I had a rather stupid hobbit thief. He collected colors and not treasure. A pickpocket meant he had successfully cut a piece of cloth to sew on his stack. He had a pet chicken, but he thought it was a hawk and that he could fly by holing the legs and jumping down a height. He couldn't fly of course, but he was great at falling.
I was DMing a simple little adventure: The Lost Mine of Phandelver. This was not the first adventure we had played, and we had already acquired a Wand of Pyrotechnics. The leading character, whose name was Swift, I think, is being dangled upside down by the ankle because he fell into a trap. “Help me,” he says. “Use the Wand of Pyrotechnics!”
”Okay,” says Canus, who has never used the Wand before. He shoots a stream of fire at the rope.
”Thank you!” Swift says, scrambling free. He turns around and realizes that now the tree the rope was tied to is on fire. Then the fire spreads to the next tree and the next and the next —
The other half of the group is unable to reach their companions, separated by a wall of fire. The goblins run away from the forest fire and leave the dungeon completely empty except for a couple of angry wolfs/wargs. Those two characters rescue Sildar and escape, rescue their friends, and journey on to Phandalin!
It's been a while since it happened, but it's a rather funny story imo:
Our party is wandering through a forest and gets ambushed by goblins, and we all roll initiative. I'm one one of the first to move and take out one, but the next player, a dragonborn if I remember right, had a goblin mother. So they ask the DM if they can try to find out if one is their mother, however they do not know goblin, so they have to roll and end up succeeding, turns out their mother is amongst the goblins, however they have to communicate to their mother that they are their daughter (I believe). Meanwhile the rest of our party is mercilessly killing the other goblins. My character notices what's going on and prepares an action to protect the two, in case someone misunderstands the situation, and ruins it. Eventually we finish the combat, with only our party and the mother left (Brutal, I know), despite this the mother is completely fine.
After a family reunion our party realises something, these goblins are ambushers, and likely have a base of operations where they store their goods, and are party, being greedy, asks the goblin to get us there. This gets through (Despite none of us speaking goblin), but the goblin isn't very intelligent, and can't remember exactly where it is, and points in two separate directions, and we split the party. One party (Which I'm in), gets to the base, which is a cave. With a successful investigation check, I loot the place finding 2 silver and a book, clearly they weren't successful before we came. The book was a journal, written in goblin. Eventually our party joins back up and someone (A wizard I believe), decides to try and crack the code, by this I mean they spend money to get someone to decipher it for us. We finally find out the backstory of how the mother was split from their child (I can't remember so don't ask), and the session ends, The end, or is it?
Afterwards one of our players got curious and googled stuff about the goblin language, and found out that, goblin script is dwarvish, which multiple of our PCs knew. The wizard was very salty afterwards.
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat." -Sun Tzu
I am a pretty new DM but this is my favorite story. One of my players kept trying to seduce random female NPCs and so finally i sent an old lady to torment him for a bit of the campain i gave a shreeking raspy voice that had the party covering there ears. :)
This story was in 3.5 Forgotten Realms which we played 15 years ago with my high school friends. I played a Barbarian and we also had a Dwarf Rogue and an Elf Ranger in our team. The Elf was hated by the dices so he was constantly hit unconscious in encounters. One time we tried to infiltrate a secret assassin society why they had a feast in their lair. The Rogue's plan was to sneak up behind their masked leader whose makeshift throne was a bit further from the tables where the henchmen eat, assassinate him, put on the mask and take over his position as the leader. The Barbarian and the Ranger waited silently outside to help if it's needed. The Rogue had great rolls, managed to sneak silently and reach the throne, where he rolled a Natural 20, basically cutting off the head of the leader (instead just sliting his throat silently), which rolled under the tables among the henchmen, who instantly tried to attack him. That's where the Barbarian and the Ranger rushed into the lair and the Ranger being quicker and rolling hideous numbers again was attacked first by the enemy and knocked onto the ground (OOG we had to keep a 15 min pause to laugh ourselves out), so my Barbarian hurled one of the tables over him using it as a shield why they defeated the society with the Rogue. Of course it made our later missions harder but nevertheless it was a funny accident.
