When was your character most fear inducing moment? #2

[@jaspermaij3753]

We once met the bbeg of the campaign, and he knew everything going on in his country. My wizard, who normally knew everything and was considered the smartest guy, was terrified at the pure power this bbeg had

[@robotdude2206]

This is your most cultured thumbnail yet

[@davemakesnoises]

this tbh

[@postapocalypticnewsradio]

PANR has tuned in.

[@joedan5366]

Favorite Critical Roll character

[@philswiftdestroyerofworlds1988]

@@joedan5366 No Mercy Percy For Sure, You?

[@timjpowis]

I have one. My character was a tiefling sorcerer, and when it came to magic he was very much a pyromancer. Nearly all of his offensive spells were fire based, and any other spells he would use would incorporate some kind of fire effect (e.g. magic missile left a trail of embers). As part of this character's backstory, his wife and daughter were stolen from him by a devil. This character has a very strict moral code that dictates all of his actions, but if something seems like it's getting in the way of getting his family back all of those morals go out the window. So eventually the party comes face to face with the devil, and we've all just reached level 17, which means I've gotten access to a 9th level spell and the party don't yet know what it is. When the devil starts to get kinda low, he says "you want them back so bad? Fine, you can cherish their corpses!" And immediately kills them both. My tiefling just breaks, all of the questing, all of the life and death adventures, all of the suffering was to become strong enough to save them. My tiefling looks at the devil, makes direct eye contact, and snarls "burn". I cast power word kill. The dm described as the devil chuckles before stumbling, and slowly melting whilst screaming. Out of character the other players obviously knew what I'd done and were hyped, but to their character's it appeared as if my already fragile sanity had snapped and I had killed a devil through sheer force of will and pure wrath. Nothing since had quite matched up to that.

[@zackgeldhof1206]

Oh man what a great moment! That must have been horrifying to them!

[@dannysanchez9140]

Hell hath no fury than a man who lost everything. Respect.

[@hogfry]

Never mess with the fire wizards!

[@ShadowDude6488]

It was Pathfinder, I was playing a Karkinoi Samurai named Bill, and my mount was an Allosaurus that was raised by Wyverns. We were having a big battle in a field fighting a human army as they sent their mounted calvary first, which was removed easily. The next troops were doing a tortoise defensive formation so no regular ammunition would cut it. I looked around for any boulders, but I found something better and there was more of them. The look on their faces when their defensive strategy was ruined as dead horses were thrown at them by an ogre/crab creature.

[@intheftin2861]

I have a hobgoblin brawler with a +4 natural intimidate skill with dual whips. I bring the fear with int. checks scaring everything possible + tripping whatever isnt frightened

[@ChimericOni]

One time my party and I were exploring a cave that was full of bandits, and we ended up in a situation everyone got blocked off in a tight corridor, with two enemy bandits blocking the way, preventing us from really getting out. Only my High Elf Sorcerer Thia and the team's Halfling Fighter (who specialized in crossbows) could really fight back. Thia was pretty much the heart of the group usually, often being preoccupied with having fun and taking pride in her appearance for the most part (the black scales from her Draconic bloodline was the only real thing she hated about her appearance), but she does occasionally show a bit of a temper too based on the circumstance, this is what leads us to the current moment One of the bandits, noticing Thia's scales, Draconic eyes, and in coordination with Elves being almost unheard of in the land of this campaign, reacted to Thia like she was a horrifying monster, and struck her with a blade, piercing her scales and actually hurting her quite a bit. Thia naturally got very pissed, and as a result grabbed the bandit (who was already wounded from one of the Halfling's crossbow bolts) and casted Toll the Dead on him. Not only did I roll max damage, but the bandit critically failed his Wisdom check. So my DM just ruled that he just flat out died since the bandits were already pretty squishy. So the remaining bandits in the room ended up treated to the sight of one of their comrades getting grabbed by this strange woman and just straight up decaying into dust immediately. They knew they were in for a bad time.

[@girlwithamic8021]

I don’t have many because my current campaign is pretty lighthearted, but there’s one moment that comes to mind. For some context, I play a tiefling beastmaster(though we did modify it to make it, Yknow, functional?) werewolf. We had just finished fighting the abusive father of one of the PC’s and went down into his basement. He had a bunch of people chained up in there, all looking pretty rough. Our Paladin heals one of them who was looking particularly rough then we start discussing what we could do. After a bit, my DM asks me to make a perception check. I don’t remember what I rolled, but it was enough to notice that the girl our Paladin had healed had disappeared. Thing is, my sister had been kidnapped(?) in the same way earlier in the campaign, so I immediately thought it was related to that. I followed footsteps out of the basement until they just… stopped. However, my direwolf found her. She was in the freaking rafters. So, I’m immediately like “hey, you can come down! We’re not here to hurt you!” Yknow, just assuming trauma and ignoring the massive red flags. Then, my DM says “Amity. You then smell something that you don’t know, but you don’t like… It’s not blood, not iron, but something else”. Thing is(don’t know if this is normal or not but he has a lot of homebrew stuff), vampires and werewolves can smell each other, so I immediately panic and yell to my party. This thing, now revealed to be A FREAKING VAMPIRE QUEEN(WE ARE LEVEL F O U R), drops out of the freaking rafters and attacks me. Now, thing is, remember the werewolf bit? Yeah, if a vampire bites a werewolf or vice versa and they fail the save? They die immediately. Something about the curses battling it out or your body not being able to handle two transformative curses at once or smth? So we’re 3 sessions in and I’m already planning out my next character because no way I’m surviving this, except I roll a 19 with a +3 to con. i just barely passed the save, if with a crap ton of blood loss.

