Nah man, Sabaton have made better ones.

[@commanderfoxtrot]

Ended up rolling a few nat 20s when speaking with the elven queen and (despite my party acting like dumbasses) managed to secure myself a really nice room in the castle. The queen even supplied a virgin elf maid (yes, she consented) and we did the dirty. Next day we were off to the dwarven kingdom where we got tranq’d and imprisoned in a psych ward.

[@Firan25]

How in the sam hell did that happen? o.O

[@spartanhawk7637]

Dude, look up "When the Winged Hussars Arrived" by Sabaton. It's a historically accurate metal song (not like death metal, there's no throat singing) about the Winged Hussars, the elite cavalry unit of Poland and their single-handed breaking of a siege. Edit: if that sounded kinda rude, I didn't mean it to be. It's a genuinely great song and due to your pronunciation of "hussars" I imagine you haven't heard that anthem of awesome.

[@poffzihavenoidea531]

@@vyrawllxo300 I mean he wasnt talking about screaming, thats more black metal, he was talking about death, which is closer to growling.

[@vongrims952]

The genre is powermetal

[@kingderper928]

I got one, I was playing a custom race fire giant, and the rest of my party was all doing their regulars. Might i mention this was also my first campaign. The DM told us that this campaign would be on a completely different power scaling than others, for reference by LV20 we were considerably as strong or even stronger than what a LV50 PC would be, so it was an OP campaign. We were in a dungeon that worked in levels, but what is most notable about the dungeon is that it pretty much defied all laws of physics, hell there was an entire One-Piece-esque level to the damn thing, it even had a sky, despite the fact we were on level 5. Anyway, on one of these levels, we got the chance to split up and train RP-style in 1 set of martial arts, aka the DM letting us choose a few free abilities. Due to me being a fire giant, i got options revolving around fire (obviously), and after a time skip of like a week, i was given my final task to complete my training. This task was not easy. I had to go and STEAL AN EGG that a) Belonged to a goddamn volcano dragon (and judging by its description curtesy of DM, its apparently equivalent in size to a giant mountain) and b) Said egg was on top of a huge ass mountain that was basically screaming with traps to make noise and attract the dragon. Most sane people would try doing it the normal way, but me? Nope. People always told me i was special that way. So i decided to INTIMIDATE, THE MOTHERFUCKING MOUNTAIN. But worry not, this attempt was not baseless, because i had heard that one of the other players in a previous campaign had attempted the same thing and it WORKED. Can you guess what i rolled? Nat 20. Now i thought all i would do with this is to get the mountain to shake, and drop the egg for me to catch and high-tail it outta there, but nope, not what the DM had in mind, sometimes i think he is more of a crackhead than i am. He decided that the egg would indeed drop and that i would catch it, but unknown to me the mother was watching the egg at the time, so it looked over the edge of the cliff and saw me, and my immediate thought was, “Shit”. I immediately ran for my life, and surprisingly bigger means slower, the dragon was keeping pace with me, but i was still ahead. I thought i would just outrun the dragon, but the DM had other ideas. He decided to say, and i shit you not what im about to say is the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever heard in my life, that the mountain, fearing i would get angry if the dragon got to me, decided to STAND UP, AND SIT ON THE GODDAMN DRAGON. We now have a whatsapp sticker of a mountain with human legs standing on a dead dragon on our DND group. TLDR: I intimidated a mountain onto sitting on a dragon, and now we have a spammable sticker of it. PS. This campaign had A LOT of stupid and well-remembered moments, might use more stories from it.

[@lucarudloff687]

I want whatever that DM was smoking🤣🤣🤣

[@goodfeathasoutdoors6410]

Ok so,..my party killed a adult white dragon with a 20ft tall Christmas tree. Got your attention? Lol. So, just for reference, the week before my players had a Xmas 1 off to help Santa( back in December) at the end he gave them a present and nobody wanted to open it. 1/2 a month and 4 sessions later it was the dragon fight. The battle eventually takes to the air with our lvl5 Goliath barbarian on it’s back and our lvl 5 tabaxi rouge activates her jade owl statue and takes off after them. Through a series of awesome rolls she jumps from the owl to the neck of the dragon. She’s able to catch herself by driving her katana into the side of the neck of Don Fier the white and make a large gash. On her next turn she takes out the present ( of which I had forgotten) and with a high strength roll, shoves the present into the neck wound. Bonus action....open the present. It’s at this moment that as a DM I have to roll with it, so.....” you shove the gift from Santa into the bleeding gaping neck wound and open the wrapping. In a instant and what seems slow motion at the same time a 20 foot tall Xmas tree sprouts to life from the box complete with decorations, blinking lights and a star at the top. The tree separates neck from head, violently tearing its way through muscle and viscera. The head separates from the body. Blood pours from the wound filling the sky with dragon blood resembling stars falling to the ground. Kitt, the rouge, calls her jade owl back and makes her escape leaving Kenpachi, the barbarian, on it’s back with his axe buried deep between he shoulder blades of Don Fier as he rides the now falling corpse to the ground.” The table is going banana sandwitch( crazy) and I say “any last words Kenpachi?” And he screams out” I AM KINPACHI THE DRAGIN RIDER!!” and continues his fall. The party reminds him of his feather fall token. “Ok roll a wisdom save to see if you know when to activate.” 15 +1=16. That’s exactly what he needed to make the save. He then makes a ditch in the earth with his face due to momentum. This is my first time to DM a campaign, it’s a home brew and my party constantly impresses me and pisses me off all at the same time. LONG LIVE THE BLACK BELL!!!!

[@mikeg5570]

So epic. So liget. #LONGLIVEBLACKBELL #LLBB

[@dironnofilterscott8874]

Akuna very impressed by her brother Kenpachi at that moment was very proud.#LONGLIVETHEBLACKBELL!

[@iamasnek5413]

I wonder what the gold dragons where thinking when the saw that if they saw that just a white beam taking the red dragons head off, I think they'd all be sweating and quickly run off

[@Moonblade-gb6fc]

Or going in the direction of the party to tanks them for their help in killing evil

[@dawsonhelf7922]

Mustached Ninja, they would probably give them their gratitude😏 -Double D

[@jacthing1]

@@dawsonhelf7922 dragon snu snu time

[@dawsonhelf7922]

jacthing1, he he- What?! -Double D

[@somedrunkdude5728]

Gold dragons tend to be the nerdy recluse wizards of their kind. They would probably be awe struck and ask questions while taking notes.

[@wildside316]

I've heard that term so often("murder hobo"), that I'm actually thinking of making a drifter assassin someday. Chaotic Good maybe, tends to be my go-to alignment☺). He doesn't particularly care about the law, and carefully picks his targets(and his clients).☺

[@gnarthdarkanen7464]

@AwwwhYyyyeah Sounds kinda like another night in our "usual hack 'n slash"... Except we play Gurpsian, so you only EVER get 18hp (human maximum)... There are enhancements, occasionally for it... through things like magic and "cybernetics" depending on the GM's setting and allowances... Armor is "damage resistance" instead of an AC... Skills progress on individual "point buy" with the earned XP points (Gurps calls it Character Points/CP)... but it's a technical thing... ;o)

[@Star-ie8br]

@AwwwhYyyyeah I LOVED this lmao!! Glad you learned your lesson!!

[@kyross4931]

Or do it like Bart/project Marzanna from Dirk Gently's, where it's done on an impulse believed to be from the universe.

[@Firan25]

@AwwwhYyyyeah your DM is gonna get tired of ya'll shit to the point he's gonna randomly spawn in 5 Ancient White dragons on you and just say. "Roll initiative Bitches."

[@cullenlatham2366]

for the record, the term generally means "kill on sight: the person". an uninterrupted murder hobo will leave no survivors other than their party, and even then, the party only survives if filled with likeminded individuals. I cant say your concept is bad, only that it does not match the textbook definition of the phrase, which is embodied by the element of strategy said killer has over targets.

[@biggsdarklighter0473]

WHEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED

[@drakesucks]

COMING DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE!

[@rivahoukes1554]

CAME DOWN AND JOIN THE FIGHT!

[@speedstick8954]

What does it mean?!?!

[@rivahoukes1554]

@@speedstick8954 its a song about the polish winged hassar helping the ciry of Vienna when ottoman empire tried to concor it Its a sabaton song!

