What is a funny and/or unexpected D&D moment that you will never forget? part 2

[@blakethegreatone2058]

A kenku character opened a drawer in a desk. Inside was a miniature scarecrow. The Kenku screamed in fear and ran away. Lol

[@MasterZebulin]

ROFL, literal scarecrow

[@RandomDudeRandomStuff]

This actually make me laugh out loud.

[@anthonynixon3706]

Give em inspiration right now

[@Not-competitive]

It's a scarekenku

[@Truex007]

The time when my sister's character fed her hallucinogenic mushroom salsa to a group of pixies... and they failed their saves. As their rounds of "Polymorph tag" started, I could just hear my sister in the back of the voice chat saying, "Oh. This might have been a mistake..."

[@meadowsinfernocompany1482]

I can't explain it but the gnome bard in my party has become a throwable weapon

[@jaredgodwin1494]

Gnomes are always throwable weapons

[@JessalienYT]

"THROUGH THE GNOME!"

[@MiniMan5450]

One of my friends is playing a gnome barbarian in a campaign, and their goliath fighter routinely uses them as a projectile weapon. They even went so far as to make something like an atlatl for the goliath to improve the throws.

[@L-ghtlessSky]

I understand perfectly.

[@yeetus5572]

For me it was the gnome artificer

[@StinkerTheFirst]

I remember one campaign where the player was exploring a wizard's tower. We had just gone through a crafting room. The DM put it there mostly for flavor, but we spent most of the session in there, trying to make stuff out of the enchanted cloth. This cloth was somewhat alive. We could talk to it and it would respond. My character, a dwarf paladin with the guild aristan background, picked up a purple cloth told it how valuable it was, how expensive and useful to a merchant. So I befriended the cloth and it helped me with Charisma skill checks. Another player had a more ornery cloth that could levitate. We called him "our fragile friend" because he was a squishy wizard and he had a tendency of doing risky things and falling unconscious. My character was something of his caretaker. So he tries to make a pair of boots out of this cloth, and had to roll a check to get them on his feet. The new shoes literally run away with him. They run up the wall of a hallway and across the ceiling and then back down. My character shouts, "Astral, do you have a death wish?" The characters makes another unwilling circuit and crosses his arms, looking perfectly annoyed and says, "Apparently." So we're all watching these magic shoes run around with their wearer. My character has to tackle him to get him to stop.

[@m.cigledy6769]

This happened IRL while playing D&D. We had a group of 4 players + the DM. 2 of the players were boyfriend & girlfriend, and they usually sat with her directly to his left. We got a new player (also female) and the table shuffled around a bit, resulting in the girlfriend sitting to her boyfriend's RIGHT. About an hour into the session, the new player got surprised look on her face and looked down. The rest of the table followed her gaze. Girlfriend's hand had started at new player's knee, and was absent-mindedly making its way north. Girlfriend forgot which side of her boyfriend she was sitting on. . .

[@travisbishop782]

Hahahaha!

[@hypeir8228]

To be continued..

[@smusky4643]

"She forgor 💀"

[@ToxicBlur1337]

I’m ded

[@Gardiken]

This happened just a few days ago. Party was fighting the BBEG Ancient Red Dragon DM: Wow! He’s got 1 HP left, how do you want to kill him, Bonky. Bonky, the Goblin Bard’s player just grabs his d4 and starts laughing as he says, “I cast Vicious Mockery! How you like goblin deez nuts?!” He then rolls while the DM double face palms and the entire rest of the group is laughing our asses off.

[@arrwen0885]

Delicious

[@moekitsune]

XP to Level 3 much?

[@sanjablazina2879]

That's 1d4 emotional damage

[@James-iu2eb]

I would die for bonky

[@atomictomfoolery4400]

When my players warforged character decided to join up with the bad guys because “if he was the prototype, it would only be right to join up with them” the entire party of 4 other Warforged killing specialists tried convincing him to not join up, but nothing could stop him. The crazy thing is though, HE LIVED. I don’t know why but all the characters rolled so terribly that he dodged all of their attacks and straight up walked off. (He got beat to death next session and now his head is tied to the Dragonborn Rangers waist having a fit about ‘not being with his family)

[@JackCochran-r4h]

Once, my party (I was a dragonborn fighter) was fighting a crazed, starving Owlbear, and my druid friend casts entanglement ON US and then calms down the owlbear using several Nat 20s on animal handling. The owlbear is named spirit and is the druid's animal companion.

[@Jessie_Helms]

I was running a polar werebear an NPC and decided to subvert their expectations and gave it the highest pitched voice I could manage. They discussed a little at the start of the session and then got into PC to PC role play so I, and the werebear, kinda stepped back. Maybe an hour later IRL they asked him a question, so I said, again in the highest pitched voice I could manage, “Well, the wise thing to do would b-“ and the whole table erupted in laughter again. They’d forgotten that the giant imposing werebear sounded like that

[@vincentstuart9562]

I only remember the context of my water genasi pirate lore bard catching a town guard who happened to be female as as a joke I asked if I could slight of hand for bard shenanigans, the DM went sure, I forgot what I rolled on the dice but my total was like 25. The net thing out of the DM's mouth was "She's going to have no idea, but you copped a feel, and felt a cop."

[@doodlet8226]

I was running a game set in the far future. All my players got to choose one super futuristic item to have during the campaign. Many chose weapons and the such, but one chose a jetpack, which really threw me off. I had to make encounters that worked in a 3D space, so as not to make his jetpack useless, but also in a 2D space, as not to make everyone else bored. We had played for over a month, when the party traced a man to a very tall building. They followed him up to the top floor, and right before the final fight, the antagonist activated an EMP. The fight was tough, everyone had been relying on their tech the whole time, but the party was winning. Finally, they have him cornered in his office, almost dead. My antagonist is carrying a metal box that they want, and in a last ditch attempt for secrecy, he hurls the box straight through his office window, shattering the glass. My jetpack wearing player yells “I jump out the window and grab the box!” I stare at him, and say “are you sure?” But he cuts me off and says “I don’t care what you’re going to say, I jump out the freaken’ window!” I laugh and don’t say anything. He rolls, jumps out the window, grabs the box, and says “I rocket back in though the window.” I smile and look him dead in the eyes and say “your jetpacks off.” I watch his expression as he realizes his character is about to fall 85 stories to the pavement below. The entire party, including him, were on the floor in absolute stitches, laughing.

[@LucyCromwell-u5p]

I'm a newbie DM and it was during session 3 of my first campaign that one of the funniest things i have seen happend: The party had just encountered some bandits who were beating up an old woman, and the dwarf bard of the party really, really, likes his ale(very important). So the bard, drinks in hand, walks up the bandits and tries to convince them to go get drunk at the inn instead of fighting, one poor persuasion roll later and one of the bandits smack the drinks out of the bards hands and laughs in his face. What happens next is something i will never forget. Bard: "I want to cleave at the bandits head with my lute" Nat 20, in the weirdest and most horrific scene appears before the bandits eyes as this small, 5ft dwarf bard hits the bandit's head so hard with his lute that he basically gets decapitated, leaving thr bandits horrified and the party shocked. Bard, turns to bandits holding blood coated lute says: "You spill my beer, I spill your blood."

[@nicholasschmelzer9943]

Last week, my Wild Magic Sorcerer was trapped in a basement while struggling to get out of Hold Person cast on him. The rest of the party was dealing with a hag and her summoned army, so it was purely up to me and the NPC dwarf stuck with me. Eventually, it gets to my turn in the initiative. DM: “Alright, roll your Wisdom save.” Nat 20. I flavor it as the combination of being separated from my friends, the fact that my character’s best friend was the one who cast Hold Person on him for his own safety (that’s another story I won’t go into), and his hatred for the hag the party was fighting, kicked his Wild Magic into overdrive. Reality broke around him, surrounding my character in pure, unbridled chaos and chance, breaking the spell upon him. The next task was to get out of the basement, which was more a hole dig into the ground with a trapdoor over it. I break the lock, but since my character is shorter than the lip to get out, he has to roll Athletics to see if he can hop out of the hole. Nat 1. Combined with the -1 to Athletics he had, I rolled a 0. He immediately slips off the wall and falls flat on his face, taking one point of damage. Going from briefly shattering reality to falling on his face within a few seconds was frustrating when it happened, but hilarious to think about afterwards. TL:DR; My character shatters reality around him, then immediately falls flat on his face.