[@girlwithamic8021]

Oh! And I was on 1 HP the entire time because I had been passed out probably 15 minutes before this?

[@radfarlander]

I was playing Deadlands. I had just galloped back into the the city of Lost Angels, homebrew version. I'd blown up the front gate and the guards with dynamite. My horse suddenly pulled up short and refused to move at the sight of a mob of Wendigoes feasting. I tried to calm my horse so we could go around them by playing a gentle song on my banjo, which up until then had had legendary successes. A cold chill went down my back as our GM said, "The Wendigoes hear your banjo and look your way." and the GM rolling a LOT of dice. There was nothing left of the horse and my body was only retrieved by my next character,my father, a badass harrowed who the GM had inserted into the situation to mess with me.

[@cenasux]

I was playing in a Vampire: The Requiem game. Playing a Gangrel with a shit ton of Devotions. The DM had a house-rule that when you feed you automatically took your Stamina as Vitae (and consequently, did that much lethal damage) Alison (my PC) is shot in the head by a sniper. Alison sinks into the soil below her, and with one of the Devotions is able to retain her consciousness. She heals up and activates some Devotions while the two other PCs hide. Three vampire hunters come to where Alison had sunk into the soil, attempting to disturb it enough and force her out. Instead Alison bursts out of the soil having activated Iron Muscles and Flesh of Iron to become an animate iron statue, giving me an armour of 8. (For reference, full riot gear was 4.) I had also activated Forced March, letting me have the effects of Celerity (super speed) active for over an hour, as opposed to just a turn. So these vampire hunters had to attack me with a -8 to their dice pool, AND had to score 9 or more successes to even hurt me. Alison, on the other hand, just had to get one success to grapple one of them, then it was an attack (no roll) to feed. And with the DMs house rule and the Devotion Husk (which lets you add your Celerity to the amount of vitae you can take in a turn, at the 'cost' of turning the victim into a husk) Alison could take 6 vitae in a single 'attack' (doing 6 lethal, with the average health being 7) So Alison pops out, grabs one of the hunters as she is shot at (to no avail), drains the hunter for 6 Lethal. Next turn finish him off and grab the next. Then again. Notice the sniper, race off to him with super speed. DM describes him as having shat himself. Alison drains him. Returns to the other PCs "okay we can go" them: "we need to deal with the sniper" alison: "oh i already got him"

[@justinadler4695]

When my lv 3 tiefling wizard convinced a bunch of slavers that he was the devil come to punish them for their sins. Played a short but very fun game of pathfinder with some friends just before the outbreak. In the 3rd session we were trying to help a kings guard breakup an illegal but otherwise ignored child auction. Our group snuck in through the sewers and investigated to find that the room with all the prisoners In it was a 2 story auditorium style room with the prisoners in the center and 8 guards spread around the room with a few dozen patrons and slavers spread around. We came up with the plan to have the rogue and the fighter enter from the top and deal with the guards there while myself, a trifling wizard, and our paladin made a distraction on the ground floor and protected the prisoners. We started a fire in the kitchen to make smoke billow into the room and I cast darkness on a coin in one of my hands. When we burst through the doors I asked if I could shout out in infernal “Death has Come for You”. Our DM was really cool about to so he said sure and low and behold I got a Nat 20 on the intimidate. In response to the demonic voice echoing from the sudden appearance of smoke and impenetrable shadows the entire room started screaming as guards and patrons alike dropped whatever they were holding and bolted for the exit leaving us alone with the prisoners and a few remaining slavers. We still had to fight the slavers afterwards but without any of the guards to back them up we were able to quickly rescue the prisoners and deal with them without any trouble. Loved that campaign, but it went on indefinite hold when pandemic forced us off campus until graduation.

[@Synfang]

My one character wasn't particularly scary normally, having a -1 to Intimidation, but his scariest moment was when the rest of the party voted to put his only friend out of their misery because said friend just lost a leg to a shark a few minutes prior and gangrene seemed very likely. My character had literally the only thing in the campaign that could heal the injury, and he wasn't gonna let his friend die on his watch, let alone when he knew he could save him if he figured out how to use the medicine he had. So, he straight up threatened to kill the rest of the party if they euthanized his friend. And they all backed down, because as they saw it, this was a threat my character could reasonably carry out, as the party member with the highest damage output and 2nd highest in both HP and AC, not to mention half of em had some kind of weakness to lightning, which was my character's strong suit.

[@bibbobella]

One of my favorit moments was in my first ever DnD game. I was still getting a hold of be ropes. Learning what it was like to roleplay and trying to get out of my shell at this stage. Very long story short. I had a fairly typical backstory. My character was a druid whoms dad had gone missing for unknown reasons some years prior. He wasn't actively looking for him since he was busy taking care of a small town as the only healer in it. It was however attacked (not destroyed. Only attacked) at the beginning of the campaign so he went out with a few others in an attempt to stop the monsters that were attacking from the source. Many sessions later and he ends up meeting with a witch/hag/creepy lady that apparently knew about his dad and was tainting him A LOT. This lead to one of my favorit roleplays I have ever done as a player where I actually yelled out loud as my character for the witch to "shut her god damn fucking mouth before I tear it off her!" as I proceeded to moonbeam her and then wildshape into a direwolf and rush up to rup her throat out. It really felt like a perfect moment for this otherwise fairly chill but somewhat slightly feral character I had created and the looks on all the other players and the DM's face when I actually acted out the scene was awesome :P

[@dandyboio2865]

if it counts some of the other players are scared of pissing off my chaotic neutral monk purely cause he's strong and despite some of the stuff the group has went through he has not shown any sign of being mad, sad, upset or scared always having a smile or smirk on his face

[@TheManInBlueFlames]

This is good timing for Halloween!