[@redmonst98]

Riva Houkes and its epic

[@KalinaHitanaVTuber]

I actually started playing my first D&D campaign yesterday (which would be February 15th as of the time of writing this), and I'm really excited to see how things develop as time goes on. Haven't had the best luck with rolls though (not really surprised by that), including a Natural F***ing 1 on a Perception check when my character is the one with the highest Passive Perception in the entire group. As a result I get so freaked out by the unfamiliar surroundings, the noises heading towards us and the fact that our group's Warforged Samurai REALLY had to restrain himself from outright murdering me when we met that I try to curl up and make myself as small as possible (my character is a 6ft 9 elf of some description, won't go into too many details)

[@dragonrider1817]

One of my favorite memories is from a campaign about a year ago. I was playing a ghostwise halfling rogue/monk (with a few levels in warlock later on) and this was our first session. I took expertise in stealth and perception and had a decent wisdom score. The special thing about halflings is they get to reroll natural 1s, but they have to keep whatever they roll the second time. I rolled 2 natural 1s twice in the same session, both on perception checks.

[@trashfire9641]

The Barbarian using combat, stealth, athleticism, acting and cannibalism to break HIMSELF out of jail while the party is back at the inn planning how to break the barbarian out.

[@Peter_Strike]

TL;DR Warforged died trying to get revenge on the bard for convincing the wizard to kill an entire town. It's been a while since this story so let's see if I remember it right. So... we had been sent by this researcher to go find his assistant, who was supposedly studying some ruins. On our way to the ruins, we passed through a town we had previously helped and spent the night at, only to find that several commoners and the town leader had been captured by a band of goblins and troll; and were being held at the ruins we were heading to. Before we leave the town, we were presented with a sword to give to the town leader, that the weapon cleptomaniac bard seemed all too happy to hold onto. We get to the ruins and dispatch of the goblin/troll camp outside with a mix of a frontal assault and ninja stealth tactics. Then we made our way into the stone room the townsfolk were being held in, to find that the town leader is heavily injured. Sees his blade in the hands for our bard, the leader thanks us and asks us to hand over his sword. The bard refuses... The town leader, now a bit annoyed, asks for his sword again. The bard refuses... ...and starts to beat the man to death. After killing the town leader, all the townsfolk that were still around us said they would report us to the royal guard (even though some of the party tried to stop the bard). So the bard ... convinced the wizard ... to seal all the townsfolk in the room ... and cast fireball on everyone in said room. The scorched remains and smell of charred flesh scarred the minds of everyone in the party (except the bard and wizard). We decided to explore the ruins a bit after that, as we had sort of gone straight to trying to 'free the people' after the combat. I wandered into a small room and spotted a raised tile, that I assumed would be some sort of trap. Still a bit pissed at the bard for killing a man over a sword, I called him over and asked him to have a look at the tile. As he got closer to the tile, I pushed him onto it, and the tile sank a bit. He got annoyed, and as I went to walk out, he tried to get up but fumbled, landing back on the tile. This time the tile gave way, and the floor started to collapse. Just before he started to fall, the bard cast suggestion on me... and I failed the saving throw. He told me to walk towards him, which was fair as the floor directly in front of me hadn't collapsed... yet... as in the moment I stood on it, it fell through. The bard then proceeds to cast feather fall on himself, and not me. Again, fair. But I think I should point out, I was playing a warforged, and we were falling six ... thousand feet. When I hit the ground, there were no death saving throws, I had become an accordion, a metal pancake, and was already writing up a new character. Once everyone else had made it down safely, they found that nothing of me or my stuff had survived. They did find some old intact warforged bodies in the cave, but I reasoned that the fall would have destroyed anything I had to store a conscious. And that is how the most interesting character I had ever come up with died, and the joke of me becoming an accordion was born.

[@scottwilhelm2086]

I remember when I found out that when you multiclass, your saving throw bonuses get ridiculously high. When our host poisoned the wine, my character kept drinking.

[@Landonc48]

Ra Ra Rasputin

[@rivahoukes1554]

When the winged hassars arrived... A song about a city under seige when knights rode into battle with shining armor and wings, cutting through the enemy... Fitting!

[@BlazeTheDragon1996]

Omfg i love listening to this channel it makes me realize how boring my D&D stories are compared to these

[@Cheater5445]

I know it might sound stupid, but are there any "online" versions of D&D? App, website, discord etc.?

[@yagonna1]

Yes, there are dnd websites and discord out there, but I do not know any

[@Cheater5445]

@@yagonna1 then we both wait

[@gatekeeper6720]

@@Cheater5445 there's a MRripper discord server, and an app that can be used to play dnd is roll20

[@Cheater5445]

@@gatekeeper6720 the map is called roll20? Thank you. I owe you

[@luckycapgaming5957]

Kreon Mapping No, he said “app.” As in, for the phone or computer

[@Karikazune2]

We had just started playing a new dungeon in a home-brewed game. At this time, my party: (tiefling warlock/Human paladin/vampire paladin) were level 3 and fighting a heavily armed lvl 10 dwarf on a ship deck. Our tiefling and human managed to grapple the dwarf's morning star and Indiana Jones wrap her in it, like a whip. They were in a tug-o-war with this dwarf and just barely hanging on. Our vampire had made his way over to one of the ballistae on the ship and was ready to shoot the dwarf. He yelled "Hey guys, over here!" getting everyone's attention before rolling a nat. 1. He, cut the draw string which slapped him and got knocked overboard into the ocean. dwarf was so stunned by the idiocy of it all, she starts laughing uncontrollably and the tiefling and human manage to finish her off with a few blows of her own morning star. Meanwhile, our lovely vampire proceeded to roll 2 nat 20's in a row! he swam to a few mysterious chains leading deep down into the ocean at the front of the ship and climbed up one and through a hole. The other party members had no clue where he went and thought he sank to the bottom of the ocean. They were trying to figure out how they were going to survive on this ship with only two party members left. After about 20 minutes of them VERY CAREFULLY traversing deeper into the ship a signal goes off, traps are obviously disarmed and lights come on. The vampire wound up bypassing the ENTIRE dungeon. The hole led to the control room where a Wizard of Oz style halfling was running the whole thing. The vampire just mind controlled the poor guy into shutting off all the traps and releasing the two golems who were dragging the ship. A dungeon that should have taken us months was completed in three sessions. The DM was so upset because he hadn't written the next part yet. We wound up sinking the ship and floating around in the ocean for a few days to give him time to write. Definitely the earliest, most memorable event we had happen to us.

[@amberkat8147]

I spent several minutes unable to keep from laughing every time I pictured your vampire going "hey guys, over here!" said with a goody long-fanged smile, followed by *slap* *Splash!* I am glad it worked out.

[@BeauV495]

I was the Dm and had a froghemoth ambush the party along side a very deep river. I had full intentions of keeping the fight one land. I had 3 pcs grappled up and the druid ran up to the froghemoth and cast "Thunder wave"... all players but one drowned in the encounter. What fun!

[@a_lot_of_carbonbudge4457]

I have a story about this! I usually DM, but my friend wanted to try and ran a Pirate One-Shot. My PC was a Water Genasi Rogue with a ring of water walking. When it came to the point we all expected (On Deck fight against the pirate enemies), my plan was in action. I dove into the ocean and swam up to the base of the enemy ship, put the ring on and walked along the water with it. The DM described that the ships had been slowed and the anchor had been lowered, so I was good. I then used many, many turns using the Genasi spell abilities (5e) and cast Shape water multiple times. I ended up stacking 8 tonnes of ice onto the ship and sinking it along with the remaining enemies. A dragon turtle we befriended killed them with ease.

[@DimitriAlexandreBlaiddyd14]

OK, so I've only been playing DnD for a few months, but this is too good to pass up. I was nervous about trying DnD for the first time, so joined the campaign like 3 sessions late, so please note that this was my FIRST EVER DND SESSION. The party had to go find a dwarf named Bartholo. So we go to Bartholo's house to find that he is not there, and there's now a curse on the building. Now, pretty much everybody in our party is a magic user, but one of us shall ever rival the legend, prestige, or infamy gained in this moment by our Tiefling Wild-Magic Sorcerer, Kine. Kine goes ahead and casts a spell (he's a bit of a pyromaniac, so I'm going to hazard a guess that he was casting fireball at a cursed plant). He pulls a magic surge with it, and what does he do? Take a guess. Take a wild guess. If you guessed *"pukes out a massive swarm of giant angry bees that are on fire"* then you were right! He pukes out probably _forty_ individual enemies that then begin swarming everybody in the vicinity and trying to kill them. We then have to spend what was probably almost an hour mopping up the bees. That was my character's introduction too - I ran in to help save them from the bees. I'm a gentleman-thief rogue with a background as a druid, so I can use wild shape. I had to spend the entire bee fight...as a horse. so I'm just running around slapping at bees with my tail and stamping with my hooves to try to clean up the mess that Kine created. When the dust settled, Bartholo's house was a smoking ruin (partially my fault actually), our cleric was trapped under the rubble, there were three dead guards that had tried to help kill the bees, and a random dead old lady that had been going for a walk. Since then, I've begun to refer to Kine exclusively as "Beeswax", and I've gotten the rest of the party to follow my example on and off. Beeswax also keeps a surviving bee from the incident as a pet, and has named it Fluffy. The story of The Famous Beeswax, to this day, is one of the most legendary moments for us in the campaign.

