Once in a campaign that I and my cousins were playing over Zoom, One of my cousins, who was playing a level 4 Changeling Rogue at the time, shares his father's obsession with fish and grapes, and naturally has a good stock of both. In this instance, My character, a level 4 Gerudo Warlock who had just escaped from jail had been picked up by the other pcs, and were now in a cart chase between us and some of the wizards of the city that I had escaped from. The changeling rogue was something of a comedian, and thought it would be funny to throw a grape at the head wizard who was chasing us, so the DM had him roll a ranged attack. He got a 21. The grape hit the wizard square in the forehead, dealing 3 points of bludgeoning damage, and ended up being the reason we escaped in one piece.
My first ever D&D session was with a lot of people that had also never played D&D before. Thankfully, my bedtime story since fourth grade had been the Players Handbook, so I already had a lot of knowledge in Dungeons and Dragons. After about two hours of everybody creating their characters, we finally were ready to get started. It was a big group of about 11 people, including my pastor, Sworly the Content. We were on the road to Neverwinter, and our DM was talking of Wargs when the bushes started to rustle, and it became chaos. We were about to run away, when a little bunny popped out. It was supposed to be somewhat of a joke by our DM, but our Druid, Sir Marsh, being a Druid, rolled to tame the bunny, and rolled a Nat 20. Right as he was about to name the bunny, our pastor-our pastor-said "Can I roll to kill the rabbit?" Thankfully he rolled a 3, but we were weary of him ever since. In neverwinter, Sir Marsh named the bunny Jim, and there was a fight between my parties wizard and our Bard, The Midnight Show, over Jim. This lead to a bar fight (Which was precipitated by me throwing ale at a sumo wrestler) that forced us into a basement downstairs, where we found the map to start our journey. We ended up at a large cavern, where we fought through a carrion crawler to get to the main cavern, which had a sword in the middle of it. Then, all of the sudden, our pastor-our pastor picked up the sword and stabbed me through the stomach, knocking me unconscious (This may have also been precipitated by me name calling Sworly). The Midnight Show also sided with Sworly, and naturally we were all surprised because he was our stinking pastor. But Jim was not surprised, because he had intelligence 2! He distracted The Midnight Show, giving us enough time to kill The Midnight Show while I laid the final blow on our pastor. About two months later, we were locked outside of a castle, and Jim slipped through the portcullis to save us from the hungry Winter Wolves bearing down on us. Today, Jim lives a happy life with his wife and many Slim Jims.
Also more recently in a different campaign, my character, Hyle, was confronted with an Elder Bat (Exclusive to our game). The bat had an Orchard that went on for miles filled with corn and apples and a little cottage for her 15 bat babies. We had just settled an argument and we were about to live when I swiped an apple from the bat's orchard.
Big mistake.
The bat bit most of my face off, and then I rolled a nat one on my dagger attack the next turn, so it stabbed my toe and I lost four additional HP. My entire party was yelling at me to stop. We also had a druid and our group that really liked bats. I was finally able to injure the bat for 11 damage, but I was still no match for it. Then my DM said there was an opening in the crack, so I seized the opportunity to run out. However, right as we were leaving, I decided to throw a torch back at the cottage.
Nat 20.
It wouldn't have done any harm, but all the baby bats try to put the fire out and get burnt to a crisp.
Yay, I'm and arsonist.
At least we got away right? But then the fun began. Our fighter said she would avenge the baby bats, so she tried to cut off one of my arms, but it just bounced off my armor. I then stabbed her for 5 damage. We were about to get into a HUGE fight when our wizard saved the day by putting us both to sleep. That should have been the end of it. But then our bard threatened our wizard at knife point, because he wanted food. When we woke up, our Druid, the one that liked bats, was a bear, and she slapped me. I hit her with my battleaxe and she almost died. Right as I though it was about to be the saddest TPK of all time, our Bard cast magic mouth on a rock so that whenever he talks it talks and whenever it breathes. That took our attention away for that moment. Later, I ended up throwing the rock at our wizard as a joke, and got a nat 1. It bounced off a wall and got lodged in my throat, do now I can't talk or breathe and our bard has to talk and breathe for me.
Someone made a typo when asking me about a certain low profile garrison commander in a 3,5 year long campaign.
The typo was Cinnabder Olifant. I didn't remember the name, because it was rather unimportant. But the typo was so beautiful that I changed the commander's name to Cinnabder Olifant in canon.
Eventually there was a grand war against a demonic invasion, that we played with a homebrew grand battle system. Cinnabder Olifant became one of the most decorated war heroes of the entire continent, after heroically saving an important city against ridiculous odds.
He survived the campaign and went from typo to legend. 😂
This just happened here, I'm posting with my party around me.
So, we were fighting a homebrewed boss, who, at half health, she decides to run away, and dips by 60 feet. Our fighter uses action surge to catch up and grapple her. I then manage to run up to within 30 feet, and successfully cast Charm Person, and she is now charmed, and answering all of our questions.