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Player: Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2) DM: Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
My favorite experience playing D&D had to be this one adventure I ran by myself, for myself, where I was playing multiple characters. And I was using a webcomic as an adventure module. But, the characters were a bit low-level, so when they confronted the BBEG, there was only two characters left- a sorcerer and a cleric. At this point, it was kind of a lost cause-even with my homebrewed lich meant to be easier for the characters, both characters were at low health and had used a lot of spell slots. But apparently I didn't care, because I just had my two characters charge at him.
I never knew that you could shoot off so many Fireballs in a few rounds of combat.
Decades ago, played 1/2orc who went against several drow, back when characters died fairly regularly. After making 5 consecutive saves against drow sleep poison, and surviving the encounter, the DM declared, "Looks like you have an acquired immunity to drow poison." That character was also the very first one that I ever had who survived long enough to reach the mid-teens.
My favorite moment actually happened tonight at AL. We were wiped out, the Sorcerer had one spell slot left, I, the cleric who was level 1 due to my previous character dying rather horribly, had nothing but cantrips, and all of us were out of hit dice. And to make matters worse, we were facing THREE ogres. Honestly, I was ready to pack my stuff and call it a day, but the halfing warlock, that lovely, brilliant, madder than a hatter warlock turned this from a wipe to a textbook case of bullying. He slipped under the first ogre and eldritch blasted him, and he had the invocation to move the target ten feet. So he hit, sent the ogre into the air, and left him prone. We then tore into him and left him dead in one turn. We repeated with the second ogre and I finished him with a massive crit to the nuts. And the final one got the same treatment, got flipped in the air, and landed headfirst, driving himself into the ground.
Once upon a time there was a war forged bard with a rat that lived inside him. The rat revealed the main plot using tyromancy (google it). Then the DM ‘randomly’ determines that the CR 23 ancient dragon wants the bard’s OP magic scepter. Hmmm…
Campaign went on hiatus for 2 years. It was essentially dead in the water but then one of the players piped up saying they wanted to play it again, so we returned where we left off.
I play a wood elf ranger,recently reached level 2, and when playing lost mine of phandelver,well I am pretty sure it derailed(if that is the good word)to the very point of even skipping the ambush, and im the goblin lair part I decided to free the wolves and tame them,and it worked.after that we stopped the session and the campaign,I am now busy with a second attempt at the campaign,which derailed too.
As a player, the most memorable moment was when my character had a literal flaming row with my friends character - in character, of course. This was in dragonlance, my guy was a Solamnic Knight, and he was a wizard that just turned from red to black robes. This was years ago, in the 90's, so I don't remember what the fight was about, just that it was a moral issue. But anyways, having such an intense in-character exchange was great.
As a GM, I made a campaign (in Dark Heresy) that revolved around a moral grey zone (reviving a version of the Emperor, outside any purview of the Imperium) - and the hope was that the party wouldn't agree, ultimately agree on which way to go. Which they did, and fought over, so the final boss fight was half the party against the other half. My joy at this outcome was slightly marred by one player becoming angry that he was on the losing side. Sad, but propably somewhat expectable.
That may sound like terrible GM'ing - but in my defence, it was the absolute end of the campaign. And we'd played together at that point for 3 years. And they didn't have to fight. They could have just fought the clone-Emperor, or if they sided with him, the inquisitor they worked for.
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Blanket disclaimer: I only ever state opinion. But I can sound terribly dogmatic - so if you feel I'm trying to tell you what to think, I'm really not, I swear. I'm telling you what I think, that's all.
I play a wood elf ranger,recently reached level 2, and when playing lost mine of phandelver,well I am pretty sure it derailed(if that is the good word)to the very point of even skipping the ambush, and im the goblin lair part I decided to free the wolves and tame them,and it worked.after that we stopped the session and the campaign,I am now busy with a second attempt at the campaign,which derailed too.