[@anwd8646]

With the second story, when I heard cloaker my brain immediately thought of payday 2 cloakers. So now, I really want an enemy with three glowing green eyes and the rest of it’s body completely jet black, called a “Cloakar” (intentional misspelling) which runs up to people from nowhere, making the payday 2 cloaker noise and it just kicks a PC in the side of the head for minimal damage and begins belting insults out at them. Comically easy to kill, just make it a recurring theme that you play the sound not too often, but often enough that it starts becoming scary for your players. Then, have the cloaker, or two, or maybe three just appear from anywhere! From behind, up above, teleport amongst them, crawl out from under something, and charge them really fast, kick them, insult them, and become corpses.

[@silvertalon007]

The Dwarf bit had me reeling. It was hilarious on a level of some SFMs I have watched.

[@leekyb3837]

"Jah-tarrow's theme" cracked up at this

[@Jay_Playz2019]

Not a player, DM here. The first time the BBEG was revealed to in fact, be the BBEG was priceless. The campaign was a pretty simple idea: a lake goes up and down with the tide, but recently it hasn't gone down. In a few weeks, the town could be flooded. I set up a coast-guard-ey NPC to keep people away from the lake, but PLOT TWIST, he was helping the lake grow. There's an ancient Aboleth trying to get out of its arcane prison. He got out, and now wants to reach the ocean. The guy was under mind control to keep people away and use his various magics to raise the waterlevel.

[@adrianbrown3085]

Can't remember if I told this one, but during Rime of the Frost Maiden, I had the party fight 2 frost giants as part of a hidden dungeon. They managed to frighten one, somehow, so they could then focus on the other one. After awhile, it tried to attack with its greataxe...and rolled a 1! It then proceeded to swing the axe so hard, that it missed the player, glanced off the ice, and hit itself in the crotch, killing it... It took us 3 minutes to stop laughing so that we could play again.

[@Sammy-Barn]

I thunderous smited a cultist in the groin and I delt 2d6 thunder damage. The cultist was smited out of existence.

[@feazeldagamer2247]

As a new DM in VR chat, I sort of expected some jokes but not early. So my players took my NPC Tatshiro a half elf rogue hostage, who was knocked unconscious. My players, (being all male and at least 18 to 20 year olds), decided to draw… ahem… a male body part. (That’s all I’m saying, on Tatshiro’s face, plus cat whiskers.) Being a female DM and trying to hold in my laughter so I could finish the session, I said that when Tatshiro was teleported back to the castle of his hometown, two guards noticed him with the ink face drawing, and tried not to laugh as he walked off. This is my ultimate part of my DnD campaign that I will never forget. 😂

[@joshuamartin3232]

We were a doing a hex crawl to an ancient fort that was overrun with demons. Our party consisted of an aasimar bard warlock (me), a half-orc rogue, a human paladin, a harengon monk, and an elf priest cleric DmPC. The monk had memory issues had forgotten his original family, so he gave the party members familial nicknames, paladin was “boy”, rogue was “uncle”, DmPC was fittingly “father,” and my bard’s instrument, a trombone, which the monk though was a golden snake, was dubbed “child,” and my male bard was “wife.” We were two days away from the fort when we decided to make camp for the night, and my bard decided to play some music in an attempt to contact his patron, a whole court of archfae that watch his adventures like a twitch stream. Dm has me roll performance, which I have a +18 in btw, and I roll a nat 20. Dm says I play so well, the leaves begin to circle around me as if they’re dancing. Then moves on to the other players, asking what they want to do etc. my turn comes back around and I say I keep playing, roll performance again, ANOTHER NAT 20! Dm then says the leaves begin to coalesce into humanoid forms, dancing with one another. We had previously talked out of game about my bards low AC, the monk so happened to have two rings of protection that he couldn’t attuned to not enough slots. When it came around to the monks turn, we thought it would be funny if the Monk player presented the rings like he was proposing to my bard. But the monk player went farther than that, he actually asked my bard to marry him. I of course, said yes. and seeing as the DMPC was a cleric and knew ceremony. We had an impromptu wedding in the middle of the forest with leaf apparitions of archfae as guests and that’s how my bard became the monks husband “wife.”

[@themadvirus613]

The FitnessGram Pacer Test is Dan Kai's intrepid test for measuring difficulty. 20m pacer test is 30 seconds kaiseki. line up with the star. It's a slow start, but this song starts quickly with Kikoel. You should be tolerant of this listening journey. Don't forget to run in direct dyeing and run as long as possible. If the man fails to complete the second lap before ringing, the test presides. The test begins with a tango. Get to work and start your lawn. ( this is what I get when I translate the fitnessgram Pacer test Japanese and back to English. I find it hilarious.)

[@SpeedyCheetahCub]

That time in JRWI: Riptide when Gillion started a bar fight because he didn't like the pH level of the water they served, but Jay didn't want to participate, so she went next door to get a hotel room. It cuts from Gillion smiting people with a beer mug and a chair and Chip sneaking around and stealing a Viking's helmet to Jay taking a relaxing bath in the adjacent inn.

[@jettblade]

The best story that I have and that will never forget is the one time our group encountered The Vampiric Dragon, it gets a title now. This isn't DnD but RoleMaster. I created an evil wizard would was extremely cleaver and actually quite nice, he didn't want to make too many enemies. So our group went to these desert ruins to do some exploration. After a very long trek through the ruins we came to a set of massive double doors with the depiction of a large dragon on it. Most of the party noped right out of there but 3 of us pushed on: Me, a druid, and a ranger. We entered and saw the body of the dragon laying on a massive pile of gold and started to stir. I ask the GM what I saw other than gold, I was look for books, scrolls, or magical objects but got nothing other than gold. The druid and ranger started to talk with the dragon as I was looking around. I ended up using a Blink spell to get to the other side of the dragon. After not finding anything I put my pack down and start shoveling gold into it. Mid sentence the dragon stopped, turned, and looked right at me. The other two started to run. The dragon asked, "Who are you?", we joked that it wanted to know my name to put on a wall of interesting victims. My character stopped shoveling the gold, closed the pack, stood up, slung the pack onto his back, bowed slightly, and said, "My lordly dragon my name is Teleport" as I immediately cast the Teleport spell to GTFO back to the start of the ruins. As I was waiting for the group I packed up the camp so we could leave immediately, it took them like 4 hours. As we are about to leave out in the desert we see the dragon waiting for us. I look at the GM and say, "I cast teleport." He asks where I want to go saying that I could only take maybe 3 people and that we had no real clear place I could teleport to, being in the middle of a desert. I say, "Back to the treasure room. The dragon can't be in two places at once." The look on his face was amazing. I have never seen the look of pure panic of being outsmarted and will never forget it. So I port back to the treasure room and grab some magical weapons, not books, that the dragon was laying on. Before I left I felt something else was there. I dropped off the stuff which kitted out the group enough to actually be able to fight the dragon if needed, grabbed a knight for back up, and went back. At the treasure room we encountered the familiar of the dragon. *side note: it was a house cat. I think it should have been like a tiger or like a chimera because the familiar rule in RM is based on your mass. So the bigger you are the bigger the familiar can be.* We end up fighting the familiar while the other group fights the dragon. We come extremely close to killing the familiar(as in I was recovering from stun the next initiative order and any damage I did would have killed it, beat me by 2 speed) which would have almost certainly killed the dragon because of the type of familiar it was. *side note: there was also a point which someone landed a bleed crit on the dragon which normally causes a Fireball effect damage because dragon blood is acidic. I said, "Nope. Vampires don't bleed." and the GM was pissed. He's been wanting to use that feature for a very long time but we've always wussed out of fights with dragons.* So the dragon ended up retreating and we ended up with a ton of awesome stuff and a story that we'll never forget.

