About a year ago my friends and I started Waterdeep Dragon Heist. During one of our sessions we tried a particularly stealthy approach and on my (disadvantage) stealth check that could make or break the mission, I rolled a 19...followed shortly by a Nat 1. But still fun. Side note: We got out of the situation because I promptly rolled a 16 on a bow shot, followed by an Action Surge Nat 20 bow shot. #ddb-style #DDBstyle
Our DM used a two-tier critical hit/miss system. If you rolled a critical miss/hit, you roll the 20 again to see just how bad you missed/hit and he would then explain the outcome of that second roll.
In our campaign, we had a player who designed an alchemist/scientist type character, Korbal, who carried "the future of weaponry"; an arquebus. Normally, our DM wouldn't allow this type of weapon, but because of the type of character Korbal was, he allowed it; on the condition that it would take a number of rounds for the player to load it.
For weeks and weeks, we'd engage in battle and our alchemist would prep his arquebus, but by the time the arquebus was locked and loaded, the fight was finished. "Well, that's fine, it's ready to go for the next encounter!" Korbal said after the first attempt. Our DM reminded the player that Korbal was intelligent to know that carrying a loaded arquebus around was certainly not smart. So Korbal would dismantle his weapon. This happened time and time again, to the player's frustration. Our characters would rib Korbal on how ineffective his weapon was and that he was really bringing little to the fight with it. "Mark my words. When you see the power and might of this weapon you will be astounded! This, my friends, is the future of weaponry! SCIENCE!"
One one occasion, our party had to cross a cat-walk. One one side of the cat-walk was the enemy guards who fired arrows at our team. Our team would attack back from the other end of the cat-walk with ranged weapons. Korbal prepped his arquebus. The fight continued when our DM said the player, "Korbal, your arquebus is loaded. You're up." The player was possessed with madness; the time had come! "Okay! Here we go! It's finally happening! Okay, Korbal steps up [between a couple of the players], aims his arquebus at the guards and says, "SAY HELLO TO SCIENCE, BOYS!" The player rolls........ a one. "N-NOOO!"
The table erupts with whoops and laughs. As our rules dictated, the player would roll his 20 again to see just how bad this critical miss was; another ONE! HUGE WHOOPS and jeers from the table.
Our DM rolls some dice. "Okay, Korbal. When you pull the trigger, the arquebus explodes. You suffer 40 hp damage and have lost your left hand. Both characters on either side of the blast take x damage each. They need to make dexterity checks. If they fail, they'll have been blown off of the cat-walk and will take x-amount falling damage." Those players both failed and fell. One to their death.
A few sessions earlier we had raided a black dragons lair and stolen a bunch of stuff. He found us on the outskirts of a forest and ambushed us starting with the darkness spell.. Dodged his breath weapon but took a bunch of damage anyways. I hit him with an arrow of dragon slaying even though I couldn't see but that just made him mad. Next round he attacked multiple times and caught me his bite attack. My dm let me roll a save to avoid being swallowed whole. Nat 20! Alive and in his mouth grappled he regained his breath weapon and fired it at my allies, no dodge roll for me this time.
No unconscious he flew into the sky with my body in his mouth. Allies counter attacked and hit HARD but couldn't quite finish him. He flew away at full speed. Our Psion managed to teleport to me in the mouth and on his next turn teleport us out using everything he had left. #DDBStyle
We were crammed in the hallway with nothing but stone walls and a cracked wooden door standing between us and an angry mob of bandits from the Village of Hommlet. Battle exploded and the enemy cleric and archers quickly focused our fighter and he went down fast. As the party cleric I knew I had to rush in and drag him out of the midst of combat. Dragging him back out we knew we were in over our heads. We quickly turned to flee but the I was in front and rolled a critical failure on my athletics check to flee. I toppled over and the rest of my party quickly fell on top of me. Suddenly things had gone from bad to worse as the bandits rapidly made up ground. #DDBStyle
We were in a round room. Locked door. Arrow slits. Goblin archers. I drink a potion of gaseous form, fly thru an arrow slit, and into the nearest goblin's nose. Ended the potion's effects. STR save (my weakest). Nat 20. 6' Half-elf solidifies inside 4' goblin. Goblin guts everywhere. #DDBStyle
The group I am DMing for just arrived outside the gates of the city they were traveling to when Gnolls attacked. Some of them carrying a big mysterious crystal that the players previously learned to become dangerously unstable when magic was cast on it.