correction,I just got a new favorite moment,I dm-ed a mini-session to introduce a player to the campaign yesterday during lunch break.the player plays a half elf paladin with 20 feet speed,a shield and lance,five javelins, a dagger,soldier background,-2 dex,15 hp max and mostly invested on strength and constitution.the other player was a tiefling rogue with many standard rogue things,and expertise on insight.the session included the two of them attacked in the forest by goblins,but this goblins played sniper and hid after each attack in cover.they literally never succeeded on perception, the paladin had -1 perception and threw a 20,but the goblins threw a 20 too and had +6 stealth,the rogue came to the idea of using insight instead of perception and killed the both of them,the paladin never scored a hit and was the only one targeted by the goblins,he was reduced to 4 hp
I play a wood elf ranger,recently reached level 2, and when playing lost mine of phandelver,well I am pretty sure it derailed(if that is the good word)to the very point of even skipping the ambush, and im the goblin lair part I decided to free the wolves and tame them,and it worked.after that we stopped the session and the campaign,I am now busy with a second attempt at the campaign,which derailed too.
correction,I just got a new favorite moment,I dm-ed a mini-session to introduce a player to the campaign yesterday during lunch break.the player plays a half elf paladin with 20 feet speed,a shield and lance,five javelins, a dagger,soldier background,-2 dex,15 hp max and mostly invested on strength and constitution.the other player was a tiefling rogue with many standard rogue things,and expertise on insight.the session included the two of them attacked in the forest by goblins,but this goblins played sniper and hid after each attack in cover.they literally never succeeded on perception, the paladin had -1 perception and threw a 20,but the goblins threw a 20 too and had +6 stealth,the rogue came to the idea of using insight instead of perception and killed the both of them,the paladin never scored a hit and was the only one targeted by the goblins,he was reduced to 4 hp
Hello from the ranger thread. Nice story. It seems you still don’t put spaces after your punctuation. Your sentences also start with uncapitalized words.
I have had one wild experience with a D&D character at one time, so why not share it to a place where most can see it? Please know that my memory of the incident is not the best, because it was a bit back & I've told this tale many times to people interested, so I could have misremembered information. With that in mind, here's the tale:
The Character: A Lv. 1 Base Human Fighter with a max of 12 HP named Orel "Ore" Marsk
The Scene: An 80 foot cliff face just next to the base of operations for any adventuring group that gathers in the region(this was in a Westmarch server FYI), the Courage Keep
The Context: I'd been playing this Fighter with the intention of retiring him once he either reached Lv. 2 or died during the mission that would get him there.
The Story: The group assembled at Courage Keep(including Orel Marsk) had been tasked with figuring out who or what was dropping rocks onto the Keep from above. Rather than try to get onto the nearby peak by going around it, we decided to climb the cliff face instead. Orel Marsk & a Dwarven Monk were the best climbers the group had, so the two climbed the cliff face together to set up the rope & pitons(With Ore spotting for the Monk). On the final set of 40 feet to climb, Orel Marsk slipped & fell close to 80 feet. We all thought Ore was dead, but I asked the DM to roll the fall damage anyway. Somehow, the total damage taken from the fall was 23, just 1 point short of instantly killing Orel Marsk. Thankfully, the rest of the team was still at the bottom and able to heal Ore back up to almost full. Ore ended up trying again and managed to make it to the top without falling again.
The Aftermath: I was wildly impressed with Orel Marsk's survival & pitched the idea that I'd keep playing the character going forward to the others at the session. The response was positive so I kept on playing with Ore. Ultimately, he made it to Lv. 5 and was on the mission that would have taken him to Lv. 6 when he got killed.
Orel "Ore" Marsk was the first character in that Westmarch server(and my first time ever to have one that managed) to reach Lv. 5. This is why I've shared the tale of this character with others before putting his biggest moment here
Once one player in my party got - I kid you not - 3 back to back 20s. The DM gave him "extreme" disadvantage on Str check to snap a guard's neck (through plate mail) and he got 20s all three rolls.
On a whim, our carriage decided to taunt another caravan we’d caught up to on the road.
”Stop! In the name of the law!” my divine sorcerer had jokingly called out…who was NOT law enforcement…their voice enhanced by Thaumaturgy.
Immediately, the caravan starts peppering our carriage with arrows; as it took off at full-gallop down the road.
Turns out, the caravan was actually occupied by smugglers with stolen goods.
Several of our party could not take the threat without retribution; so our supposed uneventful carriage ride through the backwoods became a full-on chase scene.
