This one takes a while to explain. My older sister runs a campaign where we can essentially use any homebrew race we want, which leads to a lot of shenanigans. One of our friends (let's call her K) plays an alicorn made of light who can shapeshift (long story). We were in the middle of a quest to find some kenku kid's "shinies" which were stolen by some bullies. We entered the sewers where one of the bullies was located. As we approached we heard... ducks. We all rolled stealth so we didn't get spotted, and K's roll barely failed. She asked the DM if she could use an alternative method of hiding: Turn into a duck and blend in. She got to roll Stealth again and succeeded. Eventually we entered combat which led to this hilarious DM-player interaction:
So, I now find myself in a 5th edition campaign where money is no longer a problem. As kind of joke my monk began selling Ale imbued with fairy dust and tiefling blood that has the blessing of a goddess. I'm essentially earning 4 or 5 gold everytime a shot of the stuff is sold. It is being sold in seven bars(for now). This also counts as converting people to follow the goddess. I own 45% of the stock, the Necromancer owns 40%, and the Rogue owns 15%. We are also funding two Orphanages(thieves guilds), and an Embassy for the town of Gnil Feit. Which I created on accident while speaking with cloud giants. We are also likely to take ownership of another enterprise, including gambling and what not. We will see. I'm a Monk. I'm not supposed to have money. In one session I spent over 40,000 gold pieces and am left with just over 10,000 gold pieces... I'm playing D&D Civ 5.
Once, i was playing 5e and there was another character in the party that my guy disliked, so we were fighting rabid dogs and i attached a bear trap to a chain and hit a dog in the face with it, then swung that dog into another dog and another dog, and finally swung all 3 dogs into the other party member. Then i died because nobody healed me...
The only campaign I remember playing from about 20 years ago also ended in one of the most hilarious ways (for me), while pissing off a fellow PC:
My friend (LG Paladin) was on a quest to retrieve the Hand of Vecna for safe-keeping at his order's temple. In order to do so, he needed the assistance of a local rogue (Me: CG Thief). We went through a typical lair, me scouting ahead for traps and him tanking damage when fighting had to occur. Eventually, we got the Hand, only to have an adult Black Dragon emerge after I had picked up the Hand. My friend quickly thought to have me cut off my own hand to replace with the Hand of Vecna to use its powers to defeat the Dragon. I passed all the saving throws to not go into shock after cutting off my own hand as well as to have the Hand fuse successfully. I used the Death Ray power to kill the dragon and it failed his own save, killing it instantly. After the heat of battle died down, the DM asked me to make another WIS saving throw, but when I failed that, I was informed (secretly) that my alignment had now shifted to Chaotic Evil, as the Hand was slowly starting to take control. Realizing that my Lawful Good friend would not abide my new alignment and that he had planned to cut off the Hand again as his only means of retrieval, I pre-emptively used my newfound telekinesis powers to launch him as high as I could. Turns out as high as I could throw him was 250 feet straight up (great rolls on that one). He did not survive the damage rolls from falling. Afterwards, it was decided that the campaign was over, as my Rogue would slowly lose his mind to the power of the Hand and my friend wanted to throttle me for unaliving one of his favorite characters.
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This one takes a while to explain. My older sister runs a campaign where we can essentially use any homebrew race we want, which leads to a lot of shenanigans. One of our friends (let's call her K) plays an alicorn made of light who can shapeshift (long story). We were in the middle of a quest to find some kenku kid's "shinies" which were stolen by some bullies. We entered the sewers where one of the bullies was located. As we approached we heard... ducks. We all rolled stealth so we didn't get spotted, and K's roll barely failed. She asked the DM if she could use an alternative method of hiding: Turn into a duck and blend in. She got to roll Stealth again and succeeded. Eventually we entered combat which led to this hilarious DM-player interaction:
"Roll for initiative."
"I'M A DUCK!!! What's my initiative???"
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Love the Civ reference!
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Once, i was playing 5e and there was another character in the party that my guy disliked, so we were fighting rabid dogs and i attached a bear trap to a chain and hit a dog in the face with it, then swung that dog into another dog and another dog, and finally swung all 3 dogs into the other party member. Then i died because nobody healed me...
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The only campaign I remember playing from about 20 years ago also ended in one of the most hilarious ways (for me), while pissing off a fellow PC:
My friend (LG Paladin) was on a quest to retrieve the Hand of Vecna for safe-keeping at his order's temple. In order to do so, he needed the assistance of a local rogue (Me: CG Thief). We went through a typical lair, me scouting ahead for traps and him tanking damage when fighting had to occur. Eventually, we got the Hand, only to have an adult Black Dragon emerge after I had picked up the Hand. My friend quickly thought to have me cut off my own hand to replace with the Hand of Vecna to use its powers to defeat the Dragon. I passed all the saving throws to not go into shock after cutting off my own hand as well as to have the Hand fuse successfully. I used the Death Ray power to kill the dragon and it failed his own save, killing it instantly. After the heat of battle died down, the DM asked me to make another WIS saving throw, but when I failed that, I was informed (secretly) that my alignment had now shifted to Chaotic Evil, as the Hand was slowly starting to take control. Realizing that my Lawful Good friend would not abide my new alignment and that he had planned to cut off the Hand again as his only means of retrieval, I pre-emptively used my newfound telekinesis powers to launch him as high as I could. Turns out as high as I could throw him was 250 feet straight up (great rolls on that one). He did not survive the damage rolls from falling. Afterwards, it was decided that the campaign was over, as my Rogue would slowly lose his mind to the power of the Hand and my friend wanted to throttle me for unaliving one of his favorite characters.