I always get a kick out of one of my first campaign's in Tomb of Annihilation on Chult. I was excited for my minotaur barbarian and wanted to pull something epic off at least once in the entire campaign. Our first encounter at level 1 always stuck out to me because the first attack of the entire campaign was by the Goring Rush of a Raging Minotaur. I rolled a satisfying Nat 20 to start it off and instantly gored one of the guards with my minotaur. The description from my DM left me with all of the excitement and is why I still enjoy DND. #DDBStyle
LMoP: A water genasi bard running up the tower in Thundertree in pursuit of a young green dragon as it flies away from scorching rays and darts. He extends a hand, emanating elven runes of slumber, and we roll 5d8. 5...9...17...22...28. "Does 28 do it?" I ask. My best friend, our DM, pauses. ... "The dragon flaps his wings once, twice, three...
...and falls."
A knee-jerk reaction of pure adrenaline shoots into the legs of five fifteen year olds as we jump up in indistinguishable celebration. The dragon falls to his death and we harvest the scales. Best and only dragon kill of my life. #DDBStyle
While traveling through a frozen passage under a mountain, the party met and fought a large ice worm creature. During the battle, my Monk was hit multiple times with natural 20s and I was running on fairly low health. After some heals from the party, I pushed back in to attack again and I rolled a natural 1 attack and lost a magical weapon into a bottomless cavern and had to finish the fight with my fists. #DDBStyle
I’m have Been fallowing D&D for a few Years now but within the 2 years of actually playing I’ve played mini campaigns, One shot and full blown campaigns I recently got to my highest level yet in a friends campaign that’s been going on for about a year this game is genuinely amazing I love D&D so much and it has Such a loving community so I just wanted to thank you all #DDBStyle
For a long time now, the DM who has run our campaigns had always celebrated natural 1's just as much as natural 20's. Always embellishing the outcome, making the game more exciting and entertaining.
Well, when a campaign has run for close to 3 years you no doubt become attached to your character and party. When a party member comes close to death everyone feels that nail biting tension. When the whole party comes close to wiping, it turns into arm chair gripping anxiety.
As our party was recovering from an exhaustive fight in a forest, having hidden ourselves with leaves as best we could and in a depression on the forest floor. We had used all our spell slots/abilities used and most party members were on minimal hit points.
The DM rolled a natural 20, indicating that our party was spotted by a group of highwaymen who were passing through the forest en route to their campsite.
Our DM made our sentry roll for perception, natural 1, "due to your exhaustive state following the previous battle, you soon fall fast asleep on your post shortly after everyone else fell assleep..." *heart begins to pump*
The highwaymen surround our sleeping party and wake us up with weapons raised. The party awoke suddenly and knowing we could not do battle as we do not sleep with armour on, not having any ability or spells, being on so few hitpoints, we attempted to negotiate our way through.
First player persuasion role, natural 1. FAIL!
DM begins to think to himself
Second player rolls dice, deception, natural 1! FAIL
DM doesn't want the party to wipe so gives us one more chance.
A little to-and-fro continues before our mighty barbarian attempts an intimidation check.... Natural 1.
Well... this amazing sequence of events led to our total party wipe. To this day none of us have forgotten the night we tried so hard to get out of a sticky situation and as much time as we had spent as those characters, we wouldn't have changed a thing in regards to the outcome. Those 3 consecutive natural 1's and the DM's nat 20 could never have been replicated and as much tension as was in the air during those moments culminated and a wonderful experience that we still laugh about to this day. #DDBStyle
Back in 4e my party was trying to escape from a giant sand worm that was collapsing the desert city we were in. The whole city was collapsing underground and my character got split off from the party, being the last still stuck inside the city. I got to the edge of the city to find the sandworm creating a massive gorge around the outskirts of the city. My artificer quickly summoned a bridge(one of his daily powers) and made a leap of faith acrobatics roll... with a natural 20! I JUST made it to the other side of the gorge to escape alive. #DDBstyle
#DDBStyle Triple sevens are meant to be lucky. Not when they end up being your death saves. A fight with an aboleth and a cult of gnomes quickly evolved into a fight with a dragolich when my possessed dragonborn cleric bit the dust. My DM made it awesome! :D
By Nerull’s rusty scythe! I was but a young man diving into his first adventure. My name was Krongol and I was a Barbarian. I had sat down at a table to learn about this “adventuring party”, because I had never been on any excursion before, in my entire life. At the mere age of 15, I marvelled at the shop keeper of this “hobby store”, grizzled and stained, with the lingering stench of pipe tobacco.