As we exchanged fire; one of our attacks ignited something flammable in the smuggler’s caravan…KABOOM.
A failed vehicle handling check resulted in our own carriage crashing within the wreckage…and more explosions.
Turns out, the caravan was smuggling highly-volatile magical items.
When the smoke cleared; I was hanging from a tree, one of our other party members was horribly burned…another was trapped underneath the carriage wreckage; and the final one was chasing after the spooked horses.
It was an utter sh*tshow.
It was so much FUN.
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I had a rather stupid hobbit thief. He collected colors and not treasure. A pickpocket meant he had successfully cut a piece of cloth to sew on his stack. He had a pet chicken, but he thought it was a hawk and that he could fly by holing the legs and jumping down a height. He couldn't fly of course, but he was great at falling.
I was DMing a simple little adventure: The Lost Mine of Phandelver. This was not the first adventure we had played, and we had already acquired a Wand of Pyrotechnics. The leading character, whose name was Swift, I think, is being dangled upside down by the ankle because he fell into a trap. “Help me,” he says. “Use the Wand of Pyrotechnics!”
”Okay,” says Canus, who has never used the Wand before. He shoots a stream of fire at the rope.
”Thank you!” Swift says, scrambling free. He turns around and realizes that now the tree the rope was tied to is on fire. Then the fire spreads to the next tree and the next and the next —
The other half of the group is unable to reach their companions, separated by a wall of fire. The goblins run away from the forest fire and leave the dungeon completely empty except for a couple of angry wolfs/wargs. Those two characters rescue Sildar and escape, rescue their friends, and journey on to Phandalin!
Me, the Dm: 😂 😮
It's been a while since it happened, but it's a rather funny story imo:
Our party is wandering through a forest and gets ambushed by goblins, and we all roll initiative. I'm one one of the first to move and take out one, but the next player, a dragonborn if I remember right, had a goblin mother. So they ask the DM if they can try to find out if one is their mother, however they do not know goblin, so they have to roll and end up succeeding, turns out their mother is amongst the goblins, however they have to communicate to their mother that they are their daughter (I believe). Meanwhile the rest of our party is mercilessly killing the other goblins. My character notices what's going on and prepares an action to protect the two, in case someone misunderstands the situation, and ruins it. Eventually we finish the combat, with only our party and the mother left (Brutal, I know), despite this the mother is completely fine.
After a family reunion our party realises something, these goblins are ambushers, and likely have a base of operations where they store their goods, and are party, being greedy, asks the goblin to get us there. This gets through (Despite none of us speaking goblin), but the goblin isn't very intelligent, and can't remember exactly where it is, and points in two separate directions, and we split the party. One party (Which I'm in), gets to the base, which is a cave. With a successful investigation check, I loot the place finding 2 silver and a book, clearly they weren't successful before we came. The book was a journal, written in goblin. Eventually our party joins back up and someone (A wizard I believe), decides to try and crack the code, by this I mean they spend money to get someone to decipher it for us. We finally find out the backstory of how the mother was split from their child (I can't remember so don't ask), and the session ends, The end, or is it?
Afterwards one of our players got curious and googled stuff about the goblin language, and found out that, goblin script is dwarvish, which multiple of our PCs knew. The wizard was very salty afterwards.
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“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat." -Sun Tzu
(This actually happened) My favourite storyline is when I rolled a Nat 20 in shooting Mordenkainen in the foot while he’s on Mars. (Don’t ask)
If I ever get into a pbp please make sure you add the underscore to my name when I get PMed.