[@amberkat8147]

Spending the whole fight as a horse is honestly the best part, i love it, especially as your character's introduction to the party. I'm kinda sad I'll never be able to see their reactions when they found out the horse was their new ally!

[@verus2471]

Well, I was once part of a post-apocalypse zombie campaign. My Charakter, a human doctor, was entirely build around healing, which made him *very* squishy (like a 2 hit kill). He used a wooden broom with a sharpened tip as a melee-weapon and actually managed (with the blessing of the dice-gods) to carry the party as a dps. At one point, we were ambushed. Everyone starts fighting, rolls porely and most players get pretty low. Well, not the doctor. With his broom in hand, he impaled zombie after zombie, beating their brains out while the rest of the party was just watching from the sidelines. I think I rolled like 5 consqutive crits that fight. But the moment that really made this doctor infamous, came later. We rescued a boy from a town, that got overrun with zombies. But the boy was bit in the arm and wouldn't stop screaming. So, to save the child from turning into a zombie, the doctor took his knife and stabbed the kid through the jaw right into the brain, which killed him on the spot. The table went silent. Turns out, to save the boys life, the doctor could have just cut his arm off...

[@K1000Master]

10:16 best story ever. Got me ideas about a new villain for my own campaign. Thank you to whoever sent that to you

[@TheManInBlueFlames]

I have an idea for a video Mr. Ripper: What are the funniest moments you've had with a character/encounter with charm person/hypnotic gaze/any possession spell?!

[@TubingBread]

Yeah, he should do that.

[@MayoIsMyInstrument]

While the DM may disagree, casting a 9th level call lightning spell during a hurricane(which he reconned to bring counter spelled as I had a homebrew feat that caused my lightning damage spells to reduce immunity to resistance, and the feat that ignores lightning resistance), and then using every dice, skill, and bonus available to my 14th level bard rolling a 45 total intimidate to tell someone, who I thought was some looter stealing my treasure, to screw off and die. The DM said they were NOT intimidated at all, because as I later found out they were the god of magic.

[@kasper7574]

4:47 if the paladin doesn't smite the cleric for doing something as evil as that, then he's not doing his job as a paladin...

[@nephilima3956]

Not exactly what you would call infamous, but thia moment is considered one very badass move amongst my friends. My character was a true vampire with the homebrewed class "Demonic Puppeteer" (it basically means you controle puppets to fight for you, posses your dolls with demons and manipulate other people, apparently very OP combined with vampire) and also the daughter of motherfucking Dacula, although she didn't really reveal that at first. Her name's Estalora btw. So here's the jist: My character was cursed, which in this case meant that she forgott a specific part of her life. She didn't knew what it was or why she had been cursed, she only knew who did it. Her brother. Now the thing was, the whole campaign was originally all about slaying Dracula. Or so we thought, because all we knew was that we were after a vampire lord who cald himself "Tepesh". We just assumed our DM was refering to Dracula. Boy were we wrong. It turned out that my characters brother had actually killed Dracula, his own father, to make himself a vampire lord. We ultimately beat him though (Vampire lords sure are a giant pain in the ass), which meant we reduced him to like around 5 or so hit points, at which point he started pleading for his life. I demand of him to remove the curse, which he then did. This is where things get juicy. What the curse had made her forget, was that at some point, about twenty years ago, my character had fallen in love with a human whom she had a son with. Her brother, who kind of had this "superior to human"-complex (we've all been there), didn't exactly take that well, had the man and the son killed and then cursed my character to forget about them before she had the chance to kill him. Having learned this, my usually well manered, lovable character, this blackhaired goth of a loli, with victorian dress, umbrella, twin drills and everything, proceeds to literally string this guy up (magic threads), holds him up and with a clench of her fist severs him into countles pieces (ever seen The Cube?). Now, when a vampire lord "dies", they instamead turn into a cloud of mist to retreat to their coffin, so they can regenrate. Since my character knows this, she then uses Eldritch Blast to blow away the ceiling, exposing the misty remains of the former vampire lord to the bright light of day, causing them to dispers with an infernal scream of agony. That does the job. My friends Btw, there is this very emotional scene in the prologue when she meets her son in a nearby village. Turns out the man managed to hide him before he was killed.

[@CrusaderEm]

Sorry for the long story. I was playing a Pathfinder campaign and took the opportunity to try out one of the new hybrid classes, the Bloodrager. Kind of a barbarian/sorcerer who I named Vivaldi. I don't remember everything about him, but I know I took almost every blood spell possible. I had the blackblood curse as well. If I had the chance to cast all my spells before entering battle, getting cut in battle caused my blood to spray at the enemy dealing fire, acid, and cold damage, as well as having adhesive properties. The enemy's weapons would get stuck in my body. The blackblood also caused me to deal extra cold damage with my weapon. I also had as much damage resistance as possible. That character was a monster. Practically unkillable, my character gained nearly infinite confidence. Around level 4, our party wizard was, justifiably, pretty sick of my character. I made risky decisions just to try and create a challenge for myself. We infiltrated a town run by a gang who we had upset early in the campaign. This was the big moment where our party was supposed to sneak into the enemy base and take out the gang leader. When coming up with plans on how to get in unnoticed, Vivaldi spoke up. "I'll distract the town." Our wizard, "the whole town?" "Yes." The wizard agreed, hoping this would be an opportunity to get my character killed off, stating the party shouldn't help me if I get into trouble. In the middle of the night, Vivaldi takes a gang member that he captured and knocked out earlier, and ties him to a pole in the middle of town. He then lit him on fire and drew his greatsword. The screams of the gang member (they're all cannibals so you shouldn't feel bad) woke up the town. Vivaldi was mobbed by countless enemies while the other 3 party members tried to sneak into the boss' manor. They were attacked by a single guard and we ran the two combat scenarios side by side. Vivaldi was untouchable. Enemies were dropping left and right while on the other side of town, my friends were running out of healing spells and having a real fight for their lives against one enemy. After about 3 rounds of combat, when my turn came up, I'd begin playing Black Sabbath's "Mob Rules" throughout my turn, then pausing it the moment the scene on my side of the town was complete, creating a hilarious disconnect between our situations. The DM was in tears laughing and after a few rounds of rolling with 20+ enemies and failing every hit, he decided he'd just roll a d4 each round and rule that's how much damage got through my DR. I was cool with it as I had a lot of hp as well. I believe the death toll was 84 before the enemies just started to flee from me. I was only down about half health. I made it to the rest of the party just in time for them to drop the guard without needing my help. I was proud. I felt bad stealing the spotlight, as I usually play healers or tanks that take a back seat in combat, letting the wizards and damage dealers shine. I wanted to change characters because he was just too strong, but we never played that campaign again. Our DM still considers Vivaldi his favorite character that I've ever made.

[@coffeebean2]

Our first random encounter was 6 boars. 4 of them got a nat 20. The cleric and Paladin started rolling death saves and the rogue was damaged very badly. "Getting boar'd" is now a term used for a situation in which someone is likely to die instantly.

[@imanard3593]

The party was going through a cave in a cold mountain. We know their is a yeti here and we are under leveled. As we travel through the cave, the yeti appeared behind us and almost killed the wizard. The cleric fighter multi class rolled 2 hits with a 4th level inflicted wounds on each hit. Two 20s. So he did 14D10 Plus 8 times 2... the DM describes as the dwarf kills the yeti before we knew what happened. We called that move the yeti slayer.

[@ericlin7775]

Once we had a Hobgoblin with 7 health left (revealed by the DM during post-session review since we don't know monster HP to avoid meta-gaming), our sorcerer decide that since the Hobgoblin is described as "in a very weak state", he will use a level 1 slot magic missile....and for 3d4+3 he got 6 damage. DM: "In a comedic way, your first missile pokes a hole in the hobgoblin's chest, unfortunately the other 2 missile fly through it, the Hobgoblin takes minimal damage from your magic missile. Paladin, it is now your turn, just end his misery already"

[@oz_jones]

Love it

[@jayWWWW253]

THE DRAGON CRAB So I was running the lost mine of phandelver and I decided to put in a magic item for one of my players. It was a dagger that could cast ture Ploymorph with a permanent effect. They found it in the ruined wizard house in the thundertree ruins. This house is also the home of a dragon. My archeologist tiefling manage to convince the dragon to be a test subject so that it and the players can learn what it does. I made a table of different creatures that range for CR 0 to CR 8. I had 20 creatures so one d20 was used to determine the out come. Nat 20 would be a dragon, however when they used it on the dragon and I rolled to see what it would turn into, I rolled a nat 1. So they defeated a dragon by turning it into a crab. They then proceeded to cook it except they cant cook and ended up burning themselves on boiling water.