In the selfless attempt to stop the Gnolls from getting the crystal too close to the gates, they had killed all but one of the assailers. The last Gnoll Acolyte was readying a spell to destroy the crystal and the gates of the city with it. As a last chance I gave the closest PC a reaction to disrupt him. Sadly they rolled a Nat1.
It wasn't my roll but one of my friends who was playing with me got a nat 20 when trying to seduce the queen of darkness and ended up charming her too. They kinda became a couple for complete accident. The queen of darkness was meant to be extremely resistant to all of this, woops...
we had 2 PC campaign. We were trying to destroy a goblin town and we gave alchemist fire to my owl familiar to drop artillery from above. after the thirs alchemists fire we got discovered, got on our horses and made a run for it. the goblins started chasing us with their own horses, shooting arrows at us. my horse got hit by an arrow and tumbled so i screamed "I jump to the second horse!" my DM told me to roll athletics but i would need to roll very high. I rolled NAT 20! i jumped to the other horse but the goblins were about to catch us! so I came up with a second idea- i would feed the horse a flying potion. animal handling. NAT 20. the horse, confused, started flying in the air and so we made our escape on a build-your-own-pegasus mount.
sadly, this was the last session we ever played of that campaign but it had definitely ended with a bang.
After not playing for around 20 years I got back into D&D and was playing my first character since AD&D 2nd edition. My dwarf druid had been raised by yetis and heard a scream while we were searching for a murderer. I ran out over aggressive, as a dwarf raised by yetis could be expected to do, and got dropped on the first hit. Failed my first death save, next turn rolls around and nat 1. My first 5E character had died in his first combat. It was awesome. #DDBstyle
Died session two in Out of the Abyss. Next character was a lizardfolk. He was introduced by him eating my previous character. He kept that dominance over the party until he was eaten by centipedes and spiders. RIP Achuack. #DDBStyle
By far my luckiest nat 20 was when I rolled a natural 20 on an arcana check with my overly curious shadow sorcerer on a weird orb that she found which later on turned out to be our campaign's macguffin!! #DDBStyle
My #DDBStyle. Sherman set the "Way Back Machine" to... ages ago at Gen-Con.
We decided to try out a Monte-Hall game for a laugh. Individuals brought their crazy concoctions to play but we, (myself and my two childhood pals) had our original toons that we worked up over about four years of steady play (1st AD&D evolved into 2nd Edition D&D). We were a humble trio of 18th level to 20th level characters surrounded by a 50th level elven wizard, and a couple of 60+ level barbarians... which seems ridiculous to even type now and obviously bunk, but the DM said (well threatened really) that he would tear-up characters that died that day in symbolic gesture of morbidity. Personally, I just didn't want to die at a table of fakers rolling ridiculous amounts of attack dice that had no backstory and made their toons in their hotel rooms the night before.
We earned our characters through long nights fueled by pizza and jolt cola! We literally grew up with these characters--and so we treated it seriously.
The night slot continued with some overly harsh gauntlet of battles leading to a final climactic showdown; the DM basically wanted to kill everyone and with an overabundance of swag lining the floors of an embellished lair housing a Lich Arch-mage and his dracolich "pet", accompanied by numerous other baddies, gated demons, activated spell traps and the like; we fought. We were running low on spells and magic items (from years of play). I had healed my friend's paladin Drynn (who was also Psionic), healed myself and also healed my other friend's mage Damion a few times; he even had to heal me via a wish spell when I was at 3 hit points. Our paladin Drynn was lamenting that he couldn't use his "psychic severance" ability (from a Dragon Magazine) that allowed a chance to sever a person's mind, expunging their life's knowledge on a subject---let's say... casting spells. But it had to be a living mind and of course a lich is the farthest thing removed from life.
I gasped, and the Hail Mary was thrown out: "Do you allow divine intervention?"
