Less of a quote and more of a funny happen-stance.
>Me, the DM: Running Storm King's Thunder
>Me, the DM: Rewards party for defeating a Chimera with a Cloak of Useful Items, which goes to the party's tipsy monk.
>The party reaches the top of the Icespires to enter the fire giant forge of Ironslag when they notice a village of Yakfolk (SKT specific evil race).
>The Monk vaults over the wall onto a nearby building and prepares his next move on his unwilling, Yakfolk target.
>And summons a boat on top of him. 4d4 bludgeoning
>And the party's cleric, in a moment of genius, sets it on fire with a different magic item, in turn lighting some nearby buildings.
>As this is happening, the Yakfolk chieftain leaves his home, to which the monk slips into as the chieftain leaves, and takes everything not nailed down.
>Including a Folding Boat.
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Well met! Welcome fellow adventurers, to Waterdeep! Ignore the drunken dwarf trying to flip off all the giants in existence and the Tempus-worshiping bounty hunter setting homes on fire with a flaming boat. If you see them dropping short swords on Citadel Felbarr, don't be worried. It is a usual occurrence.
*fighting a lion* (That's not something you see every D&D session. amirite?)
Fighter starts singing Wimoweh. Monk (our table's womansplaining nerd): "It's actually 'mbube'. It means 'lion'." Me: "Yeah. The original lyrics translate into, 'In the quiet village, the lion sleeps tonight. In the quiet lion, the village sleeps tonight.'" Monk: "That's not true, but I like it."
(She pronounces it like himbo-beh. I don't know if that/s correct, but that's how I've heard it elsewhere.)
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Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I have some really weird D&D quotes derived from summer camps.
Don’t we all.
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This isn't actually a signature, just something I copy and paste onto the bottom of all my posts. Or is it? Yep, it is. Or is it..? I’m a hobbit, and the master cranial imploder of the "Oops, I Accidently Destroyed Someone's Brain" cult. Extended sig. I'm actually in Limbo, it says I'm in Mechanus because that's where I get my WiFi from. Please don't tell the modrons, they're still angry from the 'Spawning Stone' fiasco. No connection to Dragonslayer8 other than knowing them in real life.
Tenth level party of Ferrin (half elf wizard/artificer), Sister Serena (aasimar cleric), Xanlar (half elf paladin), and Nu (axolotl shifter druid), plus NPCs Phillip (human ranger), and Pin the kobold (rogue).
Having escaped a press gang in town, parting ways with a friendly NPC who's heading back with the intention of lying low.
Nu: "I give him a bag of gold" DM: "How much gold?" Nu: "I don't know, I have ten bags that I never got around to counting. I give him one of those." Serena: "You seriously just have 'ten bags of gold' in your inventory?" Nu: "Yes." Ferrin: "This is the person that wrote down 'dinner coin from grave robbing.'"
===
The party heads away from town into enemy territory, specifically seeking out the guerilla squad that Phillip led out to scout, raid, and otherwise harass the enemy troops while we were missing for two months due to Feywild time f***ery. We covered ground quickly by Nu blasting through their spell slots to polymorph us all into giant eagles via summoned pixies and reached the area in about a day and a half. After a bit of scouting around we located the hidden camp, largely thanks to directions obtained by Serena contacting Phillip via the sending spell. When we arrive Phillip is out scouting (Serena is somewhat irritated by this). In a corner of the large cave they're set up in is a prisoner in a cage.
Nu: "I just sit there and stare at her." Prisoner: ""What are you looking at?" Nu: "I just continue staring." Prisoner: "Did somebody lose their pet? Or malformed kid? Nu: *continues staring*
Serena has a brief discussion that amounts largely to her and the prisoner calling each other fools in the service of horrible people before walking off in a huff. Then Ferrin comes over and tries talking to the prisoner, a bit more politely.
Prisoner: "Is this some kind of good guard bad guard thing?" Ferrni: "No." Nu: *OOC* "I remember the last time we did that." Serena: *OOC* "That was in the other campaign." Ferrin: *OOC* "And that was you two doing bad cop worse cop."
Eventually Nu decides to go have a conversation with the sentry at the front entrance. Apparently Phillip has been telling tales of how awesome his previous companions (us) are.