[@imanard3593]

The lesson is.......... don’t give you’re players a Permanent Polymorph spell and a dragon to kill

[@jayWWWW253]

@@imanard3593 yeah for real

[@happyunlucky]

I played with an ex-friend once. She didn't play as a bard(didn't even have high charisma), but for some reason insisted on carrying a recorder around to play at taverns for whatever reason. In our first session, she rolled to play "Hot Cross Buns" in the tavern we were at. It got a 20. She also brought an actual recorder to the session, so we sat amidst giggles for about a minute as she played the song. And then everyone clapped.

[@broomthegodofdestruction561]

The first story is just: BY THE POWER OF HATE AND GODS I WILL AMITE YOU

[@nicolecoleman8165]

So this was Pathfinder, not quite DnD, but still a memorable moment to say the very least. I was a kinecist (think avatar the last airbender; my character was the equivalent of a water bender), a barbarian, a bard, and a ranger. We are climbing this craggy mountain and we get confronted by a young dragon. Well, the only person who can speak dragon language pissed it off and we get attacked. We are all slowly dying as this dragon swoops down,breathes fire on our faces, etc. We've been taking pot shots at it and barely are denting the darn thing because it's a dragon. Well, the bard, who has a tarot deck that somehow correlates with whatever god he worships, decides to draw a card and make a play. The card he draws essentially ups his performance and move d/c by 2. Well, he rolls to cast Hideous Laughter, crits, and his +2 pushes him over the DC. Dragon, while mid-flight over a very large ravine, suddenly bursts out laughing, and falls to his death, taking nearly a hundred or so fall damage.

[@alex9x9]

Pathfinder is d&d. It's 3.5 II but legally it belongs to Paizo, not wizards of the coast. But for me it's as d&d as the rest of the versions (and more than 4e by a longshot).

[@codysaylor9224]

This was my first DND session I'd ever played. So in this matter, there are a decent few people who also started, but the main players of this story are a chaotic evil gnome, a young teenage half-orc, and my 10ft tall dragonborn. We start off at around level 5 or 6 in a large pit of corpses after having a mercenary job go bad. Soon after coming to, we each see skeletons and a lich looting the area. As you may expect, we jump right into combat after moving into position. My comrades move into melee combat as their classes were more geared towards it. As a warlock, I move to a high position on top of a pile of corpses to ready my attack. I decide to cast burning hands and scorch the skeletons. Ironically, I scorch some of my teammates, but I didn't really worry much as I was chaotic neutral. Even so, the skeletons are now charred. To my surprise, the chaotic evil gnome decides to chomp into one with his teeth. Our DM has him roll for it, and he succeeds. Now, we have a tiny gnome latching onto a flailing skeleton for dear life. This isn't where it ends. After biting into the skeleton, our teenage half-orc decides to grab the gnome and use him as a makeshift club. DM has her roll for this as well. Success! She rips off the gnome and charred leg he was biting into in order to club the adjacent skeleton. Now, the gnome and the skeletons are hurting, and I'm surprised the gnome doesn't need dentures!

[@Matrota]

Warning: small essay ahead. One of my favorite moments happened recently, when I was playing an air genasi warlock in 5th edition named Caspian. My patron was an enenra, a smoke and bonfire spirit tied to the primordial elements. It was a homebrew patron I worked on with my DM, but essentially I had extra mobility and a cool smoke aesthetic to all my magic spells. Anyways, while traveling with a large group of mercenaries our party came upon a tribe known as the Atch Bracken, who apparently worshiped "fire spirits." They were having a celebration the following night involving mass fighting in an arena, and invited us and the mercenaries we were traveling with to join. Being hot-blooded adventurers, the rest of the party was more than willing to participate in arena combat to show off their skills. The following night however, we come to learn that this was no simple arena battle. The young tribe members poured into the arena in droves, and they all began fighting to the death, every man for themselves. Waves of fire washed over the battlefield as the tribe chanted, and devils were summoned from the nine hells. It turned out the "fire spirits" they worshiped were of the hellish persuasion, not the primordial one. So the party bands together, defeating members of the tribe and devils in kind, until all that remain is our party, worn and beaten on a mountain of smouldering corpses. It's at this moment a massive rift opens, and the son of the archdevil the tribe worships appeared. Apparently, nobody has defeated this guy since the current chief of the tribe, but our group wasn't about to give up. The devil laughed, turning to our group and proclaiming that we would all die by his blade. Caspian retorted "the only one dying here is you." I start off combat with a bang, using hex on the demon and casting a modified scorching ray with a magic staff I had. Due to a lucky crit, I hit the devil for almost 70 points of damage. After a hit like that, the devil was focused almost exclusively on Caspian out of respect, ande perhaps a little bit of fear. While the party continued wailing on this powerful devil, Caspian went down in two rounds to the boss, falling unconscious on the mound of bodies. But when it came time to roll death saves, I rolled a natural twenty on my first try, getting back up from near death with 1 hit point. I looked the devil in the eyes and repeated with a painful breath, "I told you, the only one of us dying here is you." It was a mic drop moment, and the whole party erupted with cheers. The DM applied some rule of cool stuff after I got up from death's door, making my patron physically appear to help, empowering my magic for the rest of the fight. With a true spirit of smoke and fire, as well as working with the rest of the party, we managed to defeat the devil in the next few rounds, earning the respect of the entire tribe as well as the archdevil whose son we just sent packing back to the nine hells.

[@TubingBread]

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.

[@DraconicDuelist]

Nice!

[@amberkat8147]

That is so cool.

[@dr.josiah]

It's videos like these that makes me wish I learned about DnD a long time ago. Keep up the good work.

[@TheKamiBunny]

Legendary move by my campaign's barbarian; he's the only one that had the same character from the beginning to end of the campaign starting from level 3 and finishing level 20. He basically had 2 options when faced with challenges, "I hit it." And "I run away". Sometimes simplicity is best.

[@BoredTAK5000]

The last one is probably one of my favourite stories on this channel

[@domger6638]

I had a "legendary" move once, my friends and i tend to make campaigns loosely based on what ever manga or anime the current dm is reading, and i ended up rolling 3 nat twenties and 5 more high rolls(16-19) and ended up beating the main character

[@drannelthegoblin6389]

Me: *hears the intro and notices he didn’t mention tieflings or any home brew race* 😢 le sad tear

[@mitchgosser2802]