[@themaddoctor5304]

My Half Orc Fighter had both of his eyes slashed out. He was on the ground, holding his face with both hands. The Henchmen of the BBEG raised his blade and said the classic "any last words?" I knew what I had to do. My character turned and looked at where the voice came from, showing his face, covered in blood with blood streaming from his eyeless sockets as he let's out the most blood curdling scream which is a mixture of pain and rage. I rolled intimidation with advantage. The Henchmen backed away and the rest of the players heard him yell "STAY BACK!" My character felt around for his trident, picked it up, walked over to the sound of the terrified henchman, and stabbed him through the chest.

[@zackgeldhof1206]

Oh DAMN. I could see that in my mind. That's scary!

[@clickbaitgamer2749]

The moment my cleric dropped his shield so he could pick up a hand axe and charge at the Bandit leader screaming in rage, running past the leader ,freeing their prisoner and proceeding to beat the shit out of them until they ran away

[@melissaquinn1463]

My character, Kūki, witnessed her family and temple burn which left her with scars, pyrophobia, and a dash of PTSD. I had discussed with my dad (the DM) on how it would affect her. We decided on a Wisdom save like Caleb from Critical Roll. Flash forward to my party being surrounded by bugs, I use my new fire spell and remember the save to late, I roll, tell dad I failed the save, and describe how Kūki stands there motionless while everyone flees the room. My party yells (we’re a loud bunch) at me to not do that again and why I did that in the first place as they drag Kūki along, not giving me a chance to defend myself. That’s her most fright-inducing moment, and Am I The *beep*hole?

[@colecook834]

When my character teleported 70 collosal constructs to the battle

[@Beargamer2749]

My character with a phobia of broken glass flew head first through a massive church window.

[@cillacowz2668]

I put my players in a labyrinth where they rolled initiative and “something” also rolled initiative, they couldn’t see it in and out of character, but it came close to them and they could hear its powerful footsteps through the wall, they got to the middle to grab this component they needed to cast a special spell to cure a town of a sickness and they could bear the stomping getting closer, eventually it burst forth from the ground and combat began, they were all on the edges of their seat with anticipation

[@dredgendorchadas6770]

I spent a game doing very little in combat, still helping a lot, but not many Spells were used. It was online and the character sheets were hidden from all but the DM. A Paladin and a rouge decided out of character to kill me to take the many magic items I had (all of the stuff I had was utility rather than their additional damage). I don't remember exactly how, but I did the book with fireball for every page, but with summoned units via conjunction (there were many different units as whatever spellslots I had left over I would use to maximize rests) Rouge attacked and flopped accuracy while Pali flopped damage (hurt a lot, but not ohk) where I opened the book and dm told them they died. I had around 80 troops summoned and neither of them had good aoe, on top of that I had Necromancy that would bring a lot of them back. The players challenged the dm on them dying so we played it out... all while the ranger ond fighter/barb watched

[@theletternoodle965]

got trampled by a unicorn we nearly all died

[@ArkaSaurusRex218]

Lot's of moments happened in all 7 campaigns I played in (none finished for good of course). I played a Lizardfolk Sorceror nicknamed Jax that could only use ice or water magic due to a quirk, and for the most part, he tried his best not to use magic despite being a sorceror, cause lizardfolk are reptiles and thus cold blooded, so ice magic would not bode well for their bodies. That was until he met the master of his patron and was able to better control his ability. During an encounter with a group of goblin on a cliff, I managed to ambush them and attack with a series of spells, tidal wave and ice wall I believe, in an attempt to freeze them all solid. Our DM allowed it cause ambush and rule of cool. I didn't roll high, so it was a suprise when he told us that all of the goblins except the leader are hit by both spells simutenously, freezing them solid and washing them off the cliff, causing all their frozen bodies to be dashed on the rocks below, kill all of them. The goblin leader was also frozen in place unable to move an inch. I'm pretty sure that if this was irl, then that goblin leader would have shit himself seeing this powerful lizardfolk sorceror coming out of nowhere and brutally killing all of his band of thieves, now frozen in place and unable to run as the lizardfolk slowly walked towards them glowering menacingly and licking his lips while commenting that he bet goblin popsicles tasted delicious.

[@CyberShinobiX]

It was a joint effort of the party but my character took charge in this case, it was also in Pathfinder. I was playing a homebrew fairy race at the time and the party had finally started our final confrontation with a corrupt leader of a large city that who we had been working with rebel forces to overthrow. We confronted him directly and when he finished a monologue and stated his threats I made my move. My tiny fairy began monologuing and making threats after telling his men any of them who wished to avoid an untimely demise were welcome to desert their jobs and flee. A good number left right away and the remaining ones fled when I gestured to my fellow party member who was carrying the axe we took after slaying the corrupt leader's best enforcer. At this point the remaining henchmen fled leading to me gradually approaching the man who ended up out of fear using a scroll of fireball directly on himself to try to take us out with him. It failed to do much damage to me as I passed my save although the others were not so lucky but I was proud of my intimidation essentially causing the villain's forces to all flee in fear and later forcing my way out of the burning mansion alongside my party. I am sure any of the goons who remained nearby to observe were scared shitless after a small group of ragtag individuals managed to so effortlessly deal the finishing blow to the corrupt regime.