Sentry: "Is it true you fought and defeated multiple detachments of enemy soldiers?" Nu: "I'm pretty sure they were all together in groups when we fought them." Sentry: "So that's a yes. Is it true the lady flies?" Nu: "Yeah, she goes all glowy then she goes up." Sentry: "And I guess you're the one that commands the 'pink legion'?" Nu: "That's my kids!"
The conversation wanders a bit, including the sentry mentioning how he misses eating hot pretzels from back home. Eventually Nu thinks to ask his name, which is Arthur.
Nu: *taking a note* "Arthur the pretzel guy..."
===
DM: :And what is Serena doing while everybody waits for Phillip to return?" Serena: "After I check on the wounded again I'm going to sit and meditate. I'm doing my best to look like a calm and collected priestess, all wise and confident and whatnot, but in reality I'm going back and forth between reciting ritual meditative prayers intended for calming and focusing one's mind and rants under my breath like 'Where is that boy he'd better get back soon if I have to go find him and pull him out of another mess he will be in so much trouble ooohhhmmm...'"
===
Phillip eventually returns and upon seeing the PCs immediately rushes right past everybody else to give Serena a big kiss which she enthusiastically returns. Once they come up for air after a minute, now both reassured that they're on the same page (they've been dancing around each other like shy angsty teenagers [which they are, he's 19 and she's 17] for most of the campaign), they agree that any more personal issues will have to wait and they should talk "business" concerning the enemy army hunting them all. Serena and company pass along news about the main force of the Solstice army in the region having suffered a major defeat since Phillip's squad set out several weeks ago. Phillip tells us that the Fravians (enemy) have been fortifying the nearby town of Dark Waters, building it up as some sort of industrial center and sending large detachments of soldiers downriver in recent days.
Serena: "I guess I should probably use a sending spell to pass that information back there, even though the people in charge of the outpost right now are a bunch of jerks. And maybe to somebody else this time. Last time I sent word that we passed enemy troops only a day or two away to the waitress at the in we stayed at because I couldn't think of anybody else that might be inclined to believe me. By the response I got, I think she thought she was going crazy and hearing voices even though I did introduce myself and say I was using magic to send her a message." Phillip: "Yeah, that is definitely disturbing to suddenly hear someone's voice in your head with no warning. It's actually kind of rude, really." Serena: *Crossing her arms and glaring at him* "Oh? Would you prefer I didn't contact you and let you know we were coming to help?" Phillip: "Uh, no! It was very reassuring! Just, uh, surprised all the sudden." Serena: "Good."
===
As we're discussing what to do next, the cave shakes and the DM calls for dex saves. Everybody but Serena passes and she falls on her butt.
Serena: "Ow! That doesn't sound good!" Phillip: "That was the back entrance collapsing. And if they knew to collapse it that means they definitely have troops waiting for us outside the main one." Nu: "I'm casting conjure animals and summoning sixteen giant lizards to get these people out of here!" Random soldier: "It's the pink legion! I knew it was true!" DM: "A dwarf next to that guy grumbles and throws him two gold pieces."
It takes a minute for the placement of sixteen large size tokens onto the map.
Nu: "It was a spacious cave..."
Everybody mounts up on big slimy pink axolotl/lizards (including strapping a few severely wounded troops onto one) and we prepare to rush out. Ferrin and Serena both get seventeens for initiative results.
Serena: "So Ferrin goes ahead of me because his dex mod is zero. While I had to roll an eighteen to tie his seventeen."
===
We begin charging out with the party fighting to clear a path through the besieging enemy soldiers for the others to escape.
DM: "Phillip's turn. He's going to shoot at this guy with his bow. Who wants to roll for Phillip?" Ferrin: "Serena, roll your boyfriend!" *4* Ferrin: "Roll your boyfriend better!"
The kenku warlock asked his Eldritch abomination patron if he could read an unconscious duergar's minds. The patron has a confusing way of speaking and tried to tell him to pierce the duergar's spinal canal and insert a "token of bloodstained imagination" into the wound.
Patron: 'Pierce the cord of electric emotion at the base of the mind's shell.' Warlock: *Stabs the duergar in the middle of the head* Patron: "...Child. The cord of electric emotion at the base of the mind's shell. Refrain from mutilating the mind itself." Warlock: "Sorry"
(The duergar dies from the mindreading attempt and the warlock immediately starts a massive fire to burn the body while the entire city is actively hunting for him.)