The DM laughed at me and said "sure, you have a 1% chance." I argued that maybe I could use it in conjunction with a wish spell to boost the effectiveness? He "graciously" responded: "hehe, okay 2%"
I delayed my action to work in conjunction with our mage Damion's turn. He thought I was an idiot, but we were all about out of spells (he was saving that wish to get us out of there-- just us three, we'd leave the barbarians to be dracolich chew-toys). I got nervous to roll the percentage dice and asked if my mage friend could roll for me, since he was casting the wish. The DM kept cackling, knowing he was going to TPK everyone and fulfill some fantasy of wiping out cherished characters. My pal "John" was a cocky kind of guy and he loved this kind of gamble, he grabbed his "lucky" percentiles from his original basic set (those opaque plastic ones that needed a crayon to tint the numbers) and Rolled... his eyes never left the DM's gaze, he never once looked down at his roll; he just dropped the bones and said: "There ya go."
01%
He leaned back, hamming it up--since the table erupted in screams (he could tell he made it), and the DM was stunned: "How'd he do that? Seriously, what the hell?" In all my nervousness and the DM's overconfidence, he had forgotten to ask me what I was asking my God for, and now he was on me: "No Death! You can't ask your god to kill him, that's not doable. So what's it going to be? You want to flee or something, plane shift away?"
I looked at my friendly psionic paladin and quietly asked for the Lich's humanity- his life to be returned to him. My inner actor sparked up: "Perhaps my dear ancient wizard, your bitterness and rage comes from having been so long removed from life and the hearts and dreams of man... I pray you understand fully what it was like to be living once more." (so selfless of me). The DM thought it was a weird request; giving a Lich a reincarnation of sorts. He agreed and that's when Drynn psychically severed his ability to cast spells (an arch-mage paperweight). We argued that the former lich could no longer control the Dracolich considering his loss of ability and that the Dracolich might lash out at anyone, but the DM wanted his blood and in the end we managed to finish off the room only losing one 63rd level Barbarian (...cry me a river). We asked for a complete list of the items that were there since he had lined the floors with loot to shine-the-players-on ("oh you were soOoo close, you would have gotten all this... and that." well we did get this... and that.)
My friend "John" over the years kept trying to recreate the moment by dropping percentage dice. He asked for ridiculous boons from ambivalent gods, but it never worked. It truly was a shining moment of Divine Intervention.
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-Nate the Knife
"You are neither beer nor gems." -dismissive Dwarven saying.
#DDBStyle 5th level wizard was trapped underwater by a sea hag and her merrow followers. Two friends came and just barely rescued him in time. They were just able to beat back the merrow as they escaped, and as they exited, saw what was maybe an aboleth deep below them.
We were trying to carry a captive across a rickety bridge and our fighter who was carrying him got a nat 1 on their athletics check. She started to drop him over the side and the rest of us tried to catch him. We all failed our strength checks and he fell 100 ft into a ravine. #DDBStyle
A year after the events of Phandalin, I became quite of a renowned bard across the Sword Coast. My first big concert since the tutorial campaign, I was nervous as ever to roll performance: 33. I rolled a nat 20, +5 charisma, +4 proficiency, +4 expertise. With my glorious 33 performance, the DM let me roll a d100 to determine what kind of tips I could expect.
AND I ROLLED A NAT 100. I got 2 magic items and became a legend known among all musicians!
It was one of my first moments playing RPG, me and my friend (necromancer and Fighter) managed to get into the castle of the sick king with difficulty, our objective was just to kill him, but the guards already knew that there were spies infiltrated, we even got to the king's room we killed the prince and the king and when the guards arrived my friend (fighter) stuck the prince's sword in the king's chest and i rolled nat 20 lying about being the king's special guards and trying to protect him.
They believed, we laughed a lot, we became heroes of the city and the DM got desperate hahahahaha
Sorry for the mistakes, my english is not so good
It was just like every other night that came before it. The party set up a rotation of people to take watch, even though the road was well-traveled. Everything was going according to plan until the fighter's shift came up around 2 in the morning. The first perception roll, Nat 1. He fell asleep. He awoke to bandits trying to force manacles onto his wrist and gag his mouth. Contested strength check...Nat 2. Manacles and gag are put in place. He attempts to wrench away from his captors and wake up his party...Nat 1. He runs into a tree and knocks himself out.