[@Karagianis]

6:45 I'm going to headcanon that that Homebrew God Judex's name is supposed to have the X pronounced, and its last name is Prudence! :D

[@Bigal3031]

Playing D20 Traveler session 0 discovered a red pool of " something" our Pilot/ships owner rolls a 1 to identify the pool " it's just coolent" ( it was well not coolent...it was blood"

[@stnmastr]

So this just happened recently. I'm running a campaign for the school D&D club(hi Mr. Goyette if you see this) and the party just encountered some bandits on the road while escorting a merchant to Waterdeep(homebrew prologue to Dragon Heist). Our monk, Rowan, convinced the bandits to let her show them to the back of the cart, where the rest of the party did their best to hide and stay quiet. We had three rogues in the party at this time, and the Kobold one, named Mince, chose to ready his crossbow to shoot the bandit as he came around. He rolled to attack and landed a nat 20. I also had him roll to make sure he didn't hit Rowan instead, and he bankrolled high enough. The crit damage plus sneak attack was enough to instantly kill him with a bolt between the eyes. Players got a surprise round for pulling off and proceeded to murder half the bandits in one round. Large parties of 6 or more players are terrifying, man.

[@jacobsimpson398]

Ended up doing the one shot with some friends where we went into a cave to exterminate some goblins. On the way we met one of the town's Folk and she asked us what we were doing and my human Warrior said "We are on a mission of genocide for coin." What followed after that was a 20 minute conversation about whether or not it was morally right to go and exterminate goblins.

[@joshuagibson6531]

This on of the funniest story of DnD I have ever experienced, (the only one yet) My party was made of a dwarf cleric (me), a tortle wizard, and centaur ranger. So a elf pays us to save some halflings, then our party goes to the village of halflings. It was in ruins and there were some humans there, no halflings, and the humans claimed they had lived their whole lives there. We then were attacked by 3 red plums, in the combat I cast Heat Metal on the soldier’s armor, the wizard then uses Magic Missile and kills him. One of the red plums blows a horn and calls reinforcements, and we were captured. They forced us to sleep and took all our stuff, as we were taken to their city. We were put into a cage that a elf we meet early gave us +1 rapiers. We were given are equipment back so we could fight in an arena battle against some halflings. It was played off as the humans vs the barbaric non-humans and winner would be the first to ring the bell by the guards. We rolled initiative and the ranger got the highest roll, she then shot the bell with her bow, ringing it. “The ‘humans’ had won so easily.” Soon the audience erupted into riots giving the guards trouble, as the riot spilled out into the streets of the city. We got are stuff back, free the prisoners, I even rolled a natural 20 to open the cage of the elf with my bare hands. We walked out of the city and the elf paid us. We got 206 gold per person so 618 gold total. It end early at 2 hours and 30 mins, instead of the 4 hours planed as the DM told us.

[@DHTheAlaskan]

Pretty much any scene with my Lost Mines of Phandelver's party Wild Magic Sorcerer, Simon Harpell (yes THAT family of Harpells). They just reached Cragmaw Castle and our married Tieflings a Glory Paladin and a Twilight Cleric in heavy armor manage to pass the stealth check to sneak by the goblins watching through the arrow slits. When I ask for Simon to make a chek he fails. When the alarm is raised Simon begins trying to speak to the goblins. What does this man do? Tries to convince the Cragmaw goblins they were merchants wanting to sell brownies out of his bag of endless brownies I had given him off a random Redbrand Ruffian he had befriended and conceived to leave the gang. So I call for a deception check at disadvantage. He still managed to pull it off with a 11 as none of the Cragmaw tribe could roll above a 6. So he begins selling them brownies for 1 copper each. When the hobgoblins began showing up, he "went back to get more brownies" and slipped a sleeping potion into some of the brownies be pulled out. When the fight did happen he had neutralized an entire 1/4 of the enemies in the entry way. Goddamn it Simon, you magnificent bastard.

[@Porky0_0]

im in a campaign in which a dwarf wanted a dead body and i got jumped by elves and i nearly killed them all but let one live tofind said dead body and then the elf lead me to a guy who knows where the dead body is and then one of my characters (my paladin) was on his back and then my warlock shot the guy who jumped my paladin and knocked the guy down a bit and then i was thinking "i could easy kill this guy" and so my paladin was attacking with his great sword which already did 2d6 damage but then he got a crit and sliced the guy in half and then right after i sliced this guy in half my dm is like "that was the guy"

[@dannywillis8760]

Back when 3rd edition was new, Ionce exploded a horse by cornholing it with an instant fortress then activating it.

[@otakubancho6655]

That dwarf paladin!😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

[@marclytle644]

Princes of the Apocalypse, Heading into the water cult area from the rive side fort, we get to the underground dock. One of the guards says, "Who goes there?" I am about to speak up with my Dragonborn Bard named Brute, trying to bluff them, as I can only say I am Brute, the drawf necromancer just yells out, "yer mother!". DM sighs, "Roll initiative." I mean, I bluffed my way past a blind earth cult monk in an earlier session with a nat 20... I thought why not try again. Yeah not a fun fight in the water.

[@shiroitaka5948]

This was in my first actual campaign. We just got done with an encounter and my character was fatally wounded (I was playing a geppetin at that time). Our other party member that decided to split up found the rest of us, saw that I was basically dying, and "snorted my soul". I was devastated because I loved that character, it was my first sorcerer.

[@mossblomma]

The dwarf voice was amazing

[@XperimentorEES]

I've got a handful of tales, but one of my first was back in the old college days when 3rd edition was the most recent, this one is my most disastrous party-wipes without any rolls. Since me and the guys were in different dorms we'd just meet up in the common area of the dorm nearest the cafeteria, though they weren't open late they still had vending machines for those midnight munchies; now several had seen us do this repeatedly over the weekend, but as life is busy most would just take a glancing interest, this time however was the last weekend before Christmas break, so nobody had anything other than exams or essays to worry about. We'd setup as usual and a crowd had gathered, then the guy DMing asked if any wanted to join in since he had been collecting adventure modules and had a few low level ones, surprisingly a dozen (give or take) random classmates eagerly agreed while the rest just watched. Us of the original group helped him quickly throw together a basic level 1 human character of each class, and had the newbies group up by which class they wanted to play based on a brief description of the class. (A side note, 3rd edition didn't use subclasses, but had prestige classes you shifted to at higher levels.) As you can guess it was quite imbalanced even with our group's more informed choices, ending up with the ~17 of us comprised of; half rangers, a handful of barbarians, a few rogues, a couple sorcerers, and a cleric. Now the one-shot setup was we'd got hired to clear out a crumbling mausoleum, and we got trapped via a cave-in and had to find another way out. Of course most of the monster encounters early on posed a negligible threat simply from the frankly absurdly skewed action economy, even though the DM was doubling up monsters to compensate. We had a few word puzzles to open doors or disarm traps too, but they were also solved fairly quickly between our collective conversation. Then we came to a hallway with two doorways in opposite directions, both were magically obscured within their stony frames, and when we identified them the DM said each teleport us to somewhere else in the dungeon hence why we couldn't see beyond them; over the left doorway it said 'riches abound', over the right doorway it said 'infinite possibilities', and the deadend between them had written 'most mistakes can be undone with one of these'. We were actually stumped on this one for nearly a halfhour, sending a couple pet familiars through to find the doors are one-way teleporters, and poking an item into either also got warped away as well. One newbie laying up the cliche of being a rogue jumped through the left doorway claiming riches was the answer; then the cleric who was being played by another of the random joiners, ran through the right door saying it must be possibilities since that sounds like a maze. At which point the rest of the party, except for a sorcerer who was just being a contrarian, agreed and followed him through the right door, before the DM could give any advise, the sorcerer went left joining the rogue. Unbeknownst to us the DM picked a few higher level traps to put us back on edge, as he'd been playing far longer than the rest of the group and had played since the AD&D days, in short his mentality was certainly in the camp of 'players vs dm'. This was just the first of said traps, and it already effectively ended this one-shot campaign. He went on to describe the rogue and sorcerer finding themselves in a new deadend trailing off in a slight curve with echoed arguments in orcish from the yet to be seen room at the end of the hall, the two players commented they'd hide and wait for the rest of the party. After they did a hide check to not be discovered, the DM replied that's not possible, before showing the right doorway dropped off above a sphere of annihilation (which funny enough had to be explained why that's bad). There was no physical trap no monsters involved not even a contested discussion of opinions beforehand, and from jumping to conclusions the vast majority of the party was slain outright. Needless to say the rogue & sorcerer didn't last more than a couple rounds after being found out by the orcs, what was intended to be a five hour run didn't even last half of that lol. That's why the DM recommend future parties have more than one leader, the ensuing conflicts can bring to light less risky options; which has actually proven true in a campaign I'm running now days, but that's another story.