Once in a campaign that I and my cousins were playing over Zoom, One of my cousins, who was playing a level 4 Changeling Rogue at the time, shares his father's obsession with fish and grapes, and naturally has a good stock of both. In this instance, My character, a level 4 Gerudo Warlock who had just escaped from jail had been picked up by the other pcs, and were now in a cart chase between us and some of the wizards of the city that I had escaped from. The changeling rogue was something of a comedian, and thought it would be funny to throw a grape at the head wizard who was chasing us, so the DM had him roll a ranged attack. He got a 21. The grape hit the wizard square in the forehead, dealing 3 points of bludgeoning damage, and ended up being the reason we escaped in one piece.
Orange Juice!
The Chronicles of Jim the Rabbit
My first ever D&D session was with a lot of people that had also never played D&D before. Thankfully, my bedtime story since fourth grade had been the Players Handbook, so I already had a lot of knowledge in Dungeons and Dragons. After about two hours of everybody creating their characters, we finally were ready to get started. It was a big group of about 11 people, including my pastor, Sworly the Content. We were on the road to Neverwinter, and our DM was talking of Wargs when the bushes started to rustle, and it became chaos. We were about to run away, when a little bunny popped out. It was supposed to be somewhat of a joke by our DM, but our Druid, Sir Marsh, being a Druid, rolled to tame the bunny, and rolled a Nat 20. Right as he was about to name the bunny, our pastor-our pastor-said "Can I roll to kill the rabbit?" Thankfully he rolled a 3, but we were weary of him ever since. In neverwinter, Sir Marsh named the bunny Jim, and there was a fight between my parties wizard and our Bard, The Midnight Show, over Jim. This lead to a bar fight (Which was precipitated by me throwing ale at a sumo wrestler) that forced us into a basement downstairs, where we found the map to start our journey. We ended up at a large cavern, where we fought through a carrion crawler to get to the main cavern, which had a sword in the middle of it. Then, all of the sudden, our pastor-our pastor picked up the sword and stabbed me through the stomach, knocking me unconscious (This may have also been precipitated by me name calling Sworly). The Midnight Show also sided with Sworly, and naturally we were all surprised because he was our stinking pastor. But Jim was not surprised, because he had intelligence 2! He distracted The Midnight Show, giving us enough time to kill The Midnight Show while I laid the final blow on our pastor. About two months later, we were locked outside of a castle, and Jim slipped through the portcullis to save us from the hungry Winter Wolves bearing down on us. Today, Jim lives a happy life with his wife and many Slim Jims.
Also more recently in a different campaign, my character, Hyle, was confronted with an Elder Bat (Exclusive to our game). The bat had an Orchard that went on for miles filled with corn and apples and a little cottage for her 15 bat babies. We had just settled an argument and we were about to live when I swiped an apple from the bat's orchard.
Big mistake.
The bat bit most of my face off, and then I rolled a nat one on my dagger attack the next turn, so it stabbed my toe and I lost four additional HP. My entire party was yelling at me to stop. We also had a druid and our group that really liked bats. I was finally able to injure the bat for 11 damage, but I was still no match for it. Then my DM said there was an opening in the crack, so I seized the opportunity to run out. However, right as we were leaving, I decided to throw a torch back at the cottage.
Nat 20.
It wouldn't have done any harm, but all the baby bats try to put the fire out and get burnt to a crisp.
Yay, I'm and arsonist.
At least we got away right? But then the fun began. Our fighter said she would avenge the baby bats, so she tried to cut off one of my arms, but it just bounced off my armor. I then stabbed her for 5 damage. We were about to get into a HUGE fight when our wizard saved the day by putting us both to sleep. That should have been the end of it. But then our bard threatened our wizard at knife point, because he wanted food. When we woke up, our Druid, the one that liked bats, was a bear, and she slapped me. I hit her with my battleaxe and she almost died. Right as I though it was about to be the saddest TPK of all time, our Bard cast magic mouth on a rock so that whenever he talks it talks and whenever it breathes. That took our attention away for that moment. Later, I ended up throwing the rock at our wizard as a joke, and got a nat 1. It bounced off a wall and got lodged in my throat, do now I can't talk or breathe and our bard has to talk and breathe for me.
Someone made a typo when asking me about a certain low profile garrison commander in a 3,5 year long campaign.
The typo was Cinnabder Olifant. I didn't remember the name, because it was rather unimportant. But the typo was so beautiful that I changed the commander's name to Cinnabder Olifant in canon.
Eventually there was a grand war against a demonic invasion, that we played with a homebrew grand battle system. Cinnabder Olifant became one of the most decorated war heroes of the entire continent, after heroically saving an important city against ridiculous odds.
He survived the campaign and went from typo to legend. 😂
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This just happened here, I'm posting with my party around me.
So, we were fighting a homebrewed boss, who, at half health, she decides to run away, and dips by 60 feet. Our fighter uses action surge to catch up and grapple her. I then manage to run up to within 30 feet, and successfully cast Charm Person, and she is now charmed, and answering all of our questions.