I'm going to tell two stories to you, that I didn't realize were connected until afterwards. The first, is the first arc boss battle of our first Pathfinder campaign back in Late August, 2018. The second, was last Saturday. We were sneaking into the quarantined castle of a Dwarven King whom had closed off his town and his castle from the outside world for unknown reasons. He had been searching for an item called "The Psionic Opal" and we intended to gain a treaty with him for a neighboring kingdom if we could get it to him. With Arcana checks, we determined that the item gave off big unknown psychic energy, and paranoid of it having an adverse effect we decided to go to a local smith to fashion a lead box to cancel out it's energies. When attempting to meet with the king, he swiped it out of the box after I botched a reflex save then kicked us out. One of his servants knowing we were robbed, gave us a path to a back entrance to try speaking with him, leading us to his throne room. Each party member hid out of sight waiting for him to arrive, while I, a Dark Elf Vigilante, hid behind his throne. The king entered, and sat on the throne, talking to the opal about what needed to be done. At which point, I jumped out from behind him, and instead of going for a Hidden Attack as my Class Feature dictated, I shoved the lead box over his head to cut him off from whatever psychic effect was being amplified. Now blinded, our Ratfolk Cleric used Grasping Vines to entangle him, and he dropped his handmade, electrified War Hammer. Then our fighter ran up, and smacked him in the head, and the ringing (and the fact that the party had blinded, disarmed, and psychically cut off what was supposed to be a big climactic boss fight) caused the king to hack up the BBEG-Spawn that had possessed him for phase 2. Which quickly ended when it got pushed off a balcony when trying to use the Opal to summon a Giant to destroy the kingdom. Even though my Vigilante died a few arcs later, she was always remembered for canceling his boss fight with nothing but a lead box. Part Two: Since my first character died in a glorious Revolution (Long Story) my second character was an NPC Duergar Bartender that she had encountered just before they died. I play him as a Homebrew Artificer based on Frank Reynolds. The party had been caught up in a Great Train Robbery, caught between elemental bandits who were boarding the train by land, and a group of Sky Pirates who were attempting to steal the train via harpoon guns. As our encounters went on, the Pirates would hook into the furthest back carriage, and trying to lift the train off into the sky. Between fights, we would uncouple each cart to prevent them from lifting the whole train airborne. Our Wizard, whom had fashioned himself a MagiTech Iron Man Suit, had just been killed by a Bulette that the Bandits had taken control of since he took more than half his health in damage. Our group had been fighting our way to the front of the train to save him, leaving only the bandit leader and the bulette in front of us (the latter chewing on the Wizard's leg like a dog). After a brief taunt by the Leader, whom had already had half his face blown off by the Wizard, The Ifrit Ignited and pulled out a Cannon-Sized Pistol. Our Fighter (with some allowance on the technicality that he was preventing the Wizard from Escaping the mortal coil, and he had an ability that let him double his enormous movement to prevent escaping enemies) rushed past him with the tiny Rat-Cleric in hand, leaving my Artificer to deal with the Ifrit. The DM had been hyping up this boss fight, since I just got him to watch Promare, and he was blasting Superfly on his speakers. The Ifrit uses his first attack to try and shoot me, but I pass the Reflex Save, and since I'm wearing a Ring of Evasion, I take no damage. As the Cleric looks through spells to determine how best to save the Wizard's Life, I have the idea to use Wall of Iron in an effort to split the party off from the Boss and The Bulette, to make sure they have the time needed to bring him back to life, but reading the rules further, I realized that the GM hadn't realized something important. On my turn, I use Wall of Iron to reforge the walls and ceiling of the cart into an Iron cube around the Ifrit, and due to their combusted nature, "they burn all the oxygen left inside the box, and suffocate." The GM. Is. Stunned. The Ifrit is left banging on the wall, and eventually burns himself out, as the fighter sticks a stick of dynamite that the Wizard stashed into the Bulette's mouth and ignited it with his Flame-Sword. When the Wizard woke up, he was left wondering what the hell happened while he was dead. But the fight wasn't quite over; the Pirates latched onto the boss fight car, and lifted it up, and due to a failed reflex save, my character tripped and got stuck in the car as it was pulled away. The GM found it a perfect opportunity to bring back a recurring antagonist of ours, a Lich whom had been after our party, trying to make us give him magical macguffins we were hunting. After a failed attempt at diplomacy, the Lich turned his finger into a blowtorch, and began cutting a hole in the box, and after another failed roll, he punctured the box; at which point the Wizard pointed out the pressure differential between the oxygenless box and the regular air would cause a vaccuum, which proceeded to rip the Lich's arm off, then ignite the oxygen blasting the Lich off and away. I used Wall of Iron one more time to build myself a slide, and fell back down onto the train, as we rode off into the sun. And watched the Sky Pirates be left to deal with the mess. It was only afterward that the Fighter noted that this was the second time that I had cockblocked the GM from a box fight with the use of a Metal Box.

[@DraconicDuelist]

Ha! That's great! Though I swear I've seen something like this before... Do you know about some anime that was on Toonami/Adult Swim several years ago: where 2 teenagers have this power to make cubes out of spirit energy (one blue, one green) and use them to defend their High School (which sits on a thin spot between human and spirit worlds) from ghosts/monsters? There was one episode where they had a big enemy that had fire powers which was burning down the forest, that they killed by: sealing it in a big box, letting it burn the oxygen out; then opened a hole in the top causing the fresh air to rush in causing a massive explosion.

[@FerreTrip]

@@DraconicDuelist That sounds like a really unique anime! What was it?

[@DraconicDuelist]

@@FerreTrip Unfortunately, the reason I tried my best to describe it without a name is because I can't remember what it was called... Every time I've tried to search it with these details, I get nothing. Even though I _know_ it was on Cartoon Network at some point, looking at their old lineups doesn't give me anything that sounds like it fits...

[@GoddessoftheRealm]

Here is what I expected to happen: they go in to stop the ritual, the necromancers summon two oger zombies to bar the door so that they can test their new abomination out on the players- the players probably defeat the abomination, and then go for the cult leader the cult leader dies too easily and reverts to snow- showing that he is a simulacrum. What went down? The druid filled the room with fog and the wizard used minor illusion (and a nat 20 deception check) to be the voice of the entity the cult was chanting to, the cleric used his semi sentient door to fill the archway, the wizard and the Sorcerer worked together to use a scroll of Fireball and some drugs that the sorcerer recently invented to make everyone go blind for awhile. Meanwhile, the Druid yoinked the body the cult were doing rituals on. The wizard used minor illusion again and convinced the entire room to kill each other for her favor... and wouldnt you know, she had a lot of advantage because.... holy crap. So that happened. They opened the door and in marched a bigger illusioned sorcerer, stomping through the mist as the Druid dispersed it, the cleric and the Rogue/bard flanking behind him. The only person left in the room? The cult leader simulacrum at half health and trembling in fear- when we came to his turn I was going to have him raise the fallen cultists as Zombies. I didn't get the chance. He knelt before the table and the sorcerer sent a lighting bolt threw him the rouge stabbed him and took him down to 22 hp(I have a whiteboard that I track HP on I never ever show it to my players) then tha druid called lighting down upon the leader. He rolled his damage. 22. I HAD to show him everyone was cheering and high fiving and going nuts. I have never been so proud, or so happy to be outsmarted, to have my party take a 3 hour combat and make it take 20 min never entering initiative. That was the best session I have run to date. Their teamwork and ingenuity was.... beautiful to say the least. I'm gonna have to make combat a little harder to challenge them I think... Oh, They Call the con " The Gideon "

[@williammarkham7598]

So, I was playing a stereotypical bard in a campaign a few years ago: horny as heck, terribly dramatic, and an emo fallen aasimar to boot. In the last town before the DM strands us on another plane, the DM makes the mistake of letting my character buy a Wand of Magic Missile with eight charges that can be simultaneously discharged. Well, the party has had enough of this character when an Allosaurus races through the middle of the party, bites over my torso to my waist, and runs off with my half-dead body in its mouth. Not a single party member takes their attack of opportunity. About ten seconds later, they see a mushroom cloud of dinosaur guts after I fully discharge my wand and the DM realizes that the average roll will one-shot his dinosaur. My bard lived but got the message, so there were no more assassination attempts.

[@WriterKing92]

Wait, they tried to assassinate your character or your bard tried to assassinate your party?

[@williammarkham7598]

@@WriterKing92 The DM tried to kill my bard and the party was complicit; my bard was not homicidal, sadly

[@nullblasterthevoidmaker1750]

Damn. Somebody blew her entire miracle budget on that one.

[@overpricedaluminum6585]

that ranger dude who shot the red dragon was just beautiful

[@scottwilhelm2086]

I discovered, with Evasion & shockingly high Reflex Save, my 3.5 Halfling Fighter/Rogue was pretty much immune to Fireballs and Lightning Bolts. The party Wizard was thrilled.

[@Lesopal]

I was playing a campaign and got a 10ft sword (which can expand to 50ft) in the first session. I then attacked the final boss next session thinking I’m so cool. It one scoot us all with a fireball

[@ratatatat3812]

I was playing a elf cleric and the dm said i could use inflict wounds with my bare hands. I proceed to slap an orc on a rotating platform so hard it could kill 2 orcs. It was dubbed the Jesus slap.

[@devinwhite5064]

Aww. Missed opportunity. Could have called it Godsmack

[@apollo9057]

I have a story: So my friends and I were all total D&D noobs playing our second ever campaign (a one-shot). We weren’t playing super seriously, as our DM prefered to play fast and loose with the rules for maximum dumbassery/badassery, and this was a great opportunity to flex creative muscles. It was a lot of fun, but definitely more of a joke session. So I was playing as a flat broke, no-nonsense, team mom fighter type. Originally, my plan was to use a spear as my weapon, but our DM had the idea to make us roll for the privilege of picking our own weapons, and I failed, so that was a bust. Taking pity on me since I didn’t really want to be a fist-fighter, the DM jokingly declared that my weapon was “ground implements”. The idea was, anything on the ground could be picked up by my fighter and used as a weapon. Now, I’m sure the DM thought this meant rocks, spare weapons, etc. But as I mentioned before, the only limits on what we could do was our creativity. So. There was a point where we were fighting some kind of terrifying inter-dimensional god creature (our DM had a lot of fun trying to kill us), and this guy somehow teleported us to the moon. We were cornered, fighting in frickin outer space, and I didn’t have any weapons left (not much laying on the ground on the moon). So I did the only thing I could think of, and asked the DM if the ground itself technically counted as a ground implement. They just. Looked at me. Staring. And just said “roll”. I rolled like a 19 in strength and was allowed to throw the moon at our enemy. To this day, my friends and I will joke about this event. The DM also put more restrictions on the whole “ground implements” thing to make sure I couldn’t do that again.