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Amzar Starshade - Odyssey Of Greatness
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Dallas Hullbreaker - Legacy of Iggwilv
I am a pretty new DM but this is my favorite story. One of my players kept trying to seduce random female NPCs and so finally i sent an old lady to torment him for a bit of the campain i gave a shreeking raspy voice that had the party covering there ears. :)
This story was in 3.5 Forgotten Realms which we played 15 years ago with my high school friends. I played a Barbarian and we also had a Dwarf Rogue and an Elf Ranger in our team. The Elf was hated by the dices so he was constantly hit unconscious in encounters. One time we tried to infiltrate a secret assassin society why they had a feast in their lair. The Rogue's plan was to sneak up behind their masked leader whose makeshift throne was a bit further from the tables where the henchmen eat, assassinate him, put on the mask and take over his position as the leader. The Barbarian and the Ranger waited silently outside to help if it's needed. The Rogue had great rolls, managed to sneak silently and reach the throne, where he rolled a Natural 20, basically cutting off the head of the leader (instead just sliting his throat silently), which rolled under the tables among the henchmen, who instantly tried to attack him. That's where the Barbarian and the Ranger rushed into the lair and the Ranger being quicker and rolling hideous numbers again was attacked first by the enemy and knocked onto the ground (OOG we had to keep a 15 min pause to laugh ourselves out), so my Barbarian hurled one of the tables over him using it as a shield why they defeated the society with the Rogue. Of course it made our later missions harder but nevertheless it was a funny accident.
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
My favorite experience playing D&D had to be this one adventure I ran by myself, for myself, where I was playing multiple characters. And I was using a webcomic as an adventure module. But, the characters were a bit low-level, so when they confronted the BBEG, there was only two characters left- a sorcerer and a cleric. At this point, it was kind of a lost cause-even with my homebrewed lich meant to be easier for the characters, both characters were at low health and had used a lot of spell slots. But apparently I didn't care, because I just had my two characters charge at him.
I never knew that you could shoot off so many Fireballs in a few rounds of combat.
Decades ago, played 1/2orc who went against several drow, back when characters died fairly regularly. After making 5 consecutive saves against drow sleep poison, and surviving the encounter, the DM declared, "Looks like you have an acquired immunity to drow poison." That character was also the very first one that I ever had who survived long enough to reach the mid-teens.
My favorite moment actually happened tonight at AL. We were wiped out, the Sorcerer had one spell slot left, I, the cleric who was level 1 due to my previous character dying rather horribly, had nothing but cantrips, and all of us were out of hit dice. And to make matters worse, we were facing THREE ogres. Honestly, I was ready to pack my stuff and call it a day, but the halfing warlock, that lovely, brilliant, madder than a hatter warlock turned this from a wipe to a textbook case of bullying. He slipped under the first ogre and eldritch blasted him, and he had the invocation to move the target ten feet. So he hit, sent the ogre into the air, and left him prone. We then tore into him and left him dead in one turn. We repeated with the second ogre and I finished him with a massive crit to the nuts. And the final one got the same treatment, got flipped in the air, and landed headfirst, driving himself into the ground.
Once upon a time there was a war forged bard with a rat that lived inside him. The rat revealed the main plot using tyromancy (google it). Then the DM ‘randomly’ determines that the CR 23 ancient dragon wants the bard’s OP magic scepter. Hmmm…
Campaign went on hiatus for 2 years. It was essentially dead in the water but then one of the players piped up saying they wanted to play it again, so we returned where we left off.
I play a wood elf ranger,recently reached level 2, and when playing lost mine of phandelver,well I am pretty sure it derailed(if that is the good word)to the very point of even skipping the ambush, and im the goblin lair part I decided to free the wolves and tame them,and it worked.after that we stopped the session and the campaign,I am now busy with a second attempt at the campaign,which derailed too.
As a player, the most memorable moment was when my character had a literal flaming row with my friends character - in character, of course. This was in dragonlance, my guy was a Solamnic Knight, and he was a wizard that just turned from red to black robes. This was years ago, in the 90's, so I don't remember what the fight was about, just that it was a moral issue. But anyways, having such an intense in-character exchange was great.
As a GM, I made a campaign (in Dark Heresy) that revolved around a moral grey zone (reviving a version of the Emperor, outside any purview of the Imperium) - and the hope was that the party wouldn't agree, ultimately agree on which way to go. Which they did, and fought over, so the final boss fight was half the party against the other half. My joy at this outcome was slightly marred by one player becoming angry that he was on the losing side. Sad, but propably somewhat expectable.
That may sound like terrible GM'ing - but in my defence, it was the absolute end of the campaign. And we'd played together at that point for 3 years. And they didn't have to fight. They could have just fought the clone-Emperor, or if they sided with him, the inquisitor they worked for.