Sir Chris was his name, and he said to me this: “You should join us tonight, we’re looking for a 5th adventurer to join us on our final quest. Here’s what you need to know, and take this magical “players tome of power and knowledge handbook” with you.
I left the den of hobbies, and reviewed this tome before returning that evening with a friend. The adventure began and to my astonishment, this was a ghastly sort. A Minotaur, with a great axe, telling me he will teach me the ways of the warriors. A Half-fiend Orc, he claimed he would never submit to fire. A gnome monk who called himself Sniflhbum, or perhaps that was the type of gnome he was? I didn’t pay attention. A radiant Samurai who was also a Paladin of celestial descent, he spoke in the old ways and had lost me at “thy name is…”. There was a ranger, who had a love of badgers, and two clubs. And finally, the shop keeper, more twisted and pale than usual. He claimed to be a necromancer and constantly reminded me to avoid Gorgons for some reason.
Most of the adventure was rather mundane. We came upon a wall of pure astral void, infinitely deep and dark. The Minotaur put his hand in, only to pull it out hairless and say “it did not kill me” before stepping in and never being seen again. It had killed him, in case you did not catch that. Next, the ranger chased his badger into a room, only to fall unconscious and unceremoniously be crushed by the ceiling falling on him. I thought to myself, good thing I did not have a stupid pet with a will of it’s own.
Next, I was held back from charging into a room, as there was an altar with some cruel evil for evil sake person about to sacrifice a lovely young lady. The remaining party charged in, they battled violently, hurtling spells and freezing time, destroying part of the stairwell the floated above a great magma pool. And slowly they fell one by one. The necromancer was hit by a beam of black crackling energy, and withered away into a hollowed out husk. Then celestial had their wings torn off before being kicked into the magma. The poor gnome, I dare not speak of his fate. Then the party looked to me, standing alone, with nothing but a rusty axe and 8 gold to my name. I decided to live up to the path I’ve chosen, so I ran out screaming, leapt through the air and brought my axe down on the foe.
I did not know what a natural 20 was, let alone what it meant, but I was told to confirm my luck, and landed another 20. The dead people around me had held their breath in shock, as I was asked to confirm one more time… so I rolled again. I had landed a 3rd 20. There was disbelief.
I was told that this was the most lethal attack, seen only once every 1000 years.
I had slain the evil killer, saved the lovely lady and was rewarded with more gold than I could ever hope for. This is how Krongol became a legend and a king in one night.
not bad for a level 1 barbarian with no right being in that campaign.
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Don't limit yourself to one experience, travel the breadth of experiences and explore, because that action will increase your capacity and capability.
Or, in lamens terms, GM multiple tabletop formats and games to learn and diversify your understanding of mechanics, experiences, and wicked tools to make your games better.
I prefer the fancier way because then you can apply it to your life, and nod to some wisdom!
As a DM there's nothing better than having your player roll a nat 20 persuasion roll, and crit failing your incite check with a nat 1 for your main villain, resulting in your Medusa turning into a queer pirate lover NPC for the remainder of the campaign. #DDBStyle#storytelling
#DDBStyle In the early days of Original D&D, a helm was a separate item for a character. A trapper or something like that, fell on my character from above and he would have been a goner, but I said, "maybe my helm has horns on it!" The DM gave me a 1 in 20 chance for that. Never so happy to roll a 1 in my entire life! The dice saved me once again.
As a DM - my party's Barbarian was the target of a Nothic's weird insight. The barbarian was trying to befriend the "big spiky puppy". The barbarian rolled a Nat 1 for a total of -1 on the roll. What does that mean!? The Nothic saw EVERYTHING in the barbarian's mind and therefore completely trusted her. A Nat 1 that turned into a total success. #DDBStyle
First campaign I ever DM’d, after some joking, one of my players wanted to roll perception to see if a Dragon was living under the town. First roll of the game. Nat 20. I throw out all of my existing plans and have 4 level 3 players infiltrate a Red Dragon’s Lair.