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Morrigan Corax, The Phantom Queen, Breaker of The Elemental Chains, and Flaming Chicken Cassilia Decalia, Servant of His Xanthous Majesty. "It's not narcissism, it's histrionicism, dearie." Dokuhebi Tsuchinoko, child of the serpent goddess and temporary mother of squidlings Envelope Lastname is going to be the death of me. I'm allergic to fireball
third level party of a human coffeelock, a zombie wizard, and a drow artificer. (we have 6 other players, but they were not there at the time. i'm dming.)
They were playing through the 'no tears over spilled coffee' free adventure to get them introduced to strixhaven before we start the campaign. Currently, they were fighting two magma mephits. It was the wizard's turn.
Wizard: "I'm going to cast minor illusion to convince these mephits that Magma Jesus has come to save them and he wants them to fight to the death."
DM: ... alright, roll deception, cause this is pretty out ther-
*nat 20*
DM: "...OH. So. You cast minor illusion, and you are so convincing with this that not only are the mephits completely convinced this is Magma Jesus, the entire party has now been converted, including you."
Coffeelock: "PRAISE MAGMA JESUS!"
What is a coffeelock? is it a Warlock who's patron is a sentient Bottle of Boundless Coffee?
Although that would be awesome, unfortunately it is not. It's a common multiclass where you multiclass warlock and sorcerer, converting warlock spellslots into sorcery points and back into spell slots. As long as you never take a long rest, (the exhaustion from which can be mitigated by Greater Restoration, which can be obtained by Divine Soul sorcerers), you can gain infinite spellslots.
Health is a problem, but you can remove that through cure wounds and other heal spells, also available to Divine Soul's.
This sounds like one step away from unholy non-undead lichdom or some crap. Am now seriously tempted to make a BBEG coffeelock who has just gone absolutely mad and is barely even mortal anymore.
Heck with it. It matches too well with Koris "The Soul of God"'s character. I'm making him a coffeelock. Don't tell my players.
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Morrigan Corax, The Phantom Queen, Breaker of The Elemental Chains, and Flaming Chicken Cassilia Decalia, Servant of His Xanthous Majesty. "It's not narcissism, it's histrionicism, dearie." Dokuhebi Tsuchinoko, child of the serpent goddess and temporary mother of squidlings Envelope Lastname is going to be the death of me. I'm allergic to fireball
third level party of a human coffeelock, a zombie wizard, and a drow artificer. (we have 6 other players, but they were not there at the time. i'm dming.)
They were playing through the 'no tears over spilled coffee' free adventure to get them introduced to strixhaven before we start the campaign. Currently, they were fighting two magma mephits. It was the wizard's turn.
Wizard: "I'm going to cast minor illusion to convince these mephits that Magma Jesus has come to save them and he wants them to fight to the death."
DM: ... alright, roll deception, cause this is pretty out ther-
*nat 20*
DM: "...OH. So. You cast minor illusion, and you are so convincing with this that not only are the mephits completely convinced this is Magma Jesus, the entire party has now been converted, including you."
Coffeelock: "PRAISE MAGMA JESUS!"
What is a coffeelock? is it a Warlock who's patron is a sentient Bottle of Boundless Coffee?
Although that would be awesome, unfortunately it is not. It's a common multiclass where you multiclass warlock and sorcerer, converting warlock spellslots into sorcery points and back into spell slots. As long as you never take a long rest, (the exhaustion from which can be mitigated by Greater Restoration, which can be obtained by Divine Soul sorcerers), you can gain infinite spellslots.
Health is a problem, but you can remove that through cure wounds and other heal spells, also available to Divine Soul's.
This sounds like one step away from unholy non-undead lichdom or some crap. Am now seriously tempted to make a BBEG coffeelock who has just gone absolutely mad and is barely even mortal anymore.
Heck with it. It matches too well with Koris "The Soul of God"'s character. I'm making him a coffeelock. Don't tell my players.
oh no... what have i done... just posting about one of my players has doomed an entire party. tell your players i am so sorry. /mj /lh
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"i can't see anything!"
"put on your glasses then, nerd"
"OH SHI-!"
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
Less of a quote and more of a funny happen-stance.
>Me, the DM: Running Storm King's Thunder
>Me, the DM: Rewards party for defeating a Chimera with a Cloak of Useful Items, which goes to the party's tipsy monk.