[@danielwilson8604]

an alternate title to the kobold mine story: dragons need to learn to take a joke.

[@thepotato6107]

So my players just entered a new town with a nice festival going on, I had added a petting zoo for the players to get distracted for you know plot. And oh boy did they get distracted! So as you enter the petting zoo you see basic stuff Bunnies, Chickens ect. So in the back of the zoo my Rouge said "Can I roll to see if theres something interesting please" I said "Sure go ahead and roll me a 20" And he got a 20, so I said "Lurking in a little corner is a Baby Dragon" So more than I expected happened. Immediately the Rouge started rolling saying "I'm gonna roll to tame it!" Then the Druid responds saying "NO I'm the Druid so I should tame it!" Then my Ranger said "No I want a dragon!" They all started rolling for this dragon. I said "You have to ask the owner before you kidnap it" They all pick there dice back up and roll, The Ranger got a 3 the Rouge got a 4 and the Druid got a 1. So I explain the scene "You all run up to this guy who owns the dragon and your all talking over each other screaming, and then the zoo owner comes to you and kicks you all out immediately" The party was shocked at this. I will never forget this moment

[@everythingsalright1121]

This is amazing lol

[@Dead_head4565]

We were joking about the Italian political tifa incident, and soon that was a really a thing that happened in the actual game.

[@riccardozanoni2531]

i had to look it up, and i can say that it isn't even the weirdest incident we had, unfortunately.... 🤣

[@jaygarabato1810]

Kinda hard to explain but in a simplified version: Army of Casino Customers hunt sniper after said sniper shots the Pianist. Ends with Army of customers killing an entire raiding party.

[@everythingsalright1121]

I wanna know more lol

[@milliman4]

We (~lvl3) were raiding a bandit camp and we found a way in through a broken fence, our rogue spotted the leader and wanted to go in first to backstab him and potentially get rid of the toughest guy without anyone noticing. Well, he completely fumbled his attack roll, the leader instantly reacted to this guy trying to stab him by swinging his warhammer and he actually rolled a crit, which downed our poor rogue in 1 hit. The entire table was floored and I'll never forget that look of diasappointment from the rogue.

[@beastmachine4793]

This particular session had three PCs, though one was completely useless and only stayed for that one session. She was playing an orc barbarian with an Intelligence score of like 4 or 5. She was basically a vegetable. We were fighting a wild magic sorcerer and the barbarian was doing absolutely nothing, much to the annoyance of my character(blue dragonborn fighter). At one point, the sorcerer cast a spell that went wild causing him to glow with blinding light. Then he teleported in front of me which would have blinded me, only for me to say "I want to close my eyes before the light could blind me!" The DM just looked at me funny, but acquiesced and told me to roll dex for it. Nat 20 And since it was my turn, I rolled to attack the sorcerer with disadvantage twice. Not a Nat 20 that time, but I still hit him the first time. All the while, the barbarian was just wandering aimlessly like nothing was even happening. She never played again after that.

[@nathanmitchell9695]

I'm playing a 6'5" Warforged Paladin/Warlock called Bastion. I was once fastball specialled by our Goblin Barbarian when they ran out of sharp objects to throw at a Wyvern. Rage cancelled out the disadvantage caused by the size and weight discrepancy. Nat20. I cast Booming Blade as I hit it. Nat 20. Wyvern got hit by fall damage equivalent to the distance I was thrown plus crit Divine Smite Booming Blade damage. OHKO. I also took fall damage equivalent to the distance I was thrown. Worth it.

[@dragonickmaster]

a 2 for one here. I've told the first one before but I still love it. I was playing a Human Scout Rogue named Ozaki who'd gotten a ring that let's him cast Prestidigitation. I and the other play had gotten a job of tossing some people from a different merc company out of the local tavern due to them bothering everyone, how ever we couldn't use our weapons as then the guards/people we're fighting would have the legal right to kill us. So after some smack talk which resulted in one of the mercs throwing a tankered right over Ozaki's shoulder as he was leaving to draw them outside so we don't fight in the tavern. Ozaki just looked over his shoulder and calling them pathetic and left, the mercs following me out. Once there some of our NPC subbordents started fighting the drunkards, and I used Prestidigitation to cause a rank smell to appear around the head of one of the enemy mercs... he failed a Con Save [think he rolled a 6 or something] and went down puking. Two rounds later when he passed the save and took his turn to get up... I cast it again and he instantly went back down and stayed there for the rest of the fight. Myself and the other PC just stood back and let our boi's do their job. second story is with my Fire Genasi Cinder in her first large tournament. In the first or second round I was fighting a Kenku spellcaster. Start the fight with a friendly hand shake and promis to get some booze with him later since Cinder was a Whisky Fist Pugilist she likes good booze and good fights... what does he do? Drops a god damn Glyph of Warding at her feet that goes off right after the Ref says go... I pass the save and Cinder's a bit angry. I move forward and he yeets a second Glyph of Warding at me and runs back... I pass the save again and getting a bit annoyed IRL. I move closer again... and he just yeets five more things at me ALL of which go off. I pass the saves and have like... 5 HP left and Cinder is now PISSED. I wanted a good fight and just get the equivalent of seven elemental Naruto Explosive Tags thrown at me! She get's right in his face I"m about to roll to hit... and the Kenku surrenders. IRL we're laughing, in universe though... oh she was mad but went on to win the whole thing. My prize was a magic item of my choice so I got gloves that gave my Unarmed Attacks +1, and let me Reckless Attack once per long rest.

[@deviilzz666]

A Gnome weapon and armour shopkeep was trying to overcharge my friend's character who was on the brink of a mental breakdown at the time. The rest of the group were at other shops. After a few minutes of arguing, my friend's character snapped, picked up the Gnome, and just started running, with the Gnome's Orcish bodyguard trailing him across town. A few minutes later the rest of the group showed up to the shop to purchase some gear, only to find nobody manning the counter. We just took whatever we wanted. Got a nice set of plate armour for free 😊

[@WestCero]

One that happened during a downtime that needs a bit of setup: my party in my semi-homebrew Grim Hollow game have a hub home that is a manor with a Tardis-like interior. My rogue (who is also my wife) has been trying to explore this impossible geometry and each time rolling worse and worse. On her last roll, I tell her "Just don't roll a nat 1." Literally as soon as I finish saying that, she rolls a 1. I rule she ends up trapped and the backrooms for the remainder of downtime and is pulled out by their patron who is also a god.

[@emilykemball960]

My very first D&D session ever had a moment i'll never forget and made me lose it laughing. This was a one shot btw, so no feelings were hurt when bad things happened to the characters. Our Paladin was trying to get across a Wipeout style challenge in the Temple we were in, and wasn't doing well, probably one or two more fails away from death. Trying to land on a log over an enormous chasm, he rolls badly enough to potential be knocked down. Our DMPC Wizard attempts to intervene, casting Reduce on the Paladin and ruling that she gets a second chance to keep her balance since she's been reduced, and to roll again. She got a Nat 1, and it took the DM about 5 minutes to describe the poor Paladin falling to her death as we all universally had a fit of laughter.