We were in Strahd's Tomb, half of our party was downed, including our cleric yet somehow my Druid, Condor Mooncum, had taken little to no damage. We had Strahd on the ropes, but with the party's lives on the line and our Barbarian wielding the Sun Blade in critical condition, we had to finish this quickly. Seeing Strahd in a less favorable state, my Druid made an attack. The die, in my favor, landed on a Natural 20 and without hesitation my DM asked, "How do you want to do this?. Condor Mooncum called out, "Get a taste of my Boom Boom" and with a flick of his wrist, he sent his Holy (it was blessed by a Priest) Boomerang spinning towards Strahd and bonked him hard on the back of his head. Then the Barbarian finished him or whatever with the sun blade and we won or something. #DDBStyle
#DDBStyle A group of 5 adventurers were travelling through a tunnel. We heard something off in the distance, so we attempted a group intimidation check to scare them off. 3 nat 20's, a modified 20 and a 10. the DM narrated us as an eldritch cloud of mist, moving lights and shadow and we completely skipped the encounter the DM had planned.
Our DM was nearly killed by #DDBStyle . We were about to be overrun by about 25 goblins before they made the decision to bottleneck in a doorway, making them perfect targets for my bard's signature Shatter spell, and I knocked out more than half of them at once. After we cleared out everything inside, we looted the bodies and found a bunch of random stuff, including a few squirrels in wooden cages. The DM expected us to leave them behind as junk, but I insisted on keeping them. On our way out the door, we ran into a few last goblins with wolves, and instead of killing the second one, our rogue grabbed one of the squirrels and wanted to try and tame the wolf instead. The DM told him to roll for Animal Handling, and he got a Nat 20. DM practically sunk into his chair as the rogue immediately acquired a pet wolf.
The first time I ever played. It was a Homebrew campaign, and I very unexpectedly found myself in a battle with a tough Golem. My first Nat20 gave a feeling that is hard to describe. #DDBStyle
My level 4 party interrupted a coven of hags performing a ritual using the Wreath of the Prism. My Barbarian lv 3 Muscle Wizard/Warlock lv 1 cast jump and grabbed the wreath before it could be dropped in a vat of black liquid and has proceeded to wear said item as a crown and spoil of battle. We finally leave the town we were in around level 6 now Barbarian Lv 5/warlock lv 1 and get ambushed by a group who is demanding the crown back as it belongs to grandmother yaga. This firey dark elf knight on a mount with flaming antlers finally manages to pull it off my head. I have him grappled on my turn and he then throws something on the ground and starts to fade from my grip. Now my Barbarian had gotten a Counterspell Lv 3 spell scroll from some weird Dragonborn wizard in a mountain, so I pulled it out as a reaction and threw it in his face. (My Barbarian doesn't really know how magic works). I roll the d20 it comes out a 17, the EXACT value I need to counter his 7th level plane shift. It's his last high level spell slot. He's stuck and the crown is mine crown.
TLDR, my Barbarian used a counterspell scroll to prevent an enemy from plane shifting and thereby stealing my Wreath of the Prism.
So on our team while trudging through the areas surrounding Phandalin, we had a Paladin that took a liking to throwing around large bags of ball bearings. The only issue with these was our need to clean them up every time the bag was tossed around the place, because, quite fairly, the DM chose to make the ball bearings affect us as well. We made it to the final boss, and in this small room, our Paladin decided to throw his ball bearings in the center, keeping the boss away from us, forced to act at range. We pinned the boss down and whittled away his health, but this is not the amazing thing.
This Paladin, the wall of shiny metal and bravado strode through the tiny orbs of metal, rolling a natural 20, they parted before him like the red sea, only to make another nat 20 on his attack roll, and add a level 3 divine smite to it, cleaving the bastard apart in one fell swoop. These tiny iron beads truly bent to his will after all, and his command of them will forever be in our hearts.
