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Question: When will this thread die?

 Never. You can’t kill it because it is the embodiment of the community of D&D showing their respect for the creativity of the game and the community.

Also, AEDorsay will never let it fall from grace. Where else would she put the walls of text??

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Question of the Day: Dungeons or Dragons? Choose one and tell us why.

 I feel like I am going against the grain on this one.

Dragons.

Why?

Stay awhile and listen...

So back in the day when I first played, D&D - there was definitely dungeons to Dungeons & Dragons - and Dragons were the epic of the monsters. So the name definitely fit.

D&D has evolved over the years. 2nd edition, still had that deadly feel that the 1st edition had. But 3rd edition, began to "favor the players and the story" more than actual dungeons - and the modules released for 3rd edition reflected as much. Far less about the dungeons and more about exploring the world and uncovering a story. Despite my love of the whacky THAC0 back then, 3rd edition really brought to life the game I had wanted to run - one that wasn't so deadly for the players, and began giving the players "flavors" of powers other than fighters just swinging. They began to have more to them. Wizards and Clerics and Rogues, all evolved.

4th edition... Well, I played it for a year, never bought any of the books - first time, ever. (I did buy Pathfinder back then though...)

5th Edition, we see a return to greatness. And again, more about the character, their flaws, their story, and not "go into this dungeon."

But dragons? Throughout the editions have always been a mystical wonder - beasts of power and fear.

So Dragons have always been near and dear to me, after leaving the dungeons in the past...

Though that makes me wanna link The Dungeons Are Calling Again by Chris Caffery (making a new song for Savatage who has a song called The Dungeons Are Calling).

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A dungeon that is a dragon, or vice versa....  It'd be a fantastic voyage :)

 My friend wrote a one-shot like this. We started off fighting a mechanical dragon, and when we got swallowed, we had to work our way through the dungeon of its architecture to get out. So innovative.

Yeah, I'm surprised there's not a lot of Jonah and the Whale to Githyanki dead god city (in that their city is literally built into the cosmic fossil remains of a dead (or not quite dead) god) content out there, from which the players must extricate themselves or retrieve or repair some organ or matter within it.  

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Question: When will this thread die?

You know this is the afterlife of another thread, right?  Given that, some believe its existence is now eternal. Welcome to paradise.  Have a cup of quickening nectar, I've scrimshawed the cups myself from a divine but dead tooth within the mouth of our home.

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Question: When will this thread die?

 Never. You can’t kill it because it is the embodiment of the community of D&D showing their respect for the creativity of the game and the community.

Also, AEDorsay will never let it fall from grace. Where else would she put the walls of text??

 
it is the most blessed of realms, a wonder of wonders, a space of innumerable mysteries and secrets revealed!

I mean, do you *really* want me wandering out in the forums that much?

What shocks me is that we are only at 22 pages….

after three nights of dreaming about D&D stuff, I had to take a break, lol.

I have ten days to finish this second volume and I keep adding things, lol.

This is true. We are the Watchers, the maintainers of the dam that is this thread, who must do so until the end of time to keep AEDorsay from flooding the forums of D&D Beyond with endless paragraphs of house rules and homebrew worlds beyond number. It is our sworn duty.

Question: I was on a website article about the best forms for Druid wildshape, and it said Mammoth was the best form, but don’t Druids only go up to cr 1? Here’s a link to the article.

https://www.thegamer.com/dungeons-dragons-best-druid-wild-shapes-ranked/#mammoth-cr-6

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Question: I was on a website article about the best forms for Druid wildshape, and it said Mammoth was the best form, but don’t Druids only go up to cr 1? Here’s a link to the article.

https://www.thegamer.com/dungeons-dragons-best-druid-wild-shapes-ranked/#mammoth-cr-6

 The Circle of the Moon subclass has the Circle Forms feature, which allows access to higher CR creatures.
"Starting at 6th level, you can transform into a beast with a challenge rating as high as your druid level divided by 3, rounded down."

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Question: I was on a website article about the best forms for Druid wildshape, and it said Mammoth was the best form, but don’t Druids only go up to cr 1? Here’s a link to the article.

https://www.thegamer.com/dungeons-dragons-best-druid-wild-shapes-ranked/#mammoth-cr-6

 The Circle of the Moon subclass has the Circle Forms feature, which allows access to higher CR creatures.
"Starting at 6th level, you can transform into a beast with a challenge rating as high as your druid level divided by 3, rounded down."

 Got it. I’ll homebrew that ability into a Druid subclass for my character.

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This is true. We are the Watchers, the maintainers of the dam that is this thread, who must do so until the end of time to keep AEDorsay from flooding the forums of D&D Beyond with endless paragraphs of house rules and homebrew worlds beyond number. It is our sworn duty.

 Or perhaps it is our duty to release AEDorsay at the right times. To bring about revolution in the community.

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Question: When will this thread die?