Blanket disclaimer: I only ever state opinion. But I can sound terribly dogmatic - so if you feel I'm trying to tell you what to think, I'm really not, I swear. I'm telling you what I think, that's all.
correction,I just got a new favorite moment,I dm-ed a mini-session to introduce a player to the campaign yesterday during lunch break.the player plays a half elf paladin with 20 feet speed,a shield and lance,five javelins, a dagger,soldier background,-2 dex,15 hp max and mostly invested on strength and constitution.the other player was a tiefling rogue with many standard rogue things,and expertise on insight.the session included the two of them attacked in the forest by goblins,but this goblins played sniper and hid after each attack in cover.they literally never succeeded on perception, the paladin had -1 perception and threw a 20,but the goblins threw a 20 too and had +6 stealth,the rogue came to the idea of using insight instead of perception and killed the both of them,the paladin never scored a hit and was the only one targeted by the goblins,he was reduced to 4 hp
Hello from the ranger thread. Nice story. It seems you still don’t put spaces after your punctuation. Your sentences also start with uncapitalized words.
I have had one wild experience with a D&D character at one time, so why not share it to a place where most can see it? Please know that my memory of the incident is not the best, because it was a bit back & I've told this tale many times to people interested, so I could have misremembered information. With that in mind, here's the tale:
The Character: A Lv. 1 Base Human Fighter with a max of 12 HP named Orel "Ore" Marsk
The Scene: An 80 foot cliff face just next to the base of operations for any adventuring group that gathers in the region(this was in a Westmarch server FYI), the Courage Keep
The Context: I'd been playing this Fighter with the intention of retiring him once he either reached Lv. 2 or died during the mission that would get him there.
The Story: The group assembled at Courage Keep(including Orel Marsk) had been tasked with figuring out who or what was dropping rocks onto the Keep from above. Rather than try to get onto the nearby peak by going around it, we decided to climb the cliff face instead. Orel Marsk & a Dwarven Monk were the best climbers the group had, so the two climbed the cliff face together to set up the rope & pitons(With Ore spotting for the Monk). On the final set of 40 feet to climb, Orel Marsk slipped & fell close to 80 feet. We all thought Ore was dead, but I asked the DM to roll the fall damage anyway. Somehow, the total damage taken from the fall was 23, just 1 point short of instantly killing Orel Marsk. Thankfully, the rest of the team was still at the bottom and able to heal Ore back up to almost full. Ore ended up trying again and managed to make it to the top without falling again.
The Aftermath: I was wildly impressed with Orel Marsk's survival & pitched the idea that I'd keep playing the character going forward to the others at the session. The response was positive so I kept on playing with Ore. Ultimately, he made it to Lv. 5 and was on the mission that would have taken him to Lv. 6 when he got killed.
Orel "Ore" Marsk was the first character in that Westmarch server(and my first time ever to have one that managed) to reach Lv. 5. This is why I've shared the tale of this character with others before putting his biggest moment here
Suprisingly the best moments I had involved a keg of ale. Had to carry it everywhere though.
Once one player in my party got - I kid you not - 3 back to back 20s. The DM gave him "extreme" disadvantage on Str check to snap a guard's neck (through plate mail) and he got 20s all three rolls.
On a whim, our carriage decided to taunt another caravan we’d caught up to on the road.
”Stop! In the name of the law!” my divine sorcerer had jokingly called out…who was NOT law enforcement…their voice enhanced by Thaumaturgy.
Immediately, the caravan starts peppering our carriage with arrows; as it took off at full-gallop down the road.
Turns out, the caravan was actually occupied by smugglers with stolen goods.
Several of our party could not take the threat without retribution; so our supposed uneventful carriage ride through the backwoods became a full-on chase scene.
As we exchanged fire; one of our attacks ignited something flammable in the smuggler’s caravan…KABOOM.
A failed vehicle handling check resulted in our own carriage crashing within the wreckage…and more explosions.
Turns out, the caravan was smuggling highly-volatile magical items.
When the smoke cleared; I was hanging from a tree, one of our other party members was horribly burned…another was trapped underneath the carriage wreckage; and the final one was chasing after the spooked horses.
It was an utter sh*tshow.
It was so much FUN.