[@eith42]

One of my players was a shadow demon. I allowed them to design new races and classes in cooperation with me. However, besides other cool stuff, he could move through walls, but only with the parts of him, which were not dressed. Someday, they got at an ancient Desert Temple, and after they killed the undead guards, the first accident happened. To kill an skeleton, he used his jump, and accidentally destroyed the stairs he was standing on, so first he got 23 damage from the fall. But after the others slowly climbed down the dungeon, he began to explore the chamber, and found a door, obviously he wanted to look through it, but the door was very thick. So I let him roll a D20 to see how he made it. He rolled 1. So he had been stuck in the Wall. After my other Players came down there, they saw him, stuck in the door, but decided to take a long rest first, before Nadarr finally smashed the door with a 20. So the demon (who's name was Bob) couldn't do anything for 40 minutes, while the others played poker. At the end of the campaign Bob committed suicide.

[@amberkat8147]

That's so sad, I'm sorry for Bob.

[@chinmustache6420]

Once again, the last one needs to be animated

[@Jenn-lq9yu]

I had a moment very early in a 5th Edition campaign where we were playing as our RL selves transported into a fantasy setting with only what we had on our persons at the time. For context, I RL am a Martial Artist who's been practising for about 22 years at this point and have a Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do, so I naturally wrote myself up as a Monk in the game. So, we begin our adventure and as is only natural, end up running into a pack of Goblins almost as soon as we appear, and we haven't had any time to get any equipment. So the rest of the party is scrambling, trying to find makeshift weapons to utilize against the Goblins. Meanwhile, I proceed to roll nat 20s about 5 times in a row somehow on each of my turns, (The Dice Gods were on my side this night) and the DM described as each of my blows exploded the head of another Goblin. After the fight was over, we left behind a pile of headless Goblin corpses and I went to find somewhere to wash my fists. Next fight comes up... I don't roll anymore nat 20s, but I am still rolling consistently between 16-19 for attack rolls, and my damage dice are somehow maxing or close to maxing every attack. More heads explode with every blow now, and by this point local villagers start to give our party a reputation as the 'Head Exploders', and it was all a result of my busted rolls. Long story short, the DM got very mad at me over my rolls and cancelled the campaign because my busted Monk rolls were trivializing every fight when they had intended the campaign to be very difficult given it was our RL selves. But god was it absolutely hilarious.

[@aPoxlee]

Bro copped a touch in the most chaotic fight, then got electrocuted

[@broomthegodofdestruction561]

Also my own story is I stole one coin earlier in the campaign (high stealth roll but dm made me have to roll to see how much i stole) we were on the brink of death fighting a dragon the dm thought we were prepared for, as a last attempt I chucked the coin at the dragon, 3 nat 20s, the coin pierced the dragons head killing it and flying into the distances, dm made a quest in his next campaign “find the legendary winged coin” I have a feeling why

[@RustyToaster]

Once the party barbarian jumped off a moving airship to punch a Griffin, after he did that, he fell 500 feet and landed in a swamp, where he decided to 1v1 a FRIGGIN HYDRA! The character (named dundar) died, so whenever someone jumps or falls off the air ship we call it "pulling a dundar" in his memory.

[@princedragon8019]

Once I had a powerful mini-boss that I wanted to fight the party. When the battle started though the Hexblade Warlock just pushed him into his demi-plane and deleted it. And that is how my coolest boss was one-shot before it could do anything

[@noneofyourbuisness1679]

That last one though . . . I have no words for awesome that is

[@deathbychicken25]

Had to side quest my fellow dnd group, because for a completed quest a banshee will give 1gauranty to be truthful to a question that will aid thee traveler's in there quest. And a member asked "just one" it's says "yes" and turns around to disappear

[@lunedesang5701]

The Sparta kicking guy pulled a Legolas. With a dead body instead of a shield.

[@NobodyDungeons]

That last one sounds like something that would happen in my groups as everyone in my group is at least somewhat off their rockers

[@ryansullivan7349]

Party starts fighting enemy mage in an ice cave, with ice gollems coming through the walls. Enemy wizard puts up a wall of forve around him, making a sphere that goes into the ice below him. The party is low on casters, mostly focusing on melee. Our Artificer had recently finished their antimagic chemo treatment (long story), and had just switched to wizard, school of invention (something like that). They cast hold person as our Elemental Monk used control water on the ice in the bubble under the bad mages feet. The dm said the hold person held the bad mage over the water, so the monk started slapping the mage around with the water, turning his impenetrable fortress into a washing machine. After a turn, bad mage lost concentration and we all dogpiled him.

[@amberkat8147]

Okay, that's some smart use of spells!

[@monke5866]

friend was trying to cast eldritch blast but was too close to a cultist, turned into a eldritch slap. we have now made it into an official spell among our dnd groups. eldritch slap gets an extra 2d4 bludgeoning damage.

[@dezmoore351]

That last one is the best murder hobo ive ever heard

[@berserkerrex4411]

I've got one more story to contribute: My party and I were tasked with investigating a neighboring mountain Kingdom, where a strange epidemic had sprung up. After a bit of investigation and exploring we discovered along a secluded path on the edge of a cliff face was a set of elvish ruins, leading into the mountain. After killing some undead and making our way through some traps, we made the discovery that those weren’t just elvish ruins, they were Drow ruins. The mountain kingdom was located above the Underdark. After splitting into 2 parties, one of 5 (including our Half-Orc barbarian, our Dwarven fighter, our Half-Elf cleric, our Tiefling rouge, and our Gnome wizard) and the other of 2 (including myself the Platinum Half-Dragon fighter, and our Human warlock). My party split off at a cave where I had heard some noises and investigated. After some further exploration we discover the Drow were poisoning the mountain kingdom’s water supply using this strange purple sludge. Upon seeing this I charged at the group of drow and cast fireball (I was using the sub-class Eldritch Knight) while attempting to mimic the roar of a dragon. My DM laughed and asked that I roll first for my fireball to hit and then for the roar’s quality. Both Nat 20s. My DM sat stunned, before dropping a bomb. DM: "With an unmatched intensity, you bellow out a ferocious and deafening roar that echoes throughout the caverns of the Underdark and reverberates through the mountain's stone, so everyone within the mountain kingdom above and in the area surrounding the mountain can hear your call. Both civilizations tremble in fear, as your fireball strikes directly in the center of the group of Drow knocking them all backwards and igniting the poisoned stream." Apparently the poison the Drow were using was essentially gasoline, and my fireball ignited the streams of poison and not only caused the poison water to catch fire, but also caused the thousands of vats of poison to explode too. The resulting explosions caused the supporting beams holding the mountain kingdom up to be destroyed and the mountain kingdom collapsed into the Underdark completely killing both civilizations. Before the mountain kingdom fell on our heads our DM gave us all one turn to react. I had a magic item with a conscious spirit inside it, that teleported me out of harms way, our human Warlock used a ring teleportation to escape and our Wizard was able to take the hand of our half elf cleric and used a Gate scroll to escape. Everyone else in the party was instantly crushed by the falling debris. By using 1 fireball I had single handily killed more than 100,000 beings, belonging to 2 different civilizations, in addition to almost half my party. However, thanks to my Nat 20 dragon’s roar, everyone that witnessed the mountain's collapse believed a dragon was responsible.

[@Blayze]

For my group, it's the first time I cast Fireball. I got radius and diameter mixed up, misread the damage I was going to do, and took out not only the four bandits we were fighting, but also the two prisoners we had with us... and everything else in the room. I was too busy laughing to explain to the group that Sculpt Spell would keep us safe.