[@pyrosianheir]

The party ambushed a patrol of enemy soldiers in the pouring rain, at night. There were a handful of archers at the rear. I tore through all but one on the surprise round (high damage rolls, and Action surge). Then, axe dripping blood, I turned and glared at the last Archer left... My intimidation wasn't quite high enough to make him flee the fight entirely, but he DID waste a turn tryna get away from me.

[@GymbalLock]

My immortal royal was confronted with the thought of outliving everyone on her planet, rendering her alone on a barren rock scorched by a red giant of a sun several billion years later.

[@rh3280]

My character T.R.E.D. was a warforged fighter and his AC was between 25-30 at all times so one time I killed an orc captain in one turn by moving to it attacking it then moving away prompting an opportunity attack which missed, proc. Riposte CRIT and a big number for damage killed him instantly best part is the 7-9 arrows that plunked off his armor in the following round

[@leeniejs]

The one time my character induced fear was actually very out of character. We had been playing these characters for a good 10 years and therefore we became God like beings. My character, a cleric and a paladin was very passive but lawful good, the kind of person that could be seen giving their earnings away to the less fortunate. One day while we're clearing yet another dungeon in search of more gold and shinys for our greedy party my character was up against one npc with about 20 in the corridor behind him. The dice gods were kind and with my first attack I split him in two. Deciding to essentially say "screw it" and rolled intimidation. With a wicked smile and swinging a sword coated in blood I slowly stepped down the corridor. Every single one of them scrambled over eachother trying to get away, leaving a few trails on urine behind them.

[@RioDrake]

My Half-Ogre Wizard in Dungeon Fantasy/GURPS was more "qaulity of life" focused. He even had a spell that could make food from nothing or by turning something else into food. The closer to actual food it is the better the result tastes. We were interrogating an assassin and not getting anywhere, so I make the following the off-hand line. "If you dont tell us what we want to know I will turn you into food and pass you out to the poor." The ENTIRE TABLE lost their minds over how dark he had suddenly seemed to become.

[@buttercup9709]

Playing through descent into avernus, my half orc storm herald barbarian (Ganelon) obtained a pair of boots of striding and springing, as well as a +2 greataxe and the Great weapon master feat. Essentially he hits like a truck with lightning flying off him. We had descended to the surface and were travelling in a infernal machine, when we saw another one on the horizon crewed by something like 8 bearded devils. Ganelon decided that the easiest way to deal with this was to get the others to drive close enough that he could jump aboard their ride. Then he proceeded to kill every single devil effectively by himself. The others were a little scared of him after that

[@Sokolov5]

I've got two from a long running Pathfinder campaign. One: we were traveling through the Desert when we were suddenly ambushed by a time traveling Gunslinger who was here to kill our own Time Traveling Gunslinger. While we were pinned down by Sniper Fire, the party was trying to come up with a plan. I had just purchased a suit of Dreadwing Plate Armor, which allows me to reduce my armor's AC in exchange for a 60 foot fly speed. So I unveil this and my Paladin starts flying at the Sniper, before he gets there though, the Sniper fires off a Deadshot directly at him. Now, Guns in Pathfinder ignore Armor Bonuses and hit Touch AC if you're within range, so there was basically no chance of him failing to hit me outside of a misfire, and Deadshot was him taking one super strong attack instead of multiple attacks, so it would have been some serious pain. Unfortunately for the Sniper, my Paladin knew Missile Shield, which allows you to once per turn deflect any ranged touch attack that isn't a spell. So he takes the shot and sees my Paladin smack it out of the air with his shield before closing the gap in the next round and slicing off his arm. The Sniper used a special device to teleport out so he could get a better vantage point, but when he resighted his scope he saw the Paladin staring directly at him and about to charge him once again. He surrendered shortly after. The second time was while fighting our GMs Secret Boss Alchemist who had just liquified our Samurai. My Paladin, pissed off because she was trying to force them all to do her bidding at threat of blowing them to pieces with insanely buffed bombs, used a Helm of Command to Stop Time, dispel all of her magic enhancements, destroy her armor, buff himself to the 9s and then stand in front of her when time resumed so that all she could see was him glaring down at her. When she tried to take a step back to avoid AoO, he used Step Up And Strike to keep pace with her. When she tried to throw a bomb, he got a free shot in which brought her dangerously close to death and he used Missile Shield to parry the bomb so it exploded harmlessly. Now out of options, she attempted to surrender, only to be told to surrender her life for her attempts to sacrifice an entire nation of people to her God, at which point her fear turns into full blown panic. One more strike did her in before she could get another bomb out.

[@IaeyanElyuex]

A kobold named Koal? ...That's a very nice name for a kobold.

[@soulofresolve9514]

My character (fire genasi fighter) had snuck onto an airship. He and the dwarf barbarian went through combat against the crew, with my character tanking multiple attacks. After the combat, he goes up to the last enemy, who was cowering behind his shield at this point. He just grabs the shield and slams it through the enemy’s throat. The captain, sufficiently terrified, agreed to drive us home, where my character handed him over to the party necromancer for his own purposes.