[@neferatih]

I have so many i want to share, so be prepared. It's going to be a long one as i try to lightning round through them. Pick one you like, or all of them. 1: so i was playing Wildemount with my friends (we were playing Cleric, Wizard, Rogue, Barbarian and Fighter) and we were in one of the first encounters of the module, a Sahaguin was casting an illusion spell on everyone in the entire ship, making them think and believe there was a huge maelstrom. My character, Fretia. An air Genasi Twilight cleric, saw through the illusion, and due to her abysmal Charisma, she said nothing to others as she jumped overboard, swimming towards the caster. Additionally, our Wizard succeeded on the save as well and held the steering wheel fastened from the panicked sailor. The shock on the Fighter and Barbarian's faces when they saw our fragile -1 strength Cleric and Wizard not being fazed and not only stopping the boat with one hand, but also swimming through a maelstrom effortlessly was great. Especially when the encounter was over and they were almost bowing to our frail casters for their seemingly physical prowess. 2: I was playing in Waterdeep Dragon Heist, holidays and celebrations were happening. There was going to be a marathon run around the entire city. Our party's very speedy Paladin was going to participate in the race, however the greatness comes with our Spores Druid's idea. He was going to send in one of his animated Skeletons to participate as well, to lose and show how impressive the other sprinters were in comparison. The hilarity came when i offered to roll for the Skeleton as a joke. The druid player and GM thought the idea sounded funny, so they allowed it. Somehow and for some reason, i rolled extremely high, like four entire nat 20's and multiple 15+s. The Skeleton, obviously didn't win, although he did not come last place like everyone was expecting. That skeleton was named Randy and i won't forget him anytime soon. 3: This happened in a homebrew campaign i'm playing in. Our party (Tiefling Dark Knight, Bard Drow, Wizard high elf, Human fighter and Monk High Elf) was going to a fort to aid the kingdoms Princess in getting to the capital. As we meet with the guards of the fort, we are allowed in. And as we are properly introducing ourselves, they mention how odd our group is, going something like "are you sure, your majesty that you should be going with these people? A Tiefling (the country doesn't like tieflings), a retired knight (our Fighter), a silent drow and two high elves?" now the thing to note here is that the word 'High Elf' is a sort of trigger word to our Wizard for some reason, every time that phrase is said, he freaks out and casts a random cantrip from his selection. So when the guard mentions 'High elf' our entire party jump onto our Wizard, grappling him, gagging him and restraining him with ropes as he's letting out muffled obscenities, wriggling like crazy and trying to cast cantrips. Needless to say, i don't think the guard was convinced by that display. 4: Finally, last one. This is moreso just a thing my group and i have decided to start doing over the years. When our group played Curse of Stradh, our party's Wizard (A tortle named Sage. Imagine master Oogway, but significantly more of a megalomaniac and evil), he would for some reason always Smell items in an attempt to figure out if it's magical or not, he would smell harder when he tried using identify as well. This has now become a thing, my Tiefling Druid has begun casting identify by licking seemingly magical objects in an attempt to taste magic from them. And my Bladesinger Wizard human has begun punching items to try checking if they're magical too (As my Wizard is very much so physically strong). It's become a funny thing for all of us at this point. If you've read all this, thanks. Have a nice day ^ ^

[@OrtegaSauce]

Something I did that I always thought was funny, was that I was with my ranger trying to haggle a gem he had. We went to a shop that seemed to have a lot of jewelry stuff, so we thought that would be the easiest place to sell it. I think I did a history check to appraise it, and the DM told me what I thought I could haggle it for. When I spoke to the shopkeep, I told them I'd sell it for the DM's suggestion plus a little bit. Shopkeep said, "eh, how about [like 2/3 the price]" and my character just goes, "hmm, nah, c'mon let's go" so I take the gem and start to leave and the DM reacts quickly as shopkeep "no wait!" So I was able to make the shopkeep admit through the DM's actions that it was worth a good amount

[@cloakersmoker]

I was playing a Way Of Shadow Monk in Avernus (note, don't do that) and we were about to be besieged by 300 Abyssal Chickens. The Wizard, who had elemental adept, casted Wall of Fire around us. The DM allowed us to ready an action before the chickens attacked us. I asked if, for my unarmed strike, if I could grab the chicken around the neck, aka "choking the chicken." DM agreed. The chickens start pouring in through the wall. A chicken got close enough to trigger my readied attack. I rolled. Nat 20. I critically choked the chicken to death. The party and the DM (myself included) were crying with laughter. Still one of the funniest moments I could think of.

[@jamesharris5918]

LOVE THAT DWARF

[@superdimentiobrolyX]

player the dm let play a full on giant was in a jail cell, asked if he could put his cellmate into his pocket. he had the poor guy in his inventory for the rest of the campaign, being sure to feed and water him and periodically using him as a problem solving tool

[@majinsole8554]

That dwarf is a legend. ~_~

[@forthor219]

So this one was from a pretty recent session i ran with my group, we were fighting goblin pirates and one of the goblins made the hit by modifier only on the attack and had attacked the wizard and he did such little damage i said he knicked you and he has cut your hand through your sleeve. I mention the word wizards sleeve in jest and our human rogue asks "what is a wizard sleeve ? " cue same goblin pulling a dry erase board and explaining it with illustrations and all before being met with a violent end by same rogue shortly there after. Cue about 10 minutes or more of us all dying laughing.

[@SlimeAmander-wh3zn]

So one of the NPC’s I played was Sam a human (which has been with the party basically from the start and this was the 3rd arch) that was hurt very badly at the time do to a shipwreck, after they were saved they had to leave Sam in a town to recover while they went deep into a underwater temple, while they were in the temple I used a gelatinous cube mini i recently got and they saw it before they encountered it, and one of them shouted “HE’S GOING TO PUT US IN THE CUBE” referring to Sam for some reason they all collectively agreed that Sam would for some reason somehow get into the temple (that about like, 200-300ft below sea level) heavily wounded and trap them in a cube, and it’s been a running joke ever since every time he does something mildly suspicious

[@fenrisdaigon9417]

Our DM was running a home brew, no magic, silent hill campaign with a versatile crafting system he spent a month putting together. We consisted of a barbarian, a dm pc rogue (mainly for guidance), me a Battlemaster Fighter, and the star of the show: A Open Hand Monk. The Monk was played by my sister in laws teenage brother who was (as nicely as I can say it) chaotic dumb… He periodically through the campaign fell unconscious through his own shenanigans or entered death saving throws due to his own decisions. Drinking from a water fountain filled with black liquid, charging into fights by himself, entering random houses alone, etc… During one of our sessions, we fought a tough enemy and minions in a room that was “bleeding from the ceiling”. After reviving our Monk, again, my character (who’s backstory was a chef) got curious and decided to take an empty container of blood to see if he could make bait or something with it. Silent hill, anything is possible. Many sessions later, we find ourselves being chased by “The Red Pyramid” (for those of you who know) and all of us decide to run… all except the monk… he decides to remain engaged with the remaining enemies. Not surprisingly he fell to extremely low health. We managed to distract the fearsome foe to give him a chance to run… but he decided to stay and try to play dead… The Red Pyramid (home brew) had a special move that only applied to PCs in death saving throws which causes instant death. So he did just that. So our monk is dead, but all is not lost as we find out there is a hope to resurrect him. So we go off in this direction to help out our friend, carrying his remains in our rogue’s bag. We make it to our destination and come face to face with a type of god of chaos in this world. We are all terrified as he is clearly way beyond our level to handle. The dm voicing this horror, “For your desire, payment is owed!” The dm is getting excited as he has clearly created a tough encounter here, he starts to pull pieces for monsters and pulls out a battle-map. I’m scanning my character sheet as I turn to the Rogue and ask “what does he accept as payment?” She replies “Blood…” My character innocently pulls out the container of blood I took sessions ago, “will this do?” The dm’s face drops and everyone around the table is howling with laughter as we had forgotten about that in my inventory. The dm, sucked it up and revived our monk as the god accepts and leaves. We still tell this story to our dm and it still gets a rise out of him.

[@lukemadison4550]

For me it’s gotta be the time my character got charged by a mammoth and I had enough time to pop my rune knight to make my orc a large creature but due to racial ability I count as one size larger when determining the amount I can push lift throw or shove that kinda thing so I caught the mammoth and casually tossed it away and the dm made me calculate and show him the math as to how my character could do it the look was priceless

[@darkninja1012]

I have two unexpected things that happened in my last dnd campaign, first was my character an android drow/wood elf mix regained his memory of what happened 300 years before lets just say this changed the higher ups in the "guild" to keep him alive instead of deactivate. second was my gf getting a NAT 20 to get a map of the outlying area around the city covered in a thick magical darkness that can't be dispelled

[@anonbefallen4807]

6:23 Shillelagh+Flame blade on a Sycthe wielding Druid is the best thing I've ever done, should totally try it I'd you're running a Druid. It's supposed to work only on a wooden staff but I sorta got around that by saying the wooden handle of the scythe is what I was casting it on

[@kindatim]

"This! Is a long one." "That's what she said..." - Brian said calmly.