>The party reaches the top of the Icespires to enter the fire giant forge of Ironslag when they notice a village of Yakfolk (SKT specific evil race).
>The Monk vaults over the wall onto a nearby building and prepares his next move on his unwilling, Yakfolk target.
>And summons a boat on top of him. 4d4 bludgeoning
>And the party's cleric, in a moment of genius, sets it on fire with a different magic item, in turn lighting some nearby buildings.
>As this is happening, the Yakfolk chieftain leaves his home, to which the monk slips into as the chieftain leaves, and takes everything not nailed down.
>Including a Folding Boat.
Well met! Welcome fellow adventurers, to Waterdeep! Ignore the drunken dwarf trying to flip off all the giants in existence and the Tempus-worshiping bounty hunter setting homes on fire with a flaming boat. If you see them dropping short swords on Citadel Felbarr, don't be worried. It is a usual occurrence.
Please check out my homebrew creations the Scion Succubus Variant and the Sentient Gazer with a Corpse!
*fighting a lion* (That's not something you see every D&D session. amirite?)
Fighter starts singing Wimoweh.
Monk (our table's womansplaining nerd): "It's actually 'mbube'. It means 'lion'."
Me: "Yeah. The original lyrics translate into, 'In the quiet village, the lion sleeps tonight. In the quiet lion, the village sleeps tonight.'"
Monk: "That's not true, but I like it."
(She pronounces it like himbo-beh. I don't know if that/s correct, but that's how I've heard it elsewhere.)
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I have not used this quote yet, but I need to post it in here as I am probably GONNA use it and you guys need to hear it:
"I am a weapon of mass seduction."
no one will ever get this exsept the people at the summer camp i went to
DASH DASH DONKEY!
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
no one will ever get this exsept the people at the summer camp i went to
DASH DASH DONKEY!
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I have some really weird D&D quotes derived from summer camps.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Don’t we all.
This isn't actually a signature, just something I copy and paste onto the bottom of all my posts. Or is it? Yep, it is. Or is it..? I’m a hobbit, and the master cranial imploder of the "Oops, I Accidently Destroyed Someone's Brain" cult. Extended sig. I'm actually in Limbo, it says I'm in Mechanus because that's where I get my WiFi from. Please don't tell the modrons, they're still angry from the 'Spawning Stone' fiasco.
No connection to Dragonslayer8 other than knowing them in real life.
“We are the NPCs now, funny robot guy is the new protagonist.”
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“STOP PUNCHING HORSES!”
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“I’m considering killing off Stalin so I can become a dream stan.”
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“IM GOING TO PUT ALL OF YOU IN INTERDIMENSIONAL TIME OUT.”
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“As you exit the cave, you leave (player name) behind, the goblins are crowded around him, watching him play geometry dash.”
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“The cat is the only one near you, yes.”
”Communist cat?”
”Yes. Communist cat.”
*Clapping* “YEAHHHHHHHH!! LETS GOOO!!”
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“So as he turns into a building, you-“
”Wait turns into a building?”
”NO NO I DIDNT MEAN-“ The whole table is stuck laughing for about 3 minutes straight, and cannot progress because I made a mistake in wording.
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“The cat turns into a building alongside you-“
”NOT AGAIN!”
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A few quotes from one of my campaigns that I personally find very funny.
Tenth level party of Ferrin (half elf wizard/artificer), Sister Serena (aasimar cleric), Xanlar (half elf paladin), and Nu (axolotl shifter druid), plus NPCs Phillip (human ranger), and Pin the kobold (rogue).
Having escaped a press gang in town, parting ways with a friendly NPC who's heading back with the intention of lying low.
Nu: "I give him a bag of gold"
DM: "How much gold?"
Nu: "I don't know, I have ten bags that I never got around to counting. I give him one of those."
Serena: "You seriously just have 'ten bags of gold' in your inventory?"
Nu: "Yes."
Ferrin: "This is the person that wrote down 'dinner coin from grave robbing.'"