[@samcase9328]

That first one just…makes my heart ache. Poor Naria! I’d offer to hug her if I wasn’t in danger from her curse…

[@Necrotic_Entity]

My Tabaxi Druid was fighting a few monsters, and when we went to another player who was also fighting the monsters, I rolled a critical (Or just really high) against one of the monsters and sliced it in half with his flame blade (She was a wild fire druid)

[@Zarkonem]

Rhogar, my Dragonborn cleric. He was my character in the previous campaign that we went all the way to level 20 on. The game that we were playing was taking place roughly 20 years in the future from that game. Rhogar is world famous as the "Dragon of resurrection" and was the spiritual leader of his religion and had a church built the equivalent of the Vatican. We switched off who was DMing this game and i was now the DM. An undead plague was released on the world and even worse, dragons and dragonborn were being mind controlled to kill themselves and others around them so that they could be raised as undead for the BBEG. Rhogar was able to resist the mind control as long as he could keep his distance from the necromancers but all of his clergy weren't so lucky. He had to personally kill all of his friends he had made at his church over the past 20 years because they had all succumbed to the mind control and undead and then he had to burn all their bodies with his breath weapon. He helped the party escape the city that was being overrun with the undead, as it was too much for all of them to handle. They got on a ship and sailed away from the city along with several dozen other survivors. That's when the moment happened. As it turned out, one of the party members was the reason the undead were there to begin with. He was fiddling around with an ancient forbidden book and accidentally released the plague upon the world. When Rhogar found out, he was understandably livid. All this death and destruction, the fall of his church and the blood of Rhogar's closest friends on Rhogar's hands, and this PC was the one who started it. He ripped the chair he was sitting in in half and threw it out the window, breathed fire into the air in agony and slammed the guy into the wall snarling for a reason not to slowly rip him apart, resurrect him and do it again. This was the angriest Rhogar had ever been in his life. Needless to say, given Rhogars reputation for how powerful he was, his particular skillset and that this was NOT a bluff in any way, that PC had to go change his pants. After this, Rhogar had to go into hiding. He wouldn't be able to stay with the party because he knew how powerful he was and that if he were to be mind controlled and turned, that it would be very bad.

[@timdrugge907]

About six months after the end of a year-long campaign, the players were gathered and took up the roles of their characters from that campaign in what they believed was a one-shot session, just for the nostalgia. The session revolved around investigating the murder of the character whose one player wasn't there. It was an exciting murder/mystery event where the PCs tried to figure out who was responsible out of the many enemies they'd made during the campaign, or maybe someone new who decided to target the kingdom's heroes. As expected from such a setting, clues were few and far between, some of which pointed at a handful of potential suspects, but nothing that really fit the pieces they were finding. Then one player remembers being shown a hiding spot by the dead character during a past moment of personal interaction and bonding between them, and secretly goes to check it with another while the other pair investigate another lead. When their characters arrive and check the hiding spot, the DM pulls out a small notebook and hands it over, which the two players begin to read out loud. The notebook turned out to be a journal written by the murdered PC describing their investigation into one of the other PCs, suspecting them of being evil and using powers they had gained from making deal with demons to become the most influential person in the kingdom, beyond the rest of the party of heroes, with that influence extending into every area; the royals and nobles, the military, the Arcane Academy and its graduates, and a handful of religious orders. Initially, this 'fall to temptation' is believed to have happened during the later events of the campaign, but a look back at some major events that happened prior to that, like an entire graduating class of the Arcane Academy and their instructors being found dead, drained of all arcane power and life force, caused them to think otherwise. The final entry states how the murdered PC was going to confront their comrade with this information, hoping they were wrong and the other PC was still a friend, but prepared to do what was necessary if they were right, confident they were prepared for whatever the other PC might do or abilities they might wield. The DM then announced the end of the first session of the second campaign.

[@timothystubbs8399]

Not D&D, Warhammer Fantasy: I was a Duelist, classed up from a Buccaneer and from another class that I cannot remember(15 years ago. Think town vigilante-esque). Warhammer runs on percentile base rolls, lower rolls are the better. Rolled to intimidate a group of 14 goblins for information with a 63% chance of success(63 or lower) got a 9. At the same time, another party member shot an arrow through the crook of my arm into the leaders forehead with a 2(almost perfect). As he dropped dead, they all pissed themselves, one ran(taken out by the third party member while fleeing) 10 fainted, and the last 2 answered all of our questions without hesitation. GM said my roll was enough get the info we needed, but the arrow shot made them think they should worship us out of pure terror.

[@Kris-vb9uz]

The time in a 1 shot that my lvl 3 Goliath barbarian, Khaon took 1 point of damage that would've done 7+ damage while at 6hp and used an opportunity attack against his foe( a bug bear) and tore the guys head of with his bare hands, then charged at the rest of the goblins with head in tow

[@KBgamer2010]

Was the GM for this one. 5 words...The deck of many things

[@TheTolnoc]

Warlocks are scary. Mine opened Hunger of Hadar on a group of kobolds, and... most of them were one shot, a few more got Repelling Blast'd into the AoE by her, and she basically is known as a Slayer of Kobolds now. My current character is a Kobold.

[@themaddoctor5304]

Little does your kobold know is that they're actually your warlocks reincarnated form, and that this is punishment for all the kobolds slain by their hands.

[@mysterymaiden]

I feel called out by the first story

[@1Ring42]