The most prominent in my mind is from my most recent session. Five players all level 3 decided to take on a young green dragon. . . and won! the best part of this though is how the final blow was dealt. During the battle the dragon crit on the party's "pet?" goblin Droop turning him into two smaller goblins. Thus the party's rouge seeking revenge asked if she could attack the dragon by diving into his anus and stabbing it from the inside. . . despite this being a "you can try" moment she rolled a Nat 20, completely forgetting the area around the dragon was covered in a cloud of daggers spell and simultaneously killing the dragon and dyeing in a place most people would never want to find themselves, yes, inside the dragons ars. #DDBStyle
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I always get a kick out of one of my first campaign's in Tomb of Annihilation on Chult. I was excited for my minotaur barbarian and wanted to pull something epic off at least once in the entire campaign. Our first encounter at level 1 always stuck out to me because the first attack of the entire campaign was by the Goring Rush of a Raging Minotaur. I rolled a satisfying Nat 20 to start it off and instantly gored one of the guards with my minotaur. The description from my DM left me with all of the excitement and is why I still enjoy DND. #DDBStyle
LMoP: A water genasi bard running up the tower in Thundertree in pursuit of a young green dragon as it flies away from scorching rays and darts. He extends a hand, emanating elven runes of slumber, and we roll 5d8. 5...9...17...22...28.
"Does 28 do it?" I ask. My best friend, our DM, pauses.
...
"The dragon flaps his wings once, twice, three...
...and falls."
A knee-jerk reaction of pure adrenaline shoots into the legs of five fifteen year olds as we jump up in indistinguishable celebration. The dragon falls to his death and we harvest the scales. Best and only dragon kill of my life.
#DDBStyle
While traveling through a frozen passage under a mountain, the party met and fought a large ice worm creature. During the battle, my Monk was hit multiple times with natural 20s and I was running on fairly low health. After some heals from the party, I pushed back in to attack again and I rolled a natural 1 attack and lost a magical weapon into a bottomless cavern and had to finish the fight with my fists. #DDBStyle
I’m have Been fallowing D&D for a few Years now but within the 2 years of actually playing I’ve played mini campaigns, One shot and full blown campaigns I recently got to my highest level yet in a friends campaign that’s been going on for about a year this game is genuinely amazing I love D&D so much and it has Such a loving community so I just wanted to thank you all #DDBStyle
For a long time now, the DM who has run our campaigns had always celebrated natural 1's just as much as natural 20's. Always embellishing the outcome, making the game more exciting and entertaining.
Well, when a campaign has run for close to 3 years you no doubt become attached to your character and party. When a party member comes close to death everyone feels that nail biting tension. When the whole party comes close to wiping, it turns into arm chair gripping anxiety.
As our party was recovering from an exhaustive fight in a forest, having hidden ourselves with leaves as best we could and in a depression on the forest floor. We had used all our spell slots/abilities used and most party members were on minimal hit points.
The DM rolled a natural 20, indicating that our party was spotted by a group of highwaymen who were passing through the forest en route to their campsite.
Our DM made our sentry roll for perception, natural 1, "due to your exhaustive state following the previous battle, you soon fall fast asleep on your post shortly after everyone else fell assleep..." *heart begins to pump*
The highwaymen surround our sleeping party and wake us up with weapons raised. The party awoke suddenly and knowing we could not do battle as we do not sleep with armour on, not having any ability or spells, being on so few hitpoints, we attempted to negotiate our way through.
First player persuasion role, natural 1. FAIL!
DM begins to think to himself
Second player rolls dice, deception, natural 1! FAIL
DM doesn't want the party to wipe so gives us one more chance.
A little to-and-fro continues before our mighty barbarian attempts an intimidation check.... Natural 1.
Well... this amazing sequence of events led to our total party wipe. To this day none of us have forgotten the night we tried so hard to get out of a sticky situation and as much time as we had spent as those characters, we wouldn't have changed a thing in regards to the outcome. Those 3 consecutive natural 1's and the DM's nat 20 could never have been replicated and as much tension as was in the air during those moments culminated and a wonderful experience that we still laugh about to this day. #DDBStyle
Back in 4e my party was trying to escape from a giant sand worm that was collapsing the desert city we were in. The whole city was collapsing underground and my character got split off from the party, being the last still stuck inside the city. I got to the edge of the city to find the sandworm creating a massive gorge around the outskirts of the city. My artificer quickly summoned a bridge(one of his daily powers) and made a leap of faith acrobatics roll... with a natural 20! I JUST made it to the other side of the gorge to escape alive. #DDBstyle
#DDBStyle Triple sevens are meant to be lucky. Not when they end up being your death saves. A fight with an aboleth and a cult of gnomes quickly evolved into a fight with a dragolich when my possessed dragonborn cleric bit the dust. My DM made it awesome! :D
By Nerull’s rusty scythe! I was but a young man diving into his first adventure. My name was Krongol and I was a Barbarian. I had sat down at a table to learn about this “adventuring party”, because I had never been on any excursion before, in my entire life. At the mere age of 15, I marvelled at the shop keeper of this “hobby store”, grizzled and stained, with the lingering stench of pipe tobacco.
