Last session my sorceress cast crown of stars on herself at the start of a dungeon. Was still up and going by the BBEG's room atop a tower. At the start of the fight she got knocked off and proceeded to polymorph herself into a giant eagle to not fall. She's now a giant eagle with a crown of stars around her head. The monk and his arrows got knocked off and she caught him. She is now a giant eagle, with a crown of stars, and a quiver full of arrows in her talons, soaring above the battlefield. I want you to imagine that. Especially when she proceeded to BOMBARD THE BBEG WITH THE STARS AS SHE SOARED OVERHEAD!
Then she landed. The BBEG was still standing. She polymorphed herself into a giant ape and, using a homebrew item, got it upped from huge to gigantic. She proceeded to grapple the BBEG, won the STR check, then SUPLEXED THEM OFF THE TOWER! Crashing down on top of them, knuckle-first, after falling a full 20d6 of fall damage distance. She not only survived thanks to the ape's HP pool but, yes, she proceeded to pound her chest in victory.
I want you to imagine all that playing out. A sorceress becoming basically the seal of the POTUS, bombarding the BBEG with the stars, then landing and becoming King Kong before suplexing them off a massive tower in a massive meteor smash.
What's the most epic thing that's happened in your campaign?
We defeated a Black Dragon and his mate. Before the next session, I wrote a ballad of the action using Greensleeves as the music. My character was a Bard named Cadenza. I remember it began this way ...
In land far east of mountain peaks
above Oirmnein, Dwarven Village ...
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Last session my tabaxi monk jumped over a pool of lava in an attempt to grab a bottle from a fire elemental who was floating in the middle of it. She missed the first time, but managed to snag it the second time- both attempts on the same turn.
Epic D&D win: for going on three months now our characters have been trying to prevent The Beast from arising. Today, our party's cleric--who is literally the worst at cleric-ing--used divine intervention and accidentally released The Beast from its prison so that it can now destroy the world.
D&D rarely gets it right, but this scene was pretty good. I've been playing a glamour bard whose main motivation is to make the gods pay for the crime of creating a world where cancer killed her grandmother. She's been at odds with the cleric since the beginning. With that in mind, picture this scene: our characters stand around the sarcophagus where Syngyn, the ancient hero who sent us on this quest, rests. We notice his chest rising and falling. Oh, my god! He's alive. Quickly my bard sends a dream to contact his sleeping mind. She aims to enlist his aid in figuring out how to move his body, because we've just fought our way through the villain's minions to get here. The villain knows where this tomb is. She'll be back, and next time it might be more than a simulacrum that she sends. Instead, the in-character author of our quest begins to explain that his body can't be moved because it is itself the focus of the spell which prevents The Beast from arising. Now, the text of dream specifically states that the caster is aware of their surrounds while in the trance, so as my character is listening, she is watching with slowly mounting horror as our cleric begins to pray in order to bring into being a literal divine hand to move the body.
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Last session my sorceress cast crown of stars on herself at the start of a dungeon. Was still up and going by the BBEG's room atop a tower. At the start of the fight she got knocked off and proceeded to polymorph herself into a giant eagle to not fall. She's now a giant eagle with a crown of stars around her head. The monk and his arrows got knocked off and she caught him. She is now a giant eagle, with a crown of stars, and a quiver full of arrows in her talons, soaring above the battlefield. I want you to imagine that. Especially when she proceeded to BOMBARD THE BBEG WITH THE STARS AS SHE SOARED OVERHEAD!
Then she landed. The BBEG was still standing. She polymorphed herself into a giant ape and, using a homebrew item, got it upped from huge to gigantic. She proceeded to grapple the BBEG, won the STR check, then SUPLEXED THEM OFF THE TOWER! Crashing down on top of them, knuckle-first, after falling a full 20d6 of fall damage distance. She not only survived thanks to the ape's HP pool but, yes, she proceeded to pound her chest in victory.
I want you to imagine all that playing out. A sorceress becoming basically the seal of the POTUS, bombarding the BBEG with the stars, then landing and becoming King Kong before suplexing them off a massive tower in a massive meteor smash.
What's the most epic thing that's happened in your campaign?
I recently concluded my Avernus campaigns with the PC's riding Tiamat into battle against Demogorgon riding Demodragon, and Orcus.
We defeated a Black Dragon and his mate. Before the next session, I wrote a ballad of the action using Greensleeves as the music. My character was a Bard named Cadenza. I remember it began this way ...
In land far east of mountain peaks
above Oirmnein, Dwarven Village ...
Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt
Last session my tabaxi monk jumped over a pool of lava in an attempt to grab a bottle from a fire elemental who was floating in the middle of it. She missed the first time, but managed to snag it the second time- both attempts on the same turn.
Only spilt the party if you see something shiny.
Ariendela Sneakerson, Half-elf Rogue (8); Harmony Wolfsbane, Tiefling Bard (10); Agnomally, Gnomish Sorcerer (3); Breeze, Tabaxi Monk (8); Grace, Dragonborn Barbarian (7); DM, Homebrew- The Sequestered Lands/Underwater Explorers; Candlekeep
Epic D&D win: for going on three months now our characters have been trying to prevent The Beast from arising. Today, our party's cleric--who is literally the worst at cleric-ing--used divine intervention and accidentally released The Beast from its prison so that it can now destroy the world.
D&D rarely gets it right, but this scene was pretty good. I've been playing a glamour bard whose main motivation is to make the gods pay for the crime of creating a world where cancer killed her grandmother. She's been at odds with the cleric since the beginning. With that in mind, picture this scene: our characters stand around the sarcophagus where Syngyn, the ancient hero who sent us on this quest, rests. We notice his chest rising and falling. Oh, my god! He's alive. Quickly my bard sends a dream to contact his sleeping mind. She aims to enlist his aid in figuring out how to move his body, because we've just fought our way through the villain's minions to get here. The villain knows where this tomb is. She'll be back, and next time it might be more than a simulacrum that she sends. Instead, the in-character author of our quest begins to explain that his body can't be moved because it is itself the focus of the spell which prevents The Beast from arising. Now, the text of dream specifically states that the caster is aware of their surrounds while in the trance, so as my character is listening, she is watching with slowly mounting horror as our cleric begins to pray in order to bring into being a literal divine hand to move the body.