[@paocut9018]

Once, we where fighting a band of hobgoblins in a dungeon (we where lv. 5 and there where like 5 of them and 4 of us). This was supposed to be deadly for us. We closed ourselves in a room and readied our actions. We killed the first 3 without even letting them attack, and one of the others threw a bomb in the room. I ask if I can kick it, the GM allows it. I roll a 20 and kick the bomb directly at the face, then close the door (there where some barrels of gunpowder in the room). A huge explosion kills the two remaining hobgoblins along with some 5 or 6 goblins that where in the room with them. I'll always remember that

[@supercool1312]

my story: In my firsr game we were playing pathfinder, i was an elf wizard named “gth”, and we were playing “lost mines of phandelver” and i joined when they were heading to a fort (i dont remember the name, but it had a grick in it and we were trying to resuce someone), and in thst fort was an owlbear. Now me, being a new player, thought i could try and tame it, so i went up to it and..... it instantly killed me.

[@alex9x9]

I'd totally try to hug an owlbear irl so i get u

[@329link]

It's rare that you get truly badass stories, but holy shit are they badass.

[@Jack30749]

The frog story really made me want to play DnD, i laughed way too much with that one.

[@Xx_Tuberculosis_xX]

I like how the 1st one is literally just “I have the power of god and this bow and arrow”

[@fredasears620]

~14m story I call foul. It's funny... but dude, you CANNOT sneak attack once they know you're there. I think grappling on a bed on fire counts as knowing you're there.

[@grypph]

I'm a DM for a party of 5. One of the players, a Half-Orc Barbarian, has a bit of a... personality disorder, shall I say. He's like the Hulk, but whenever he gets angry, he turns into Fat Bastard. Oh boy, here we go. So the party is going through this massive underground castle that was sunk into the ground ages ago. They're heading through to stop some evil druid, but that's not important to the story. Right now, they notice they keep running into more and more Dire Rats (they're only Lvl 1, so they're not fighting anything too hardcore yet). This is due to them slowly creeping upon the rat's nest. Inside, is a giant Dire Rat, as well as many smaller ones. This big one is the mama rat, and essentially their first boss of sorts. So the players are rather noisy, and the mama rat is able to prepare an ambush for them when they enter her chambers. After an extremely clumsy start, the battle started going the PC's way. The barbarian uses his rage, and says that he is going to kill that giant rat if it was the last thing he did. Now it begins. The barb swings for the giant rat, and misses. The giant rat in turn bites at him, and one of the smaller ones nibbles his ankles, making him more upset. The rogue then decides, "Hmm, I think I'm going to go and stab the giant one! What could go wrong?" Nat 1. The rogue ends up lunging and missing the giant rat, and instead pierces the barb's liver with his rapier. Of course, this only fuels the barbarians rampage. Now for the climax. The barb goes to swing for the rat one more time. Rolls a nat 20, so it's already a crit. The bard next to him goes, "You better roll max damage." Everyone watches in sheer anticipation at the barb's damage roll, the atmosphere thick and electric. Rolls a 12 on the d12. Table erupts in cheering. Fat Bastard over here decides to jump on top of the giant rat while shouting, "I'M HIGHER ON THE FOOD CHAIN THEN YA!" Then strikes his greataxe into the rat's spine, tearing it all the way down to the skull, where he pulls an Ozzy Osbourne and bites a chunk of the rats head off. The player than stands up on his chair, and shouts a line now synonymous with his character. "GET! IN! MY! BELLY!!" The barbarian then passes out.

[@Mr.Brothybear]

from what im hearing the Tungsten Cube cured the Dragon's morality

[@sanjablazina2879]

The Winged Hussars killed me ahahahahahahah I love these stories so much

[@calebfaulconer614]

That last one was perfection

[@robloxplayer0003]

In a homebrew campaign, THE BBEG, who was really a good guy, had a legendary ability named Karmaic judgement: each opponent rolls 10 d20s, then deals that damage times 4, to the party. There was a long explanation that would bring 5 memories from their past. Also, any effects in said memory would be inflicted against the party member.

[@sojao7761]

I was a lvl 5 bard drow (we called him Olobard) who had a curse that made him look like a rat, and was famous for the most ridiculous actions possible.The BBEG (lvl30 wizard/warlock btw) had the party locked in a room with diferent cells with a beholder eye hanging right in front, so we can't use magic. But I had a plan, and everything went wierd I stole a bag of coins from a guard, took 2 gp, put the rest in the middle of the cell and hid in the shadows. Nat 20 on stealth. A random guard saw the coins and tryed to take it. I grabbed his hand and tryed to roll intimidation so he releases me and the party. Turns out only the BBEG could open it I licked his arm and convinced him that he was going to die because of that, so he went running to talk to the BBEG (who was torturing our cleric). BBEG took none of that shit and killed the guard with an magic iten that erases someone out of existence, then took the cleric and went to see what I was up to. Before he arrived, I used all my clothes to do an cat origami and put in the middle of my cell. Our druid (now in gecko form) who did't got caught, was trying to set us free. He was about to see the druid, so I meowed and the BBEG got confused, not because of the origami, but because of the rat man naked trying to hide in the corner (he got a nat 20 on perception), and that gave the druid enough time to drop the beholder's eye on top of him. Now being able to use magic, I used prestidigitation on the two coins, made them look like some magical stones he was looking for and tryed to roll deception so we negotiated our way out. NAT 1 The conclusion was a desintegrated cleric, everyone almost dead and a friendly npc tp'ing us out of there Kinda worked, I guess

[@sojao7761]

Later we were at a battlefield, he was fighting 1v1 with our king and we couldn't do nothing. So I got on his line of sight, backflipped still naked, landed backwards and distracted the BBEG with the beautiful sight of his disgusting rat body

[@toxicgamer6038]

My first time playing a warlock i used telepathy to pretend to be npc subconsciousness. We were captured by goblins and orcs. so of course i used my telepathy on goblins to cause a Cthulhu worshiping goblin uprising. That failed. But when we had three goblins and a orc guarding us i used telepathy to turn the goblins against the orc. It works that time, and the one goblin slashed the orc in half. We went to a nearby town to rest up. Naturally i did the same to the town. The mayor? a follower. Guards? followers. The people? followers. Blacksmith? ONLY ONE TO RESIST! God i love DnD.

[@Bancheis]

One time I was playing a fighter in an Epic level Pathfinder campaign. His favorite thing to do was have a headbutting contest or just general strength contests with a large sized Minotaur party companion (he was a barbarian with mid-30something strength, so like a real Minotaur, not one of those player character weaklings). My strength was in the mid-high 20's. We were around level 12ish, and I think I was epic level 6. As we were chasing down the main villain of this portion of the campaign, we tracked her down to a large stone keep. Unknown to us, she was at the top of the tower. As we entered the bottom of the keep tower, we noticed two very strong looking pillars in the middle of the room. Somehow, we came to the conclusion that my fighter and the Minotaur should have a contest of strength to see who can knock down their pillar first. The Minotaur rolled a natural 20 and took his pillar out. At the exact same time, my fighter rolled a natural 20 and took his pillar out. With both pillars that were supporting the tower by themselves taken out, the entire thing collapsed into itself and buried our party alive. We took some mundane damage from the rubble, but with a high strength roll, my fighter burst from the rubble flexing like a beast. The female Lich boss turned to my fighter and with wide eye (sockets?) just said "What ... ARE you!?"

[@mathiascroqvist4719]

I had essentially made a character as if they were a member of Daft Punk. Literally just a war forged Bard who used his own modded body parts to make his electronic music and sing some vocals to make the enemies we face start dancing. We used it as a gimmick to lead mobs and hordes into premade traps that are used to slaughter them. This was a very useful and fun mechanic that i used to bring some atmospheric music into battles and just to win hearts so we could sleep for free at inns and taverns since i would play for free and let the inns and taverns keep the tossed gold of patrons. We had taken an adventure where a group of bandits calling themselves "Crue" only ever attacked nearby towns to steal and horde musical instruments. We had stumbled our way into finding out the bandits hideout by complete accident. The bandits were looking for more members and seemed stressed. It turns out the bandits had been digging in a mountain side mining for minerals to give to a wizard who transmuted the ores into precious metals with magic. They accidentally woke up a dragon and had to quickly pledge their loyalty to the dragon. The dragon however couldn't care less about metals or gold. To the dragon Music, and instruments were treasures to be kept and hoarded. Tye bandits were stealing the instuments and offering them up to keep themselves and the nearby towns safe. No money to be had if the people buying your transmuted materials are burned to ashes by a pissed off/on the raggity anne Electric Blue Dragoness. Finding in myself the courage of the musical gods, I, as the best musician; (Only in my mind), offer to go to the dragon as a willing sacrifice to play music and sing to the dragon as a living instrument to hopefully get the bandits enough time to escape and evacuate the towns nearby. I take a bold stride into the dragons main bed chambers and proclaim myself to the dragon revealing my name is "T One-through-sand". I immediately bring out my modified body instruments and begin playing "Lose yourself to dance", "Discovery" and "Get Lucky" as a way to seduce and distract the dragon. . . . .Nat fucking 20 so i crit success at the seducing and distracting playing a personal concert for a Dragoness. She ends up literally too entranced with my music and the way my body moves to even notice the entirety of her henchmen are running for their very lives. She then picks me up feeling how the music makes my body vibrate and how warm my body gets due to the actions and modifications making a lot of excess vented heat and crams me inside her soaking wet, Musky, lady scented Cave and proceeds to use me as a toy till climax. Knowing i was a living instrument she knew i needed to be cared for and while i had her in my power I convinced her I had to be shared with the world. i rolled a 17 and due to buffs and previous successes adding bonuses she agreed. She had claimed that since music this magical and splendid could not be hoarded it needs to be spread to the world as keeping it entirely to herself would a crime against music itself. She then proclaimed me to be her husband and mate. She now acts as our teams personal mount flying us from adventure to adventure. TL;DR I am daft punk named after a terminator and somehow stumble my way back asswards into accidentally seducing a music loving dragon into using me as a living dildo and proceeds to marry said dragon and use her as our "Tour Bus".