Sir Chris was his name, and he said to me this: “You should join us tonight, we’re looking for a 5th adventurer to join us on our final quest. Here’s what you need to know, and take this magical “players tome of power and knowledge handbook” with you.
I left the den of hobbies, and reviewed this tome before returning that evening with a friend. The adventure began and to my astonishment, this was a ghastly sort. A Minotaur, with a great axe, telling me he will teach me the ways of the warriors. A Half-fiend Orc, he claimed he would never submit to fire. A gnome monk who called himself Sniflhbum, or perhaps that was the type of gnome he was? I didn’t pay attention. A radiant Samurai who was also a Paladin of celestial descent, he spoke in the old ways and had lost me at “thy name is…”. There was a ranger, who had a love of badgers, and two clubs. And finally, the shop keeper, more twisted and pale than usual. He claimed to be a necromancer and constantly reminded me to avoid Gorgons for some reason.
Most of the adventure was rather mundane. We came upon a wall of pure astral void, infinitely deep and dark. The Minotaur put his hand in, only to pull it out hairless and say “it did not kill me” before stepping in and never being seen again. It had killed him, in case you did not catch that. Next, the ranger chased his badger into a room, only to fall unconscious and unceremoniously be crushed by the ceiling falling on him. I thought to myself, good thing I did not have a stupid pet with a will of it’s own.
Next, I was held back from charging into a room, as there was an altar with some cruel evil for evil sake person about to sacrifice a lovely young lady. The remaining party charged in, they battled violently, hurtling spells and freezing time, destroying part of the stairwell the floated above a great magma pool. And slowly they fell one by one. The necromancer was hit by a beam of black crackling energy, and withered away into a hollowed out husk. Then celestial had their wings torn off before being kicked into the magma. The poor gnome, I dare not speak of his fate. Then the party looked to me, standing alone, with nothing but a rusty axe and 8 gold to my name. I decided to live up to the path I’ve chosen, so I ran out screaming, leapt through the air and brought my axe down on the foe.
I did not know what a natural 20 was, let alone what it meant, but I was told to confirm my luck, and landed another 20. The dead people around me had held their breath in shock, as I was asked to confirm one more time… so I rolled again. I had landed a 3rd 20. There was disbelief.
I was told that this was the most lethal attack, seen only once every 1000 years.
I had slain the evil killer, saved the lovely lady and was rewarded with more gold than I could ever hope for. This is how Krongol became a legend and a king in one night.
not bad for a level 1 barbarian with no right being in that campaign.
Don't limit yourself to one experience, travel the breadth of experiences and explore, because that action will increase your capacity and capability.
Or, in lamens terms, GM multiple tabletop formats and games to learn and diversify your understanding of mechanics, experiences, and wicked tools to make your games better.
I prefer the fancier way because then you can apply it to your life, and nod to some wisdom!
#DDBStyle In the early days of Original D&D, a helm was a separate item for a character. A trapper or something like that, fell on my character from above and he would have been a goner, but I said, "maybe my helm has horns on it!" The DM gave me a 1 in 20 chance for that. Never so happy to roll a 1 in my entire life! The dice saved me once again.
As a DM - my party's Barbarian was the target of a Nothic's weird insight. The barbarian was trying to befriend the "big spiky puppy". The barbarian rolled a Nat 1 for a total of -1 on the roll. What does that mean!? The Nothic saw EVERYTHING in the barbarian's mind and therefore completely trusted her. A Nat 1 that turned into a total success. #DDBStyle
First campaign I ever DM’d, after some joking, one of my players wanted to roll perception to see if a Dragon was living under the town. First roll of the game. Nat 20. I throw out all of my existing plans and have 4 level 3 players infiltrate a Red Dragon’s Lair.
Nothing is as thrilling as back-to-back crits right after getting Extra Attack. As a Paladin.