[@rengalia_meistari1089]

I actually have 2 stories that would fit here, one that happened to my friend's character during a campaign I was in and an entire christmas one-shot gone slightly wrong, but I feel I'll keep that second one for myself for now So, in my first campaign, I was playing a warforged fighter and had three other friends playing a tortle paladin, bugbear berserker, and a Rakshasa fighter. This happened when our characters were finally meeting each other after the dm made the local grave keeper seek out a set of warriors to help her. When the bugbear and the tortle met each other, they both shook each other's hands and both of their players decided to want to tighten their grip as a sign of authority. When the dm asked them both to do a roll for strength... the Tortle rolled a nat 20. So we were all laughing besides the bugbear's player as the tortle crushed the bugbear's hand, breaking several bones, and the player was in shock at simply what just happened.

[@paulhiggins6433]

In a campaign with my now ex wife, we had two or three female NPCs get into some kind of argument over something, I forget what it was about. It was something trivial. I do remember that much. I was playing a dwarf, and got tired of the bickering real quick. I pretty much stopped the session when I stood up from the table, and completely in character said, "Grumble, grumble, grumble. Blasted women," and walked away. Everyone died laughing, including myself. To this day, I still make that comment to my ex, and it still elicits a laugh from both of us every time. That was roughly ten years ago now.

[@zachmansfield6640]

In the days of 3.5, My DM allowed me to play a Paladin with a Wyvern mount. I had the Trample feat, the Wyvern had Flyby Attack. This resulted in the two of us one-shotting the first boss, a dracotaur Barbarian, by parking on them. The entire rest of the campaign took place underground or indoors after that.

[@NikolaiMihailov1]

Techpriest interrogating a goblin that speaks common. Forgets that said gobbo is coated in oil. Sparks from the fire catch on the oil soaked gobbo and it goes up like a match. Techpriest drops gobbo in the fire. And states 'oops'. Cue now screaming burning gobbo as the rest.of the party catches up. 'Anyone want barbecue goblin?'

[@smusky4643]

He water boarded a Lich! What a Giga Chad!

[@cosmickitty5475]

I have a couple for this one. First is Happy the dwarf who in the first session proceeded to get himself killed after a series of terrible rolls. I still remember him rolling to see if he can spot any traps where he immediately rolls a NAT 1 which caused him to be fully blind as a fog covers the entire path. Now he is asked to roll to see if he somehow avoids a trap where once again he rolls very low and gets hit and falls to the ground. The DM asks him to roll to avoid the second trap where he proceeds to get another NAT 1 and gets hit by the second attack so hard that he dies after getting hit into the wall. We all felt so bad that we decided to revive him with one health point. Now we manage to get into this cave where Happy and his dwarf friend immediately purposely and accidentally set off every single trap in that cave. This started the hatred from all the female characters towards this one dwarf. The second happened during a Christmas one shot. We are wandering through this forest when we see a giant elf which we find out later is Buddy the elf. After we manage to absolutely destroy him he ends up pinning two of the party members under his arms. As the other two people are trying to escape a bunch of other elves approach us for a fight after realizing that Buddy is not around anymore. My character proceeds to cast a fire ball at one of the elves causing it to catch on fire and get burned. Now that was enough for the elves to stop attacking us long enough for the other party members to escape. What happened next still gets to me. Each of us immediately grabs an elf and walks to Santa's workshop with elf pets. I ended up with the elf I burned and called him Cinder.

[@disableddragonborn]

Idk if it counts if I planned it but didn't tell the party, but dumping a keg of a tavern's most alcoholic beverage on a princess's restrained guards, and using my fire breath ability (golden dragonborn) is one of my proudest moments.

[@BlondieHound1]

Had an false BBEG that had 10hp in total. My players didn't know this going into the final fight of the campaign, and when they attacked, the monk went in and swung one attack. Due to a large amount of different magic items, a Nat 20, and being a monk they did 101 damage in the single swing. And I immediately laughed. I tend to tell the table how much over kill damage they do if it's more then double digits. And when I told the table the overkill damage we had to stop for a good bit to stop laughing. Anyway that player still holds that record for most overkill for all the players I've ever had.

[@matthewbraymer1136]

1st session in dnd 3.5 we encountered goblins on a road in a wagon and our halfling rouge who is an alcoholic rolled 10+ above everyone including the goblins on initiative so the dm gave him a surprise round and the player said "ah goblin" and threw the bottle of ale he had and killed the goblin

[@eclipsegaming2109]

I’ve been playing in a friends campaign for well over a year now, over that time I have acquired a pet sheep from a fisticuffs fight in our first session, I have had this sheep on/near me ever since. Our DM had us in a castles courtyard and we were to be put to death. I looked out over the crowds of people and saw my sheep tied to pole. Long story short, the BBEG’s goons tried to kill us too, and I was making my way to my sheep. On the way was a gnoll. I screamed at it saying, “I’M GOING TO F*%# YOU!!” and I charged at it swinging my greatsword and killing it instantly. I never had to roll for damage even though it was still at max, I rolled pretty high, like 26 or somethin, I can’t remember

[@christopherwood1994]

Two gnome PCs tricked the human cleric into believing that gnomish baking recipes swapped sugar for salt, gram for gram. That’s a lot of salt. To quote everyone’s favourite robot with the shiny metal ass, ‘Hey, the salt in that food was 10% less than a lethal dose.’ She, the cleric, then went to bake one of them a birthday cake. To keep up the ruse, the gnome wizard ate the cake. A failed con save and a roll of a 3 on a d4 later. 3 levels of exhaustion. Actions, meet consequences.

[@demoman5707]

Ok, let me take you way back in time, a time when AD&D was new (we're talking 1985). The game was not as sophisticated as it is now. I was in 11th grade, yes I'm old. My first year of what was known as Vocational school, I was in Data Processing as were my friends and our DM. He was probably the most creative of us and could come up with a "dungeon" in a matter of a weekend. So on to the story. We had a fighter named Jafo (stood for just another fu**ing observer, we sort of didn't let him do much unless we needed a tank and his ideas were shot down regularly), a healer of sorts named Balthanos, and 2 magic users one named Keldorone and myself Merlin ( yeah I know, I wasn't very inventive when naming my characters). I don't recall who was what race. After facing many monsters along the way we entered the throne room of the BBEG (les grande final). This tale was the chaos that ensued. We enter and get spotted rather quickly, rolls sucked for sneaking in for obvious reasons. The other Magic user has an idea, we all thought was brilliant, he summons an air elemental right in the lap of the Big bad. Big bad makes his save, air elemental botches the hit (nat 1 rolled by the summoner). The following words out of the mouth of our beloved DM were absolutely priceless, "The air elemental appears in the lap of the King of the Damned, the kings hair blows back then resettles, the King booms over the loud rushing wind "Feel that fucking breeze!", he then claps his hands loudly and the elemental dissipates into nothingness." This was the first attack of the first round of an epic battle of us getting thrown around like toys until, guess who, Jafo with his vorpal blade (these were treated a god like back in the day) sunk it into the King's chest with a nat 20, "spilling his lungs and heart onto the stones in front of the bruised and bloodied fighter as the King's eyes grew dark". Yes our beloved DM was very eloquent and descriptive in all that we did, nary a one of us ever attempted to DM just because he was such a riveting storyteller. The phrase "feel that fucking breeze" lived a very long time if anything was summoned after the "elemental incident".

[@SamWeltzin]

These are great. Hope to hear more of these stories.