Ladies and gentlemen I give you Attack of the Leprechaun. Game:Vampire the masquerade The Coterie was approached by the childe of a harpy to clean up a mess she made by accidentally pressing her "go nuclear" button and sending a dossier full of vampire information to wannabe ghost hunters. Our mission was to find the ghost hunters and clean up the mess before the info got out. We had to take the job because our Ventrue started a feud with another harpy in the first session and needed to be on good terms with at least one other harpy. I was playing Jerome O'Connell, an old as dirt Irish Mercenary Gangrel who had recently been dragged kicking and screaming into Camarilla society and was thus bedecked in a new suit for making appearances at Elysium. The suit also happened to be green because I'm a sadist when it comes to my characters. I'll skip past the shenanigans that led us to get separated at two different hospitals and get a hold of morphine before converging on the correct hospital. Jerome stalked silently through the walls of Old Mercy Hospital. He had already sent rats ahead to chew on every wire they could find. It was a shotgun rather than a scalpel, but there were alot of rats. He paused, hearing the voices coming from the room ahead. A lot of camera talk. He grinned and moved to step into the room before pausing and grinning to himself. He had the drop on them. Why should he waste that opportunity. The ghost hunters were still setting up for their scene when an ominous rhythmic chant started echoing through the halls, accompanied the tapping of a cane against the linoleum, keeping the rhythm constant. They turned towards the shadowed halls to see two points of red light. The Gaelic chanting came to a end as a bearded red head in a green suit and glowing red eyes stepped out of the shadows. He pointed his cane ominously at the uneasy film crew and spoke in heavily accented English. "I COME BEARING TIDINGS FROM TITANIA, QUEEN O' THE FAERIES. CEASE YOUR ACTIVITIES OR FACE THEIR WRATH." The chanting began again. "WE WILL KNOW IF YOU DO NOT CEASE. ALL THE CREATURES OF THE EARTH ANSWER TO THE WILL O THE FAE!" The green suited man gave out an inhuman shriek and suddenly a cacophony of scratches began to echo from the walls, immediately before a veritable flood of rats emerged from every nook and cranny. Jerome laughed as the college kids bolted before whispering a curse in Gaelic andjumpingout a nearby window. He had scared them too well and the Coterie would need to scramble to round them up for memory erasure. TLDR: I scared the hell out of a group of cabel access ghost hunters by pretending to be a Leprechaun sent from the faerie queen. We did catch them but since the Ventrue dipped out we drugged them up with the stolen morphine and called the cops, so anything they said would be written off as the product of an intoxicated mind. Some of them died and at least one ended up in an asylum.

[@jacobbutler4367]

Well.... My leonine sorcerer, he used a decent level catapult with a holy dagger as a projectile, blew a boulder size hole in a wyvern, it would've been epic, if my character didn't go insane shortly after, oh and threatened the mate of said wyvern, and almost nuked a town with a fireball

[@darthcrackhead7999]

Easily Quill Sapphire, my variant (winged) tielfing homebrew rogue (think John Wick)/ chronurgy wizard. Our artificer was threatening 2 guards but failed miserably so Quill kicked open the door behind him, threw a dagger at one of the guards killing him instantly. He then turned to the other guard and said “Care to rethink your decision?” With a Nat 20 on intimidation. The guard promptly fled in terror. Even with an 8 charisma still the scarlets member of the party.

[@nyukjustacommenter857]

The first time I killed something, I was a Warlock Fairy who generally didn't like fighting and usually preferred to evade, sweet talk and trick her way through anyone intelligent enough to be spoken to. A goblin had just double attacked our Tiefling artificer, who, in this moment, broke her usual punkish, abrasive attitude as she was attacked. So, I go to use air bolt on this goblin to protect her. What happens next is this fairy, no taller than 2 feet, and who usually gets denied alcohol at the tavern, proceeds to send a goblin flying out of a window, with the glass apparently tearing it to pieces. Needless to say everyone was impressed but I felt like I would need some revision in power control after that combat was done.

[@crispycrimson6448]

Mine is weird as he himself caused it. My barbarian named Zather brand was a peace loving man who truly hated violence but knew that he could use his rage to make the world a better place, however during a rage a slaver used 3 slaves as human shields and zather cut through them and crushed the slaves skull, after the battle he came to his senses and realized what he did and was so horrified he refused to rage until the bbeg fight 4 sessions later

[@kevinskinner4986]

So. Pathfinder game a few years back. We're in the middle of enchanting an artifact to be the firey sword of firey fireness in an hours-long complicated ritual. Part of this ritual involves the using another artifact with the power to create portals to and from the Plane of Shadow to open portals to the elemental planes and plunge the sword in to absorb their power, using Shadow as an in between realm. The rest of us are tasked to fend off the monsters that come through because it works like Gate. We plunge it into the Plane of Fire and get some high-level undead and some fire monsters we sacrificed for the ritual. We open it to the Plane of Ice and get some garbage high-level ice monster and a Nightcrawler. Now, nightcrawlers are extremely dangerous high-level undead creatures that have instant death spells and cause negative levels, so is clearly the biggest threat in the room. My paladin wins initiative. I use my Smite Evil on my Nightcrawler. I shoot him. And crit. With a gun, that does x4 damage on crits. Using ammo that does double damage against extraplanar creatures. The nightcrawler explodes, splattering gore over the party and all of the enemies still trying to get through the portal and they watch in horror as a tiny level 9 halfling paladin gibs a CR 18 nightcrawler right in front of them like it was nothing. I just look over at them, saying nothing and crossing my arms silent. They book it, and apparently spread my infamy to all their mates and so the next time we had to go to the plane, we had dense hoards of powerful intelligent undead just watching us pass through because none of them had the guts to challenge us. And so by scaring the pants off the Plane of Freaking Shadow, I have now passed my portfolio test to be the God of Fear.