I did some damage that day. #DDBStyle
We were in Strahd's Tomb, half of our party was downed, including our cleric yet somehow my Druid, Condor Mooncum, had taken little to no damage. We had Strahd on the ropes, but with the party's lives on the line and our Barbarian wielding the Sun Blade in critical condition, we had to finish this quickly. Seeing Strahd in a less favorable state, my Druid made an attack. The die, in my favor, landed on a Natural 20 and without hesitation my DM asked, "How do you want to do this?. Condor Mooncum called out, "Get a taste of my Boom Boom" and with a flick of his wrist, he sent his Holy (it was blessed by a Priest) Boomerang spinning towards Strahd and bonked him hard on the back of his head. Then the Barbarian finished him or whatever with the sun blade and we won or something. #DDBStyle
#DDBStyle A group of 5 adventurers were travelling through a tunnel. We heard something off in the distance, so we attempted a group intimidation check to scare them off. 3 nat 20's, a modified 20 and a 10. the DM narrated us as an eldritch cloud of mist, moving lights and shadow and we completely skipped the encounter the DM had planned.
Our DM was nearly killed by #DDBStyle . We were about to be overrun by about 25 goblins before they made the decision to bottleneck in a doorway, making them perfect targets for my bard's signature Shatter spell, and I knocked out more than half of them at once. After we cleared out everything inside, we looted the bodies and found a bunch of random stuff, including a few squirrels in wooden cages. The DM expected us to leave them behind as junk, but I insisted on keeping them. On our way out the door, we ran into a few last goblins with wolves, and instead of killing the second one, our rogue grabbed one of the squirrels and wanted to try and tame the wolf instead. The DM told him to roll for Animal Handling, and he got a Nat 20. DM practically sunk into his chair as the rogue immediately acquired a pet wolf.
The first time I ever played. It was a Homebrew campaign, and I very unexpectedly found myself in a battle with a tough Golem. My first Nat20 gave a feeling that is hard to describe. #DDBStyle
My level 4 party interrupted a coven of hags performing a ritual using the Wreath of the Prism. My Barbarian lv 3 Muscle Wizard/Warlock lv 1 cast jump and grabbed the wreath before it could be dropped in a vat of black liquid and has proceeded to wear said item as a crown and spoil of battle. We finally leave the town we were in around level 6 now Barbarian Lv 5/warlock lv 1 and get ambushed by a group who is demanding the crown back as it belongs to grandmother yaga. This firey dark elf knight on a mount with flaming antlers finally manages to pull it off my head. I have him grappled on my turn and he then throws something on the ground and starts to fade from my grip. Now my Barbarian had gotten a Counterspell Lv 3 spell scroll from some weird Dragonborn wizard in a mountain, so I pulled it out as a reaction and threw it in his face. (My Barbarian doesn't really know how magic works). I roll the d20 it comes out a 17, the EXACT value I need to counter his 7th level plane shift. It's his last high level spell slot. He's stuck and the crown is mine crown.
TLDR, my Barbarian used a counterspell scroll to prevent an enemy from plane shifting and thereby stealing my Wreath of the Prism.
So on our team while trudging through the areas surrounding Phandalin, we had a Paladin that took a liking to throwing around large bags of ball bearings. The only issue with these was our need to clean them up every time the bag was tossed around the place, because, quite fairly, the DM chose to make the ball bearings affect us as well. We made it to the final boss, and in this small room, our Paladin decided to throw his ball bearings in the center, keeping the boss away from us, forced to act at range. We pinned the boss down and whittled away his health, but this is not the amazing thing.
This Paladin, the wall of shiny metal and bravado strode through the tiny orbs of metal, rolling a natural 20, they parted before him like the red sea, only to make another nat 20 on his attack roll, and add a level 3 divine smite to it, cleaving the bastard apart in one fell swoop. These tiny iron beads truly bent to his will after all, and his command of them will forever be in our hearts.
#DDBStyle
The most prominent in my mind is from my most recent session. Five players all level 3 decided to take on a young green dragon. . . and won! the best part of this though is how the final blow was dealt. During the battle the dragon crit on the party's "pet?" goblin Droop turning him into two smaller goblins. Thus the party's rouge seeking revenge asked if she could attack the dragon by diving into his anus and stabbing it from the inside. . . despite this being a "you can try" moment she rolled a Nat 20, completely forgetting the area around the dragon was covered in a cloud of daggers spell and simultaneously killing the dragon and dyeing in a place most people would never want to find themselves, yes, inside the dragons ars. #DDBStyle