 
Never. I will not let it die until I do, or I stop using this website. It is my sworn oath. If they kill it again, I’ll start another one… again.

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Question: When will this thread die?

 
Never. I will not let it die until I do, or I stop using this website. It is my sworn oath. If they kill it again, I’ll start another one… again.

And if they cast gentle repose on its corpse... start a private message thread with everybody involved. We shall not be felled.

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Question: When will this thread die?

 
Never. I will not let it die until I do, or I stop using this website. It is my sworn oath. If they kill it again, I’ll start another one… again.

And if they cast gentle repose on its corpse... start a private message thread with everybody involved. We shall not be felled.

 Don’t worry. If we can befriend a moderator then we can cast true resurrection on the OG thread.

Also, has anyone noticed that we are way more on topic now that we have been banned once?

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Also, has anyone noticed that we are way more on topic now that we have been banned once?

There's a super secret double probation private message group offsite that's orchestrating that on purpose to see what it gets to get thrown out of the kitchen and go back into General Discussion.

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Also, has anyone noticed that we are way more on topic now that we have been banned once?

 

There's a super secret double probation private message group offsite that's orchestrating that on purpose to see what it gets to get thrown out of the kitchen and go back into General Discussion.

There is a rule about that, you know...

It says right there under my portrait, cabalist. This kitchen is full of smoke and mirrors and the aroma of stewing misdirection.  

Question: What sort of encounter would you design around an aroma of stewing misdirection?

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It says right there under my portrait, cabalist. This kitchen is full of smoke and mirrors and the aroma of stewing misdirection.  

Question: What sort of encounter would you design around an aroma of stewing misdirection?

In the process of trying to come up with a joke to respond to this with, I came up with an unrelated one.

Gordon Ramsay would be a horrible D&D player, on account of all the rules-lawyering. He would keep saying, "it's RAW!"

Thank you for your time.

Mirabel's Hut

Random Wilderness Encounter.

You come across a clearing -- a meadow, really -- ringed with flowers in yellow and reds, as if the border of it is somehow on fire, while within lie the greens and browns of a pasture like field, a small garden just visible over an ankle high stone rim that join a rustic stone and wood cabin with a thick, sloping thatched roof. Three small, young goats frolic off on the opposite side, perhaps a hundred yards away, and you can hear but not see the grunting of a pig, and the smell of feed and manure and the tall pile of simmering material near the outhouse that rests far to your right.

A thin, half dead stream of smoke lingers above the chimney, but you can hear no sounds of life, and given it can't be more than a single room cottage, you feel pretty sure that there isn't much threat, but there is a strange, peculiar scent in the air that gnaws at the edges of your mind.

At first, yo have an urge to simply turn and leave, but then it seems as if you simply can't.

If you go in and explore, you find a low roofed, sall attached pig pen and shelter for a family of five goats, two pigs, and a chicken coop. Everything is nice and tidy, the feed stored in large bins and paths lined with small gravel between well established low berms. You feel both drawn to the scent still, but also repelled, and you remain unsure why, but you locate it, on the back of the small cottage, in a small black pot that hangs from a tripod over low coals, simmering away.

Within it lies a strange, yellowish, bubbling substance, thin but with small chunks floating in it.The tumble and roll about within the slowly thickening brew, and it feels as if you are missing something, something important, something about a hut, in the woods, and why you are even there, and what is it doing there?

You notice a stool that some small part of you swears wasn't there before is just off to the side, and upon it sits a shallow bowl and casually carved wooden spoon, and there is a sense of fatigue that begins to take hold of you, and you realize it is now the middle of the freaking night, and all you can think about is a stew, and for some reason you feel as if you shouldn't, as if there is something, something you should be worried about, something dangerous, something you haven't seen yet...You never even notice you have started eating the stew, but it is quite tasty, with subtle flavors and it conures fond memories that seem to vanish almost as soon as you see them in your mind's eye, and you wish you had some bread to sop up the stew juices, and there it is,in your hand, but you don't remember getting it or how it got there, and what is there, anyway?

it is too bad, too.

The scent of that stew got into your mind and made you forget all about how you had come out to ask the witch Mirabel to stop killing the townsfolk in revenge. You had forgotten about her stew of misdirection.

Oh, wait, you meant something else, didn't you?

If only you could remember...

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Also, has anyone noticed that we are way more on topic now that we have been banned once?

 

There's a super secret double probation private message group offsite that's orchestrating that on purpose to see what it gets to get thrown out of the kitchen and go back into General Discussion.

 

There is a rule about that, you know...

 The first one, even. 

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Question: What sort of encounter would you design around an aroma of stewing misdirection?

 Maybe it's the insomnia, but all I want is some kind of reverse Hansel and Gretel encounter where you think the baddie is a cannibalistic hag, but she's actually vegan and needs help reconstructing a normal stew recipe for a community potluck.

Stealing (with permission I hope) the above thingie.