[@Mogura85]

we played a campain (with a bit homebrew) where my character was a necromancer/cleric and we were stuck in a village gatering informations about the hideout of the bbeg... for 4 sessions the villagemayor made us do tasks for him like fieldwork, helping at teh hunt, helping in the small hospital... in gametime we were there for about 3 weeks playing errandboy for that asshole. we were fed up, and then one night the partys rogue and me snuck into the mayors house and kidnapped him his wife and his little daughter. when they awoke they were in one of the small hunter cabins in the wood . the daughter not moving but standign stiff as a broom, staring at them with panic in the eyes, we told the mayor to finaly say what we wantet to know... he said teh wrong thing "i am not scared of you" and with a fingersnip the daughter moved like a marionette beginning to tear the tied up mother apart alive with alot of strengh... the dm did not realy read all the modified spellsuggestions i gave him and agreed since i said they wont affect the damage or radius in any way... he did not check that animate skeleton would work on a living creature that was unconcious and wont kill the skeletons "former" owner... the daughter was allowed to scream and cry all while tearing her mother into nice handy chunks... turns out he didnt knew anything in the first place, but he was a perv sicko who touches small children that apaprently got lost in the woods... the daughter and mother werent any better. the kid was a cruel brat killing pets when bored with them. and the mother was the head of a local arm from smugglers and slavers... we left a town wich was dozens of mentaly scarred but happy kids richer but lacks a mayor family, 3 gorey bloody new skeletons carying our stuff and 3 weeks wasted time

[@Ian_Comics]

A mini quest I was running in a West Marches I co-dm'ed in had a request for aid reach one of the players. Someone was poaching harpy eggs and the mysterious employer wanted those responsible delivered to a meeting point on a nearby mountain. The player found a hunter who was actually stealing the eggs, a chef who was cooking them, and their noble boss who was eating them. They were captured and brought up the mountain. Naturally he was expecting the secret employer to be a harpy. What he was not expecting was a harpy with a colossal template applied to her, and she was angry. The "roc harpy" as I dubbed it, let each prisoner beg for forgiveness before decapitating them one by one with her talons. The cook passed out before he could speak, and the roc harpy took him alive to feed the roost's chicks. A normal harpy then paid the player for his work with some treasure, and told to tell the city that should they steal eggs from the roost again they would level the city in a windstorm. The player, who lived there, made absolutely sure everyone knew.

[@crunch1216]

In one of my first few sessions of dnd the very large party at level 5 ish had to go to h*'ll, for a quest for a wizard pc that had reached god hood, so we went somewhere. Then 5 anicent chromatic dragons showed up, as that is not a fight, I talked to them as a Draconic sorcerer quite worries as I was deep into the game but lacked experience. So I played we worked with the wizard god called god. The let us ride to another place, and there was Tiamat. I had little experience and was young so I was visibly panicked, I talked to her again and said god sent us. She gave us the gem we needed, and blessed the tabaxi bard with an epic level of warlock. She plane shifted us back and quest done. And I semi trust the dm for the wack experience, he is a veteran of 40+ years. But he might have had a thing showing for showing off his old pc's. The god was his old pc. Nevertheless cool campaigns

[@JacobL228]

My parents caught on to me hiding my GameBoy under my pillow, so I started hiding it in the pillowcase, and in a few other slightly sneakier places.

[@zackgeldhof1206]

I was playing a Firbolg Paladin of Pelor named Thaddeus Meadow. Sweet guy, gentle, lovable. He and a Cleric of Elistrae even fell in love. The party was like family. He struggled with his faith a little considering his tragic past. A piece of some dark god had fallen during a battle on another continent and crash-landed near his home sending shards flying everywhere. He had been struck with one, and the evil that poured out spread all around him as he - scared and young - tried to run home to his family, consequently causing their deaths. But that's not the scary part. He had gotten the shard removed, and spent the next hundred years or so collecting these shards quietly and trying to find a way to destroy them. He met the current party and they were doing well, but then something awful happened: One of the Clerics in his order became corrupt and began using the shards for power, and wound up being possessed by the Champion of the dark god to whom those shards belonged. They defeated that Cleric but he wound up killing Thad, and corrupting his body with the shard. The rest of the party tried to find a flower in a Unicorn grove that would purify the body to allow him to be resurrected (I now play a Tiefling who knew Thad) but by the time we got back, the Sanctuary and surrounding town was in flames, surrounded by strange, purple smoke. One of the Clerics was nailed still alive to a pillar, and after they got her down, that's when it happened. A figure was seen heading towards the doors, tall - very tall - and clad in black. When he turned, they saw the face of their beloved Thaddeus, risen and possessed by a dark god. Our tank fighter tried to run after him to confront him, but in a single Legendary Action, Thad, our friend, reduced him to a single HP. The party made an escape, but everyone was devastated, frightened, shook. We are still scared, and handing my old character sheet over to the DM was... frightening.

[@hogfry]

Ok some backstory. Early in a campaign we killed a young black dragon (optional sidequest boss). I managed to harvest it's rot glands. Well I spent months fermenting the glands and building up an immunity to its rot effect (The DM was hella chill for letting me do this btw props to him) So a year (in game ) into the campaign we face a baron who trafficked in exotic young girls. Dwarves, goblins, orcs, etc... The WORST kind of baddy. Straight filth. Apparently he was using the profits to fund a coup. We discovered he'd almost had the money he needed and was just waiting till spring to attack. At that point the party wanted to bug out and go to the king. I didn't. So we split the party. While the others risked a mountain crossing in winter to warn the king, I hatched my own scheme. I found out the Baron was holding a celebration. One that was to be attended solely by his conspirators. Also filth. Once i knew the date I had everything I needed. I hired a local tailor to make me an outfit. One of a royal messenger. Next I bought some high end parchment. and finally i rented a horse. Then I rolled for intimidation... It worked. The barons guards were to scared to question a royal messenger so they walked me right into the barons banquet hall. Before the guards could announce my character I shouted "Baron forgive me the intrusion but I bare an urgent message from the king, it bears the Royal sigil and cannot be delayed!" The Baron rolled poorly on perception because he was drunk so he motioned for my character to bring him the rolled parchment. This is when it got good. As I handed him the paper I said: "forgive me my Lord but this is not the message..." He had just enough time to realize he was in trouble but I beat him on the initiative roll. *In a whisper* "YOU are the message." With that i squeezed his hand and crushed the vile of fermented black dragon glands, wrapped in the parchment. What I unleashed was a FULL black dragon Rot breath attack in a closed room, full of npcs and enemies with an average level of 5. Everything but the silverware and gold platers, in that banquet hall, melted... Everything except my now naked character. When my ranger walked out of the chalet covered in black sludge Looking for all the world like an avatar of death itself... he found the town guard waiting outside. The failed a check against my deception and intimidation rolls (because they were filling their armor in terror poo) He told them what the Baron had done. Then he told them to go inside. Once they came out he ordered half to free the slaves and half to get horses and ride in every direction... telling anyone who would listen what they had seen. He wanted to send a message. To everyone. Then he walked still naked into the forest. The story of a revenant claiming the barons entire household spread like wildfire... It caused several of the remaining conspirators to flee the country. Some believed they had been cursed and killed themselves. The rest were imprisoned thanks to the rest of my party bringing the king their evidence. To this day I still play with that group although it's online nowadays. And they still refer to that moment when I crushed the vile in the barons hand as one of the most chilling things they've ever experienced at the table. Personally I think it was down to my DM being cool and just running with it.