[@bradleyhoward1873]

i was the dwarf paladin in the story :) we lived to mess with the dm!!

[@trashtuberhighlightreeltop4854]

The Holy arrow story was fricken amazing

[@maxharter5716]

Narrator: (shouts out Half-Elves) Me: *happy Half-Elf noises*

[@Argorok87]

For me, it was actually in my first ever campaign playing 3.5e. We were exploring the Sunless Citadel and up to this point had been managing well enough - that's when we came across a room full of goblins and a few drow, about 14 if I remember correctly. We decided to double back to town to rest and recuperate before attempting to clear it. On the journey back, I whispered to the wizard who had the most money in the group about a plan I had and needed funding. He was initially unsure but once I told him he was onboard to pay for it; and so we set about getting it set up. I should mention that in this campaign the DM had a homebrew item called 'Karfal White Ale', a dwarven alcoholic drink that was essentially pure ethanol. The next morning, the rest of the party woke to find myself (rogue) and the wizard standing outside the tavern with three donkeys, each with three barrels of Karfal White Ale attached to them. We told them a watered down version of the plan to get the good characters to go along with it - by now you can probably guess where this is going. We returned to the Sunless Citadel and found the room full of goblins. All standing ready, we had myself be ready with the donkeys, the fighter ready to kick in the door and the wizard positioned behind the donkeys. And so it begins. The fighter kicks in the door and quickly moves away, which then leads to me getting the three donkeys into the circular room. At this point, the rooms occupants hadn't actually sen us, just a trio of donkeys waltz in - until the wizard appears at the door casting Burning Hands, targeting one of the soon to be suicide donkeys. It crits. A thunderous roar shook the caverns of the Citadel as the room lit up in a ball of flame, cooking all goblin, drow and donkey flesh alike. Once the maelstrom ended, we checked the room - there were no survivors. The good members of the group looked at myself and the wizard, who just smiled at the fact that we got the job done. Sorry vegans - it's only business.

[@OtterPirate]

Cleric decided a "superhero landing" from the air ship was a good idea. It wasn't

[@mid-boss6461]

That ranger might actually be a cleric with a bow.

[@conriozpin4556]

That last one described every campaign I've ever been in. Only on of those was my fault too!

[@existenceherself4271]

A while back, a friend wanted to DM a game with multiple small groups of people,rather than one large group. Because of this, there were a lot of different plot lines and quests each character had set up. Now, this was one guy DMing for about 4-5 different groups of 1-3 people at once, and it had hardly any balance (for example pairing a CR 7 gnoll deathmage against a party of level 2s, or giving one party a DRAGON with the power of a SKY TARRASQUE AT LEVEL 1) so needless to say it didn't last long, but there were quite a few great moments that came from it; this one being my personal favorite. So our party, consisting of a Tabaxi monk, half-dragon gunslinger npc, and my character Lydia the Lustrous the changeling bard, were riding the aforementioned Sky Tarrasque to our next quest location. The DM rolled for a random encounter, and from overhead, we could hear a commander giving an invigorating speech to his troops before marching to a battle, something about shooting in their kneecaps and making them suffer before their inevitable slaughter, overall not so good stuff. We looked down and saw the commander: a fire giant covered in armor and wielding a tower shield. Apparently, this was another PC’s step brother, both of them demi-god sons of Aries and warring for territory. He was supposed to be an end-game boss for the PC, until we flew by and decided “This dude seems lame. Let’s kill ‘em!” My character put on a cloak, changed into a tiefling man, and ordered her pet Sky Tarrasque-powered beast to attack. He nosedived towards the giant, the party making strength checks to hold on, everyone succeeding except the bard, who the gunslinger quickly grabbed and held onto by her leg. The giant was grappled by the beast, raised into the sky, and dropped several hundred feet with a splat, onto a statue of himself with his sword raised in the air. This, somehow, did not kill him. He started screaming about “You think I’ll die that easily? You’ll have to do better than that to kill a son of Ari-” but was cut off, as two daggers were thrown into his neck, coming from by bard, several hundred feet above him, hanging upside down by her leg. His troops were stunned. They had no idea what to do, so I took advantage of that. The troops saw this upside down green tiefling shouting “Down with the sons of Aries! Long live the Rebellion! All hail your new leader, Valyn the Giant Slayer!” Immediately half of the army took my side and turned on the other half. The party flew off after cutting off the commander’s head and using prestidigitation to draw rebellion propaganda on the castle walls, and went onto the next quest as if nothing happened. I heard later that the demi-god PC had to deal with the rebellion trying to kill him and his siblings. His new quest was to retake the capital from the rebellion and their mysterious leader. TLDR: Level 2 bard’s alter-ego kills an end-game boss with the help of a sky tarrasque

[@thetopnep6165]

This is the story of how our sorcerer redeemed himself We had a nickname for our sorcerer called "The One-Shot Kid" to mess with him, not because he took down enemies with one blow but because the first attack of the first encounters in the first two sessions were crits on him, taking him down instantly both sessions, the first crit, was 1 HP shy from instantly killing him. Then, in a dungeon, our monk opened a door to a barracks filled with gnolls and goblins; totalling at 9. With a polite voice, he closed it back with it "Whoops, sorry 'bout that" and closed it." Then our sorcerer opened it right back up and casts Fireball and closes it back immediately, all but 3 of the goblins failed their Dex save, but that didn't matter... As they reopened the door, all they could see was a room covered in soot, with 9 charred bodies lying there, dead. This is when this sorcerer, got the true title of "The One-Shot Kid".

[@thetopnep6165]

Ever see those moments when someone opens a door, tosses a grenade inside and closes it back? It was basically like that.

[@TheCrazyCapMaster]

8:46 well SOMEBODY had fun with their character sheet 🤣

[@marshmallownightshade3016]

Our dwarf cut the bridge to stop the enemies from getting to us. We were in the middle of the bridge.

[@joel5611]

We once hired a mercenary group to take out a mob boss, and they entered some gala to fight him, but we just burned the manor down when the fighting was going on. That was when The Fates became infamous.

[@The_Art_Imp]

This was a rather funny session in a pirate campaign I'm in which involves my previous character, a wood elf druid who, due to living on a pirate ship, became an alcoholic. The part split into 2 groups because holy crap we had 10 people on one table and it was not a vibe. Somehow wood elf become the captain of a half a million gold ship, a smaller ship they had captured and a party ship filled with drunk pirates. We also had a pop up ship boxed up in our main ship (as in when you open the box out pops a full ass ship. Blame the dwarves for doing that). So we're living the life, fought a t-rex, used my trusty flame pocket nice to oneshot some monsters when the party joins back cuz some people left. So one captain has to go. We flipped a coin and then the dm started talking, I dont remember all the details, but ONE of our party members had gone down into the storage while we were fighting a kraken(dont ask) AND HAD SEEN THE BOX CONTAINING THE POP UP SHIP. HE THEN OPENED THE BOX, AND DESTOYED BOTH SHIPS SENDING THE ENTIRE CREW INTO AN ELECTRIFIED SEA. Long story short Wood elf was no longer captain and was demoted back to her old position and drunk medic, as well as her second in command who went back to being the klepto-cook. I was so upset I had my character leave with cook and made a new character. To this day we all still make jokes about poor Captain Enori and her ships. Another story was when my new character was with the party checking out a cult and got a Nat 20 and a Mod 20 IN A ROW to rip the leader in half like some messed up mortal combat....my new character is a wizard, with +3strength and one of the highest hitpoints on the party. I dont know how this happened