===
The party heads away from town into enemy territory, specifically seeking out the guerilla squad that Phillip led out to scout, raid, and otherwise harass the enemy troops while we were missing for two months due to Feywild time f***ery. We covered ground quickly by Nu blasting through their spell slots to polymorph us all into giant eagles via summoned pixies and reached the area in about a day and a half. After a bit of scouting around we located the hidden camp, largely thanks to directions obtained by Serena contacting Phillip via the sending spell. When we arrive Phillip is out scouting (Serena is somewhat irritated by this). In a corner of the large cave they're set up in is a prisoner in a cage.
Nu: "I just sit there and stare at her."
Prisoner: ""What are you looking at?"
Nu: "I just continue staring."
Prisoner: "Did somebody lose their pet? Or malformed kid?
Nu: *continues staring*
Serena has a brief discussion that amounts largely to her and the prisoner calling each other fools in the service of horrible people before walking off in a huff. Then Ferrin comes over and tries talking to the prisoner, a bit more politely.
Prisoner: "Is this some kind of good guard bad guard thing?"
Ferrni: "No."
Nu: *OOC* "I remember the last time we did that."
Serena: *OOC* "That was in the other campaign."
Ferrin: *OOC* "And that was you two doing bad cop worse cop."
Eventually Nu decides to go have a conversation with the sentry at the front entrance. Apparently Phillip has been telling tales of how awesome his previous companions (us) are.
Sentry: "Is it true you fought and defeated multiple detachments of enemy soldiers?"
Nu: "I'm pretty sure they were all together in groups when we fought them."
Sentry: "So that's a yes. Is it true the lady flies?"
Nu: "Yeah, she goes all glowy then she goes up."
Sentry: "And I guess you're the one that commands the 'pink legion'?"
Nu: "That's my kids!"
The conversation wanders a bit, including the sentry mentioning how he misses eating hot pretzels from back home. Eventually Nu thinks to ask his name, which is Arthur.
Nu: *taking a note* "Arthur the pretzel guy..."
===
DM: :And what is Serena doing while everybody waits for Phillip to return?"
Serena: "After I check on the wounded again I'm going to sit and meditate. I'm doing my best to look like a calm and collected priestess, all wise and confident and whatnot, but in reality I'm going back and forth between reciting ritual meditative prayers intended for calming and focusing one's mind and rants under my breath like 'Where is that boy he'd better get back soon if I have to go find him and pull him out of another mess he will be in so much trouble ooohhhmmm...'"
===
Phillip eventually returns and upon seeing the PCs immediately rushes right past everybody else to give Serena a big kiss which she enthusiastically returns. Once they come up for air after a minute, now both reassured that they're on the same page (they've been dancing around each other like shy angsty teenagers [which they are, he's 19 and she's 17] for most of the campaign), they agree that any more personal issues will have to wait and they should talk "business" concerning the enemy army hunting them all. Serena and company pass along news about the main force of the Solstice army in the region having suffered a major defeat since Phillip's squad set out several weeks ago. Phillip tells us that the Fravians (enemy) have been fortifying the nearby town of Dark Waters, building it up as some sort of industrial center and sending large detachments of soldiers downriver in recent days.
Serena: "I guess I should probably use a sending spell to pass that information back there, even though the people in charge of the outpost right now are a bunch of jerks. And maybe to somebody else this time. Last time I sent word that we passed enemy troops only a day or two away to the waitress at the in we stayed at because I couldn't think of anybody else that might be inclined to believe me. By the response I got, I think she thought she was going crazy and hearing voices even though I did introduce myself and say I was using magic to send her a message."
Phillip: "Yeah, that is definitely disturbing to suddenly hear someone's voice in your head with no warning. It's actually kind of rude, really."
Serena: *Crossing her arms and glaring at him* "Oh? Would you prefer I didn't contact you and let you know we were coming to help?"
Phillip: "Uh, no! It was very reassuring! Just, uh, surprised all the sudden."
Serena: "Good."
===
As we're discussing what to do next, the cave shakes and the DM calls for dex saves. Everybody but Serena passes and she falls on her butt.
Serena: "Ow! That doesn't sound good!"
Phillip: "That was the back entrance collapsing. And if they knew to collapse it that means they definitely have troops waiting for us outside the main one."
Nu: "I'm casting conjure animals and summoning sixteen giant lizards to get these people out of here!"
Random soldier: "It's the pink legion! I knew it was true!"
DM: "A dwarf next to that guy grumbles and throws him two gold pieces."
It takes a minute for the placement of sixteen large size tokens onto the map.