And that's how a quick bandit scenario from a randomly rolled table became the focus of the next 3 sessions. This unintended event eventually uncovered a human trafficking ring, 4 shady criminal organizations, and exposed a main arc to the story. None of that would have happened had it not been for 3 crucial terrible rows in a row.
I’m a new player and partial way through my first campaign, and my heart racing moment would have to be during my first big fight with a Minotaur. It caught most of us by surprise but after being sceptical about playing dnd at all I got really into it and had an amazing time with my friends (dnd night is now a weekly occurrence for us) I am currently a Bugbear arcane trickster rogue and manage to strike the killing blow while the party was very close to failure and I felt like a hero I’m not going to lie I got high fives all around the table. #DDBStyle
Our group is playing through Dungeon of the Mad Mage and got in over our heads after stumbling into the throne room of T'rissa Auvryndar on level 3. Things were looking dire as the party was dealing with drow poison and low HP, and a wave of reinforcements flooded into the throne room. But then the bard polymorphed the low-HP barbarian into a giant ape, and then the ape/barbarian critted T'rissa, knocking her out from almost-full-HP, turning the tide of the battle! The DM later told us she was next in the initiative order and was about to use mass cure wounds to heal all the drow we had managed to knock out by that point... #DDBStyle
I had a new group of players all together gearing up for a campaign that would take us years to finish.
Their first adventure was to rescue archeologists kidnapped by basilisk-worshiping cultists. Instead of curing the archeologist, they dragged his petrified body through the jungle, across the bottom of a crocodile-infested river, and back to a small village. Given a second opportunity to un-petrify the poor archeologist, they instead propped him up on a stage and decided to have an impromptu theatrical performance proclaiming how the archeologist was actually a great mage brought forward in time to save the world from its end. The bard provided music and narration, the spellcasters adding visual pizzazz, the rogue reluctantly enacting the narration.
At the climax of their improvised fable, the wizard rolled a natural 1 on Mage Hand to shake the petrified body dramatically and instead tipped it over, shattering it into pieces. After gluing him back together, they restored him but he continues to have back problems to this day... and is also haunted by the religion that sprung up around him from his petrified performance.
About a year ago my friends and I started Waterdeep Dragon Heist. During one of our sessions we tried a particularly stealthy approach and on my (disadvantage) stealth check that could make or break the mission, I rolled a 19...followed shortly by a Nat 1. But still fun. Side note: We got out of the situation because I promptly rolled a 16 on a bow shot, followed by an Action Surge Nat 20 bow shot. #ddb-style #DDBstyle
Our DM used a two-tier critical hit/miss system. If you rolled a critical miss/hit, you roll the 20 again to see just how bad you missed/hit and he would then explain the outcome of that second roll.
In our campaign, we had a player who designed an alchemist/scientist type character, Korbal, who carried "the future of weaponry"; an arquebus. Normally, our DM wouldn't allow this type of weapon, but because of the type of character Korbal was, he allowed it; on the condition that it would take a number of rounds for the player to load it.
For weeks and weeks, we'd engage in battle and our alchemist would prep his arquebus, but by the time the arquebus was locked and loaded, the fight was finished. "Well, that's fine, it's ready to go for the next encounter!" Korbal said after the first attempt. Our DM reminded the player that Korbal was intelligent to know that carrying a loaded arquebus around was certainly not smart. So Korbal would dismantle his weapon. This happened time and time again, to the player's frustration. Our characters would rib Korbal on how ineffective his weapon was and that he was really bringing little to the fight with it. "Mark my words. When you see the power and might of this weapon you will be astounded! This, my friends, is the future of weaponry! SCIENCE!"
One one occasion, our party had to cross a cat-walk. One one side of the cat-walk was the enemy guards who fired arrows at our team. Our team would attack back from the other end of the cat-walk with ranged weapons. Korbal prepped his arquebus. The fight continued when our DM said the player, "Korbal, your arquebus is loaded. You're up." The player was possessed with madness; the time had come! "Okay! Here we go! It's finally happening! Okay, Korbal steps up [between a couple of the players], aims his arquebus at the guards and says, "SAY HELLO TO SCIENCE, BOYS!" The player rolls........ a one. "N-NOOO!"