[@dirtyblonde1011]

Destroyed my DM's bbeg while playing my bugbear barbarian using a polearm...he forgot that I could smack the guy out of the air from 15 ft away

[@FaerieLux]

My only problem with big curses like that is. Unless the others have similar defects, really that entire campaign is just a story for the cleric and everyone else are side characters. I could never let a character be made like that from the start, but.... it's a totally worth it curse to plague a member during the campaign. Like at the start of the campaign curse them. Otherwise, it's basically saying yo "this guy is the anime protagonist, the rest of yall are just there"

[@zevraluna1899]

Lvl 3 Barbarian Zealot. We walk into a bandit camp. Combat inevitably starts. I'm low on initiative so I go in the bottom half, after bard and cleric have buffed me. Nat 20. I had flavored my radiant damage to emit thunder and lightning based on my characters God, Kord. I roll something like 30 damage on this poor bastard. DM asks me to roll on intimidation and I get another Nat 20. So the DM describes how I cleave this man in half with a delighted smile on my face, greataxe crackling with lightning and connecting to the ground with a BOOM. Birds scatter from the trees, foes flee, and the bandit leader is scared shitless. Literally. As for my character? Well she didn't know she was marked by a God(amnesia) so shortly after all this she drops the axe in horrified amazement.

[@TinyFoxTom]

When I DM, if the party rogue tries to forge something, I won't make him roll a check. I'll just check his character sheet. If he spelled his class correctly, he passes. If he spelled it "Rouge," he fails so miserably that he wrote with lipstick.

[@mrsnugglesworth128]

Nice

[@hunterperry1094]

Rouge master class

[@matthewlabodin3981]

My chaotic good, super nice dogfolk wizard snuck into the private study of the wife of one of the richest men in the land. My character's backstory involved finding a cure for her son's mysterious illness, and I had just found out that she knew exactly what the illness was, and may have caused it. I waited until she was alone to reveal myself and informed her in no uncertain terms that if she had sent me on a wild goose chase across the continent while her son was dying, she wasn't leaving this room. Calling the guards was pointless, since they would take a minute to arrive, and I only needed a couple seconds.

[@ltphantomknight8942]

Had a Hexblade Named Hugo, but was drinking at a bar and someone decided to want to be an ass towards him, Hugo gives home the warning that if he touches him there is no afterlife for him. The moment he enters 15ft ( bugbear+ Polearm master +Warcaster) I shoot out four beams of Eldritch blast and evaporate him into ash before paying for everyone's drink, lesson of the day is don't enter Hugo's personal space.

[@Hetzfs]

(Sorry for my writing) I was an Artificier with a suit of plague doctor. I got separate from my party in a figth againts some soldiers, i didn't have any chance to survive... if I use normals means of curse, I just drop all the gas bombs i had, creating a big wall of green death. By the Time my party find the way to return into my position all what they found where myself exiting the clow of posoning green air, and nobody else.

[@dh3725]

Fear is not the emotion I'd have in that thumbnail

[@MetteAaes]

Now I don't know where the one with FÆ is from. XD But it's a danish word for fool.

[@billcox8870]

You should do one where players of screwed up the most in a game. In princes of the Apocalypse we tried to move the earth called sphere of destruction using a portable hole. The town of Red Larch (300 people) got destroyed in a large earthquake. Oops 🤪

[@samloyd9287]

"20 doesn't hit"

[@francisxavier8374]

dnd 5e wild magic sorcerer, using bladur's gate's 2e table hit wild surge fighting some strong npc roll wild surge open gate to some abyss layer flip a coin cr 11 demon strolls out and that's how i hit lvl 6

[@aisushitai2680]

dude, a 4 minute story right off the bat is not the way to do these mini-story compilation videos. If I wanted that long of a story I would go to the full-story length videos.

[@BushBumperBaker]

That first story. Why the hell would you have a player with the ability to randomly kill two other players? Da fuck. Lmfao. She grabs another player after disagreeing with them and the player she grabbed has to pass a check to avoid their character being killed? Shit sounds unbearable imo.

[@Katsu_Dx]

#teamseas go donate and help save the oceans

[@hawaikix3257]

Early Gang

[@evankurasu3190]

is there a reason/inside-joke why you butcher the way you say rouge every time it comes across? with all due respect, it's awfully grating...