Nu: "It was a spacious cave..."
Everybody mounts up on big slimy pink axolotl/lizards (including strapping a few severely wounded troops onto one) and we prepare to rush out. Ferrin and Serena both get seventeens for initiative results.
Serena: "So Ferrin goes ahead of me because his dex mod is zero. While I had to roll an eighteen to tie his seventeen."
===
We begin charging out with the party fighting to clear a path through the besieging enemy soldiers for the others to escape.
DM: "Phillip's turn. He's going to shoot at this guy with his bow. Who wants to roll for Phillip?"
Ferrin: "Serena, roll your boyfriend!"
*4*
Ferrin: "Roll your boyfriend better!"
"I have a gun and ammo and I'm not afraid to use it"
"On the mother or her child?"
"Both"
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"Get in the plant pit and then i'll turn the gears!"
i can roll nat 1s on command
my homebrew thingies
Magic Items - Monsters - Subclasses
(we are in front of five dragonborn rullers who have captured us and now want us to kill bandits)
drok crow: (to the blue dragonborn) do you have an extra heart, because mine was taken :)
dm: laughs
drok crow: (to the blue Dragonborn) do you know what my shirt is made out of, boyfriend material
Me: can i have a jar of dirt
dm: the blue dragonborn ignores Drok and galax is given a jar of dirt
Drok Krow: I eat the dirt
end of sesion
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
evil cleric “im a tiny gnome in a tiny world”
the devi asmodous “stop”
the angel Bobby “stop”
evil cleric “brush my hair take me everywhere that’s small oooh”
Spider acolyte
cultist
“keep your enemies close and you gnomes even closer”- definitely, 100 percent, not gnomeish78
"He IS slowly unwrapping a cultist like a chocolate bar..."
Hombrew: Way of Wresting, Circle of Sacrifice
Drow Demigod: “I am Garzan!”
Monk: “Hi Galax, I’m Goldleaf.”
Other Drow Demigod: “And I am… Salena.”
Monk: “Hi Salena, I’m still Goldleaf.”
RIP Tavern.
All hail King Jovan Fluffycloud Prince
Teleporting elf monk supremacy!, but druids are better
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"Do I have advantage on intimidation for murdering all his friends in front of him?"
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The kenku warlock asked his Eldritch abomination patron if he could read an unconscious duergar's minds. The patron has a confusing way of speaking and tried to tell him to pierce the duergar's spinal canal and insert a "token of bloodstained imagination" into the wound.
Patron: 'Pierce the cord of electric emotion at the base of the mind's shell.'
Warlock: *Stabs the duergar in the middle of the head*
Patron: "...Child. The cord of electric emotion at the base of the mind's shell. Refrain from mutilating the mind itself."
Warlock: "Sorry"
(The duergar dies from the mindreading attempt and the warlock immediately starts a massive fire to burn the body while the entire city is actively hunting for him.)
Morrigan Corax, The Phantom Queen, Breaker of The Elemental Chains, and Flaming Chicken
Cassilia Decalia, Servant of His Xanthous Majesty. "It's not narcissism, it's histrionicism, dearie."
Dokuhebi Tsuchinoko, child of the serpent goddess and temporary mother of squidlings
Envelope Lastname is going to be the death of me.
I'm allergic to fireball
This sounds like one step away from unholy non-undead lichdom or some crap. Am now seriously tempted to make a BBEG coffeelock who has just gone absolutely mad and is barely even mortal anymore.
Heck with it. It matches too well with Koris "The Soul of God"'s character. I'm making him a coffeelock. Don't tell my players.
Morrigan Corax, The Phantom Queen, Breaker of The Elemental Chains, and Flaming Chicken
Cassilia Decalia, Servant of His Xanthous Majesty. "It's not narcissism, it's histrionicism, dearie."
Dokuhebi Tsuchinoko, child of the serpent goddess and temporary mother of squidlings
Envelope Lastname is going to be the death of me.
I'm allergic to fireball
oh no... what have i done... just posting about one of my players has doomed an entire party. tell your players i am so sorry. /mj /lh
she/any - member of the spider guild :D - official elesh norn enthusiast
current characters:
-Zalia Moonkeeper, tiefling abjuration wizard/alchemist artificer
-Philomena Silverthread, changeling assassin rogue
-Glass, kenku vengeance paladin