The table erupts with whoops and laughs. As our rules dictated, the player would roll his 20 again to see just how bad this critical miss was; another ONE! HUGE WHOOPS and jeers from the table.
Our DM rolls some dice. "Okay, Korbal. When you pull the trigger, the arquebus explodes. You suffer 40 hp damage and have lost your left hand. Both characters on either side of the blast take x damage each. They need to make dexterity checks. If they fail, they'll have been blown off of the cat-walk and will take x-amount falling damage." Those players both failed and fell. One to their death.
Say hello to science, indeed.
#DDBStyle
A few sessions earlier we had raided a black dragons lair and stolen a bunch of stuff. He found us on the outskirts of a forest and ambushed us starting with the darkness spell.. Dodged his breath weapon but took a bunch of damage anyways. I hit him with an arrow of dragon slaying even though I couldn't see but that just made him mad. Next round he attacked multiple times and caught me his bite attack. My dm let me roll a save to avoid being swallowed whole. Nat 20! Alive and in his mouth grappled he regained his breath weapon and fired it at my allies, no dodge roll for me this time.
No unconscious he flew into the sky with my body in his mouth. Allies counter attacked and hit HARD but couldn't quite finish him. He flew away at full speed. Our Psion managed to teleport to me in the mouth and on his next turn teleport us out using everything he had left. #DDBStyle
We were crammed in the hallway with nothing but stone walls and a cracked wooden door standing between us and an angry mob of bandits from the Village of Hommlet. Battle exploded and the enemy cleric and archers quickly focused our fighter and he went down fast. As the party cleric I knew I had to rush in and drag him out of the midst of combat. Dragging him back out we knew we were in over our heads. We quickly turned to flee but the I was in front and rolled a critical failure on my athletics check to flee. I toppled over and the rest of my party quickly fell on top of me. Suddenly things had gone from bad to worse as the bandits rapidly made up ground. #DDBStyle
The group I am DMing for just arrived outside the gates of the city they were traveling to when Gnolls attacked. Some of them carrying a big mysterious crystal that the players previously learned to become dangerously unstable when magic was cast on it.
In the selfless attempt to stop the Gnolls from getting the crystal too close to the gates, they had killed all but one of the assailers. The last Gnoll Acolyte was readying a spell to destroy the crystal and the gates of the city with it. As a last chance I gave the closest PC a reaction to disrupt him. Sadly they rolled a Nat1.
#DDBStyle
It wasn't my roll but one of my friends who was playing with me got a nat 20 when trying to seduce the queen of darkness and ended up charming her too. They kinda became a couple for complete accident. The queen of darkness was meant to be extremely resistant to all of this, woops...
#DDBStyle
we had 2 PC campaign. We were trying to destroy a goblin town and we gave alchemist fire to my owl familiar to drop artillery from above. after the thirs alchemists fire we got discovered, got on our horses and made a run for it. the goblins started chasing us with their own horses, shooting arrows at us. my horse got hit by an arrow and tumbled so i screamed "I jump to the second horse!" my DM told me to roll athletics but i would need to roll very high. I rolled NAT 20! i jumped to the other horse but the goblins were about to catch us!
so I came up with a second idea- i would feed the horse a flying potion.
animal handling. NAT 20. the horse, confused, started flying in the air and so we made our escape on a build-your-own-pegasus mount.
sadly, this was the last session we ever played of that campaign but it had definitely ended with a bang.
#DDBStyle
After not playing for around 20 years I got back into D&D and was playing my first character since AD&D 2nd edition. My dwarf druid had been raised by yetis and heard a scream while we were searching for a murderer. I ran out over aggressive, as a dwarf raised by yetis could be expected to do, and got dropped on the first hit. Failed my first death save, next turn rolls around and nat 1. My first 5E character had died in his first combat. It was awesome. #DDBstyle
Died session two in Out of the Abyss. Next character was a lizardfolk. He was introduced by him eating my previous character. He kept that dominance over the party until he was eaten by centipedes and spiders. RIP Achuack. #DDBStyle
By far my luckiest nat 20 was when I rolled a natural 20 on an arcana check with my overly curious shadow sorcerer on a weird orb that she found which later on turned out to be our campaign's macguffin!! #DDBStyle
My #DDBStyle. Sherman set the "Way Back Machine" to... ages ago at Gen-Con.