[@hkfifty871]

First time DMing- the party walks in on a few thugs shaking down a shopkeeper. Following a brief standoff, initiative is rolled. The dwarf barbarian leads off, runs past the thugs and succeeds on his Acrobatics roll to leap onto the counter. (I’m thinking this was a bit strange, but figured he was trying to draw all the enemy attention so the rest of the party could come up behind and flank them, and nab some high ground). Then he attacks the storekeeper. Who was not only non hostile, but also quite elderly and the only lead they currently had on tracking down the magical object they needed to hunt down as soon as possible. Nat 20 on his attack roll, and maximum damage with his greataxe. (A quick “Are you sure about that?” and some OOC reminders from other players that it’d probably be a good idea to be able to ask him some questions, at least lowered it to nonlethal damage) Fast forward a bit, most of the thugs are dead, the last one took off running, and the city watch is coming to investigate the disturbance. They rapidly look through the shop, helping themselves to the cash box and sales log (which told them who bought the plot maguffin they were looking for). Shopkeeper is brought back to consciousness, and with a VERY good persuasion check and quick bribe from the rogue, he is reluctantly brought on board with the story of who the bad guys are in the story about this little robbery. Some fast talking and good checks to the guards get the party off the hook despite their stories not quite matching each other (basically getting dismissed as poor eyewitnesses and “it all happened so fast!” rather than lying through their teeth), but the poor shopkeeper nat 1’d his Deception check, and gets hauled off to prison for obstructing justice, because he was clearly lying about something. So yeah. That’s the story about how the party attacked an old man, robbed him, and then accidentally got him thrown in prison. (As a result, it took the party three or four days to track down information on where to find the buyer of the maguffin. The shopkeeper? Would’ve happily told them everything they needed in exchange for resolving his problems with the thugs’ boss. And paid them for their trouble. Would’ve only taken the party a couple hours, if that)

[@jackdavidson9045]

I play a githzerai monk in a v3.5 campaign. we fond a trap door in a room. we couldn't see the bottom and the party couldn't decide what to do. I have alchemist fire for cool battle plays. I just took a flask of it and dropped it down the hole. when it hit bottom it erupted in a fiery explosion. once we climbed down all that was left was ash and nuclear explosion shadows of the bad guys who were getting a potion ready for their trap. the potion was producing a flammable gas that i unknowingly sparked. we spent 30 minutes laughing about it. a hour of discussing what to do and i solved the problem we didn't even know about in just a second.

[@dawnvee3796]

In session 1 i thought my character's quest would be to cure her ailing father, but nope! Now she's gotta free his soul and resurrect him while trying not to have a panic attack!

[@Quillwell]

During a campaign where our party was descending into the nine hells, we managed to fight our first few encounters with some difficulty but nothing major, we finally found a temple of them, organizing to gather strength, and it was go time. My fighter charged in aaaaaaannnnd nat 1 Now the DM had a special fumble chart, full of cool and fun things like, ruining gear, damaging the environment, even some helpful ways to make crit fails more fun, but I rolled the weird stuff, which was certainly my favorite category. I rolled my results, and managed to somehow make a portal, to hell, while in hell. Now we decided to roll a d8 since there's 9 layers of hell and we were on the first. Easy results, super weird, lots of fun. My next roll, nat 1. This time, I got weird stuff again, but instead make a sort of shadow clone of myself, that was evil. Now it's worth noting that the portal to hell and the clone, are ONE digit away when rolling weird stuff, so I nearly made TWO portals to hell, consecutively. So now there's an evil copy of my eldritch knight running around, which the DM doesn't really know what to do with. But there was an easy way out, when my fighter, corrupted by a greater fiend, became evil. In his first fight after his alignment shift, he got a nat 1, and opened a portal to hell. Next turn, nat 1, and a shadow clone, now made good because he was evil. So on top of nearly opening 3 portals to hell, I now repeated the same crazy roll from earlier in the campaign. The DM made it so my evil clone was stalking me, and began fighting the good one. A spiritual awakening of seeing his good and evil sides fighting made my knight unaligned for a while. However DURING THAT, our party had a friendly fight in an arena, and while squaring off with the parties hexblade, I rolled a nat 1, to which I screamed "Yes! Nat one! Roll table! Weird stuff! Portal to hell!" So for the third time, I opened a portal to hell. The other players stood in silence, a small plea "No...." came from the DM as I rolled my next attack..... Regular miss.... But as you can imagine, jokes abound were made that my fighter was really a very well disguised conjurer or planeswalker. And the many times I rolled on the weird stuff table (Yes I ended up doing that a lot) always had people in quiet anticipation for whether or not history would repeat itself again. TL;DR: If I had a copper for every time I opened a portal to hell and made a shadow clone of myself, I'd have two copper, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

[@JKSSubstandard]

Another of mine is short and sweet. Playing ToA we run into a magical metal sphere that attracts all metal objects to it. It's covered in swords, knives, armor pieces, nil naks ect. My blue dragonborn sorcerer has been channeling electricity through his sword all campaign when he attacks as a thematic thing. Like directing lightning off the tip of his blade. So I ask the dm, have I in my life noticed any kind of pulling force when using my electricity, referring to electromagnetism. I roll a natural 20 on the check. Yeah, I've noticed my sword tuggs or pushes when I cast spells through it. I cast a max level lightning bolt on the sphere, which the dm describes as an arcane landmine going off. As the polarity on the sphere swaps from pull to repel, all of the bladed weapons fly out at blinding speed. We roll dex saves and to see how many blades hit us. Killed one NPC, nearly killed two others. Magnets! How do they work!?

[@zinmaster24]

My party decided to set a door on fire, and the fire spread. It caused the floor above us in a dilapidated manor to give way and crush me, another player, and multiple enemies. When it happened the DM took a shit ton of dice and threw all out on the table. That was the roll for damage. He asked me specifically what my max health was. Apparently the cave in did nearly double my max health in damage. Things got silent after that. The boss ran away as the cave in happened and another player was down in a swarm of rats. But we still somehow found the boss and killed him. Then got everyone up as I luckily remembered I had a potion of healing in my inventory. We were level 3 and I was the only Cleric.

[@Greenknight3]

Now I'm wanting to play a princely skeleton.

[@Hello_Itsme_]

I love the first story not because I'm a JoJo fan I actually haven't watched it yet. The story just seems hilarious with so many memes Involved

[@N3gativeR3FLUX]

Lich swirlies, nice.

[@saiji9760]

Maaan I'll never forgive my dm for the bs he pulled off back then 😂 So I had this human fighter noble kind of character, Chinese dynasty kinda vibe, backstory and family tree all fleshed out beautifully, was very invested in her And my dm at the time had the AUDACITY to, throughout the campaign arc, KILL. EVERY. SINGLE. FAMILY MEMBER. IN FRONT OF MY CHARACTER'S VERY EYES!!! Today we all laugh about it, but back then it devastated me real bad...

[@efuzzymoto]

My players were attacking a bandit encampment. The barbarian and the cleric got trapped inside the walls. The human ranger and the rogue halfling climbed the wall. After dispatching the guards on the wall, they noticed the cleric was about to get pummeled by a group of bandits. The wall bound duo asked if they can fire the halfling from the longbow. I said they "could certainly try". So try they did. And they succeeded. Both rolled nat 20s on their checks. Strength for the ranger and dexterity for the rogue. I then told them to roll their attacks. The ranger totaled 26, and the rogue totaled 25. I then told them to roll damage. Nearly max for the ranger and max damage plus nearly max on the sneak attack. I described the halfling flying through the air, driving his blades into the bandit, and then rolling out of the dive and being prepared for his next attack. The players loved it so much that they named it after the halfling, The Yami Special. Of course, because it worked once, they wanted to try it again. The second time was an epic flop. They have vowed to try again once they find the right conditions.