We decided to try out a Monte-Hall game for a laugh. Individuals brought their crazy concoctions to play but we, (myself and my two childhood pals) had our original toons that we worked up over about four years of steady play (1st AD&D evolved into 2nd Edition D&D). We were a humble trio of 18th level to 20th level characters surrounded by a 50th level elven wizard, and a couple of 60+ level barbarians... which seems ridiculous to even type now and obviously bunk, but the DM said (well threatened really) that he would tear-up characters that died that day in symbolic gesture of morbidity. Personally, I just didn't want to die at a table of fakers rolling ridiculous amounts of attack dice that had no backstory and made their toons in their hotel rooms the night before.
We earned our characters through long nights fueled by pizza and jolt cola! We literally grew up with these characters--and so we treated it seriously.
The night slot continued with some overly harsh gauntlet of battles leading to a final climactic showdown; the DM basically wanted to kill everyone and with an overabundance of swag lining the floors of an embellished lair housing a Lich Arch-mage and his dracolich "pet", accompanied by numerous other baddies, gated demons, activated spell traps and the like; we fought. We were running low on spells and magic items (from years of play). I had healed my friend's paladin Drynn (who was also Psionic), healed myself and also healed my other friend's mage Damion a few times; he even had to heal me via a wish spell when I was at 3 hit points. Our paladin Drynn was lamenting that he couldn't use his "psychic severance" ability (from a Dragon Magazine) that allowed a chance to sever a person's mind, expunging their life's knowledge on a subject---let's say... casting spells. But it had to be a living mind and of course a lich is the farthest thing removed from life.
I gasped, and the Hail Mary was thrown out: "Do you allow divine intervention?"
The DM laughed at me and said "sure, you have a 1% chance." I argued that maybe I could use it in conjunction with a wish spell to boost the effectiveness? He "graciously" responded: "hehe, okay 2%"
I delayed my action to work in conjunction with our mage Damion's turn. He thought I was an idiot, but we were all about out of spells (he was saving that wish to get us out of there-- just us three, we'd leave the barbarians to be dracolich chew-toys). I got nervous to roll the percentage dice and asked if my mage friend could roll for me, since he was casting the wish. The DM kept cackling, knowing he was going to TPK everyone and fulfill some fantasy of wiping out cherished characters. My pal "John" was a cocky kind of guy and he loved this kind of gamble, he grabbed his "lucky" percentiles from his original basic set (those opaque plastic ones that needed a crayon to tint the numbers) and Rolled... his eyes never left the DM's gaze, he never once looked down at his roll; he just dropped the bones and said: "There ya go."
01%
He leaned back, hamming it up--since the table erupted in screams (he could tell he made it), and the DM was stunned: "How'd he do that? Seriously, what the hell?" In all my nervousness and the DM's overconfidence, he had forgotten to ask me what I was asking my God for, and now he was on me: "No Death! You can't ask your god to kill him, that's not doable. So what's it going to be? You want to flee or something, plane shift away?"
I looked at my friendly psionic paladin and quietly asked for the Lich's humanity- his life to be returned to him. My inner actor sparked up: "Perhaps my dear ancient wizard, your bitterness and rage comes from having been so long removed from life and the hearts and dreams of man... I pray you understand fully what it was like to be living once more." (so selfless of me). The DM thought it was a weird request; giving a Lich a reincarnation of sorts. He agreed and that's when Drynn psychically severed his ability to cast spells (an arch-mage paperweight). We argued that the former lich could no longer control the Dracolich considering his loss of ability and that the Dracolich might lash out at anyone, but the DM wanted his blood and in the end we managed to finish off the room only losing one 63rd level Barbarian (...cry me a river). We asked for a complete list of the items that were there since he had lined the floors with loot to shine-the-players-on ("oh you were soOoo close, you would have gotten all this... and that." well we did get this... and that.)
My friend "John" over the years kept trying to recreate the moment by dropping percentage dice. He asked for ridiculous boons from ambivalent gods, but it never worked. It truly was a shining moment of Divine Intervention.
-Nate the Knife
"You are neither beer nor gems." -dismissive Dwarven saying.
#DDBStyle 5th level wizard was trapped underwater by a sea hag and her merrow followers. Two friends came and just barely rescued him in time. They were just able to beat back the merrow as they escaped, and as they exited, saw what was maybe an aboleth deep below them.
We were trying to carry a captive across a rickety bridge and our fighter who was carrying him got a nat 1 on their athletics check. She started to drop him over the side and the rest of us tried to catch him. We all failed our strength checks and he fell 100 ft into a ravine. #DDBStyle
A year after the events of Phandalin, I became quite of a renowned bard across the Sword Coast.
My first big concert since the tutorial campaign, I was nervous as ever to roll performance:
33. I rolled a nat 20, +5 charisma, +4 proficiency, +4 expertise.
With my glorious 33 performance, the DM let me roll a d100 to determine what kind of tips I could expect.
AND I ROLLED A NAT 100.
I got 2 magic items and became a legend known among all musicians!
#DDBStyle
It was one of my first moments playing RPG, me and my friend (necromancer and Fighter) managed to get into the castle of the sick king with difficulty, our objective was just to kill him, but the guards already knew that there were spies infiltrated, we even got to the king's room we killed the prince and the king and when the guards arrived my friend (fighter) stuck the prince's sword in the king's chest and i rolled nat 20 lying about being the king's special guards and trying to protect him. They believed, we laughed a lot, we became heroes of the city and the DM got desperate hahahahaha Sorry for the mistakes, my english is not so good
#DDBStyle
#HDYWTDT
It was just like every other night that came before it. The party set up a rotation of people to take watch, even though the road was well-traveled. Everything was going according to plan until the fighter's shift came up around 2 in the morning. The first perception roll, Nat 1. He fell asleep. He awoke to bandits trying to force manacles onto his wrist and gag his mouth. Contested strength check...Nat 2. Manacles and gag are put in place. He attempts to wrench away from his captors and wake up his party...Nat 1. He runs into a tree and knocks himself out.
And that's how a quick bandit scenario from a randomly rolled table became the focus of the next 3 sessions. This unintended event eventually uncovered a human trafficking ring, 4 shady criminal organizations, and exposed a main arc to the story. None of that would have happened had it not been for 3 crucial terrible rows in a row.
#DDBStyle
I’m a new player and partial way through my first campaign, and my heart racing moment would have to be during my first big fight with a Minotaur. It caught most of us by surprise but after being sceptical about playing dnd at all I got really into it and had an amazing time with my friends (dnd night is now a weekly occurrence for us) I am currently a Bugbear arcane trickster rogue and manage to strike the killing blow while the party was very close to failure and I felt like a hero I’m not going to lie I got high fives all around the table. #DDBStyle
Our group is playing through Dungeon of the Mad Mage and got in over our heads after stumbling into the throne room of T'rissa Auvryndar on level 3. Things were looking dire as the party was dealing with drow poison and low HP, and a wave of reinforcements flooded into the throne room. But then the bard polymorphed the low-HP barbarian into a giant ape, and then the ape/barbarian critted T'rissa, knocking her out from almost-full-HP, turning the tide of the battle! The DM later told us she was next in the initiative order and was about to use mass cure wounds to heal all the drow we had managed to knock out by that point... #DDBStyle
I had a new group of players all together gearing up for a campaign that would take us years to finish.
Their first adventure was to rescue archeologists kidnapped by basilisk-worshiping cultists. Instead of curing the archeologist, they dragged his petrified body through the jungle, across the bottom of a crocodile-infested river, and back to a small village. Given a second opportunity to un-petrify the poor archeologist, they instead propped him up on a stage and decided to have an impromptu theatrical performance proclaiming how the archeologist was actually a great mage brought forward in time to save the world from its end. The bard provided music and narration, the spellcasters adding visual pizzazz, the rogue reluctantly enacting the narration.
At the climax of their improvised fable, the wizard rolled a natural 1 on Mage Hand to shake the petrified body dramatically and instead tipped it over, shattering it into pieces. After gluing him back together, they restored him but he continues to have back problems to this day... and is also haunted by the religion that sprung up around him from his petrified performance.
#DDBStyle