[@sarunokoguard211]

I've probly told this story before, but here goes. It was a night encounter in the first ever campaign I was in. I was playing as a Bard who wore steel toe boots (don't ask, I still don't know why I wrote that into his story) and we were fighting a troll. I asked the DM if I could kick the troll in the balls with my steel toe boots to deal 1D4 of damage. He said sure, and I rolled. Nat 1. The DM narrated the attack as such. DM- You reach your leg back to kick the troll in the nuts, but as you kick, the troll catches your leg midair and lifts you into the air by your leg. The troll then smashes you down onto the ground and turns his attention to the other members of the party." I was on the ground, prone, stunned, and having taken a bit of "Puny God" damage. I had to use my next turn to get up and couldn't make any attacks or cast any spells because I was winded from being slammed on my back into the ground. I flavored it as my Nard leaning on his guitar catching his breath for the full round. After that disaster, I cast Polymorph on the troll and turned it into a chicken, ending the combat encounter. Until we decided to cook the chicken and the troll burst out of the cooking pot after taking the little ammount of damage needed to reverse the polymorph, and it was MAD. It went straight for my Bard because it knew that I was the one who turned it into a chicken.

[@spydermag5644]

I was playing in a pathfinder game and we had to investigate a big manor in the campaign. We could eight go through the front door or search of another option. We sneaked around the back and opened a door where there was a portal trap opened and a demon came through. I did a bull rush and knocked him back through the portal. Dm.exe crashed for a few minutes and the group laughed that this encounter was over before anything could happen.

[@funnyblog100]

GM gave me a cursed ring for backstory reasons. The ring had a chain devil bound to it that was trying to corrupt my character and take control. The gm specified that the ring once it was put on could not be removed. This was supposed to be a big struggle for my character but after realizing the ring couldn't be removed I just cut off my character's finger. The gm tried to salvage this remembering that devil's can regenerate. My character decided to check his bag found the finger was now a full devil hand and took it to a temple. Had it incinerated in holy fire. Rather than deal with a cursed ring I cut off my finger and chucked it into an incinerator.

[@michaelleader633]

That would be the time I severed a bunch of power gamers characters from their origins and watched them rush to explain 30+ years of being shitty people when they no longer had a justification for their actions. Heh, good times! 😆

[@Karagianis]

Had a warlock in our party last campaign fighting the final boss ne nat 20'd a save from word of command and we hear a sudden crash as his ancient green dragon patron who was fighting the BBEG's army outside (he wanted to control the world, he wasn't going to let some mad cultist END IT) Our Dm ruled that the spell transfered to him through the warlock/patron link, and the dragon nat 1'd his save! An ANCIENT GREEN DRAGON, IN FLIGHT, got compelled to kneel..... There's a half mile long trench carved in the ground outside the city now where the dragon faceplanted into the ground from 100' up! The dragon lived, but had a bloody nose and concussion so at least we didn't have to fight him after the BBEG, he just went home to sleep it off for a few years!

[@artemiy88888]

My player's sentient gun seduced BBEG's sentient cape with a crit 20

[@jamesharris5918]

Goretooth likes the paladin since me is of the same god but different but me loves hearing about my brother of that Oath

[@ReclaimerMkII]

“Ah, f*** me!” (In frustration) “Not right now, I’ll provoke opportunity attacks.” (Deadpan)

[@revival40]

I dm'd a one shot for my group during an off week, they ended up in a void like pocket dimension that resembled the real world. The building they were in was a church and there was a room in the back. A player asked what was in the room. They look and they found an oni sleeping peacefully in bed. So ofcourse one player attacks it. Then immediately leaves the room and shuts the door. Then the next player did the same, and so on. The oni was last in combat and when it finally got to its turn it was on the brink of death. It opened the door, yelled and screamed curses, cast cone of cold on all the players. Looked at all of them.. Then it shut the door. Locking itself in the room. That was the only turn it got as the players broke the door down and finished it.

[@Nora_the_Seedrian]

My friends and I were playing a joke campaign called "Attack of the 50ft Bikini Wearing Werewolf", which was pretty much a cheesy horror movie that we were actors for. Our characters were running from several buildings being blown up, my character (changeling sorcerer) however failed a dex save and got hit by some debris, and was knocked out (I was banged up from our earlier fight). Our barbarian grabbed my poor boy's body while escaping the remaining destruction. While we were discussing on what to do regarding my character being knocked out, the barbarian's player joked about bringing back my character with a kiss. I digged it, the other players digged it, and our DM was on board, much to his shock. The following scene was of our barbarian kissing my sorcerer back to life as werewolves on the buildings beated upon drums in a romantic song as werewolves exploded in the air as fireworks. My sorcerer was brought back with some health and became a tsundere. Oh, and our characters kissed again as a couple for the campaign's ending. That was a fun game.

[@kingdomrains]

I had my players infiltrate a gambling den that was in reality a drug / prostitution / human trafficking operation. One player proceeded to buy a large quantity of drugs, then convince the smugglers that he was looking to fight something for fun. They led him to a room, locked the doors and let loose a Displacer Beast for him to fight, he coke slapped the Displacer Beast until it passed out. The smugglers congratulated him on his fight and sent him on his way. The Displacer Beast was intended to be set loose as part of the boss fight for that session, when they came to raid the smugglers den the Displacer Beast was happily sleeping off his drug trip and didn't even make it out of his cage.

[@shaoronmd]

Here's a story we kept bringing up to annoy our DM we were using printouts and tokens as our map and playing area. Our party was in a very spacious sewer (mostly 3 squares wide). We encounter a hydra that was 3x3 in size. it was a hard fought battle but we managed to hit the hydra hard that the DM made the hydra ran away and turn a corner. we gave chase, turn the corner to see... nothing. We were wondering where the hell did the hydra go? So there was a small argument on how could a large hydra just disappear like that. And then the FF conversation happened Player: I look for the hydra (rolls perception) DM: ok, that should be enough. You see the hydra above you on the ceiling Player: so he's prone. DM: no he's not! he's hanging on the ceiling! Player: how high is the tunnel? DM: 3 squares high Player: how tall is the hydra DM: He's 3 squares... tall... Everyone else: .... DM: FINE! He's prone!

[@hjonkthemadsorcerer]

At the session was me, 2 other players, and the DM. We were on our ship sleeping, and when we woke up, we were in a large, very empty field. We turned around and saw three angels, with them saying something about proving if we can meet their master. ROLL INITIATIVE After getting tossed around and blowing shit up for awhile, we won. Then the angels were fully healed, saying we've proven ourselves, so we get knocked out. We we came to, we were on a beach, but the ocean was golden. The angels appeared, we went on a boat, sailed to a silver ship, and met the goddess of death. After having a whole panic attack over the fact we're meeting a goddess (roleplay and reality), we asked questions. My questions were about my character's great great grandmother, who was a dragon, and then MY question. Awhile back, my best friend died in a crash, and he was really into dnd. I asked her (the goddess) about him. I was tearing up, and my DM, bless his soul, looked at me, and said "He's doing good. He's happy now." Everyone came and gave me a hug. I'll never forget that session, was my favorite, and I even asked the goddess to give my friend my spellcasting focus.

[@pingu4938]

I'm in a game with my step-brothers and my biological brother. The Trickery Cleric transformed himself into an Aarakocra to get in with an Aarakocra mob, and ended up spilling birdseed everywhere on the train we were on while all of them attempted to eat it off the floor while saying "I'm not gonna waste it!"

[@TheSoliloquyMan]

I was playing a fighter whom could hit like a Mac truck while the rest of the player's characters were built more for roleplaying and skills than combat. That night I was actually not going to play because my wife had asked me to spend some time with her. Fair enough. Fast forward, the night was young and my wife turned in early asf. The discord channel was lit up. Now I dropped in just to listen. That's when two problems presented themselves. The town had come over siege by a kraken-like creature and their battlements and walls were not nearly effective enough. My fighter was also a carpenter! And then my DM and friends kept goading me and I jumped right in. First making palisades and shouting orders on how to construct them, then got into the tallest tower by the water. The kraken started breaking through and my fighter unsheathed his weapons, his trusty Crimson Longsword* with fire enchantments that was a hand crossbow with a touch of a button, another longsword he grabbed from a scared guard, only saying, "time to make some calamari," before holding a spare hunting knife in his teeth and dropped down onto the creature. The DM said I had managed to carve into its head and get stuck and took some decent fall damage. I don't remember the total accurately, but it was well above 140 damage, not including the fall damage to the kraken. The real kicker was next turn, the ranger barely rolled a successful hit and rolled 2 damage total, killing the creature. I still feel a little cheated for the glory there, but hey, I did what I do best and that's what counts.