I'd just like to hear some of the strange/stupid/bogus encounters you came across in campaigns
"...You come into a moldy forest cave that smells distinctly of goblin farts. In front of you, the gas begins to come together to form a brown-green, disguising air elemental. It passes right through you, bringing a worse smell to your noses before it disappears."
I was DM annd decided to get the PC's to do brain surgery on a dragon that got turned into a unicorn. It ended up killing the wizard because it only allows females to touch him and they dressed her up. We didn't hhave a girl in our group.
Dire cows. We were going down a mountain, and there were dire cows, just grazing there (which promptly decided to attack us). My normally calm, wise, serene Tortle Cleric was very freaked out, staring and repeatedly saying “Dire cows. Dire cows. Dire cows."
Resisting is simply standing in front of the tide and pushing at it. Even if you endure at first, you will eventually break down. Adapting, by contrast, is turning into a fish.
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Rangers are not underpowered. They’re just exploration-oriented.
The players arrived at a jail and their was this former gladiator guard with 112 hit points like all gladiators. But the Level 1 party did not know this so they tried to take him and destroy him. It ended with every body thrown in jail and the gladiators was their new warden.
This might be really weird/confusing out of context, but here goes:
Let me tell you the tragic story of Pickle Cleric.
So our Cleric (and brother of the DM, who the DM wanted dead or nerfed) got one-shot disintegrated by a beholder. In the story of our campaign, he was my apprentice/disciple, and a well liked player. So obviously,we begged the DM to give us a way to revive him. The DM grudgingly said that if we matched his ashes with an equal amount of holy water from the spring at the temple city of Xenaldren (in the lore, this is the only source of holy water in this world). Fortunately, as both the Cleric and I were both members of the temples religion (we live at the temple in a neighboring temple) I already had a small flask of the holy water. I point this out, and the DM says: "no that's not enough water to revive the whole body, sorry man". Of course, I ask: "Ok then, I choose to reanimate a small part of the ashes. I choose the head."
The DM says: "Fine. The Cleric's head reforms from the ashes. It is now a severed head and in immense pain. He will die again in 10 seconds if you do not do not get some powerful health potions into his bloodstream". Of course, I then ask if I can feed him a greater potion of healing. The DM replies: "Since he is currently stomachless, drinking a potion is impossible. Checkmate. He's gonna die and you can't stop me." I then reply: "Who said anything about feeding him?"
I then take a large glass jar from my backpack, place the severed head in the jar, and pour my poton into it and seal the jar. I then explain that instead of just having him drink the potion, having exposed blood vessels in it would probably amplify the potions restorative powers even more. The DM reluctantly agrees that the Cleric's head lives, and after putting the glass jar in the helmet of a Shield Guardian we killed, our Cleric temporarily has 0 walk speed, 20 AC (because helmet) and can only attack with vocal spells.
HE IS LITERALLY A CLERIC IN A PICKLE JAR.
And thus, the legend of Pickle Cleric was born. He has yet to regain a body, but is doing just fine being carried into battle under the arm of our bard. (No Rick and Morty stans, there was no Pickle Rick joke intended here, nobody in our group has even watched it).
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Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely. If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
We had a very amusing encounter where we were clearing out mephits from a mad scientists laboratory, and the DM had a random table for the potions. One player suddenly projected a stream of eggs from every major orifice, one grew a tree from the workbench which produced kittens instead of fruit, and another potion just created a multitude of sheep. It was very fun!
I had a Tavern they were visiting be owned by a reclusive old mage prone to keen on experimenting. A faulty test resulted in a big cookie dough animating into a dough man which confusedly kept asking 'why was he here?', 'what is the meaning of this?'. The party were shocked, spun a gazillion theories and became irritated about this unnormal behavior. They wanted to talk to anyone who could explain the incident and were clearly annoyed that the mage didn´t give a hoot about their concerns. Next village they visited they immediately launched into query's about 'Ginger Bread men!'.
This is isn't that strange but the players where in a garden and there were 4 giant weasels in the bushes well my wizard wanted them as pets so she grabbed each and every one of them and performed my so called " Cute checks " on them. In the end we had 4 giant weasels at our command and we were about to raid and undead old alchemist's home which was the base of the undead alchemist and a wizard who ran a smuggling ring.
My current campaign has a kooky wizard named Lemort with a long white beard and a blue robe and pointy hat covered in gold stars and moons. He appears along the road from time to time, gives the PCs some helpful advice, then disappears in a shower of golden sparks.
My current campaign has a kooky wizard named Lemort with a long white beard and a blue robe and pointy hat covered in gold stars and moons. He appears along the road from time to time, gives the PCs some helpful advice, then disappears in a shower of golden sparks.
My current campaign has a kooky wizard named Lemort with a long white beard and a blue robe and pointy hat covered in gold stars and moons. He appears along the road from time to time, gives the PCs some helpful advice, then disappears in a shower of golden sparks.
So pretty much the classic fairy tale wizard.
Yep! I thought the players would either love him or hate him. Turns out they love him.
Over a year ago, near the beginning of one of the long-running games I DM, one of the characters ran into a Gelatinous Triangular Prism, after which they began to hate anything vaguely resembling a triangle. This caused a few problems.
As a DM, I had my characters get involved in a love triangle between a vampire , werewolf, and human. Took them about 30 minutes before they realized this was a twilight spoof. They convinced the human that both men weren't worth her time and she is now focusing on self growth :).
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I'd just like to hear some of the strange/stupid/bogus encounters you came across in campaigns
"...You come into a moldy forest cave that smells distinctly of goblin farts. In front of you, the gas begins to come together to form a brown-green, disguising air elemental. It passes right through you, bringing a worse smell to your noses before it disappears."
I was DM annd decided to get the PC's to do brain surgery on a dragon that got turned into a unicorn. It ended up killing the wizard because it only allows females to touch him and they dressed her up. We didn't hhave a girl in our group.
Dire cows. We were going down a mountain, and there were dire cows, just grazing there (which promptly decided to attack us). My normally calm, wise, serene Tortle Cleric was very freaked out, staring and repeatedly saying “Dire cows. Dire cows. Dire cows."
All hail the great and mighty platypus.
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Resisting is simply standing in front of the tide and pushing at it. Even if you endure at first, you will eventually break down. Adapting, by contrast, is turning into a fish.
-me
Rangers are not underpowered. They’re just exploration-oriented.
The players arrived at a jail and their was this former gladiator guard with 112 hit points like all gladiators. But the Level 1 party did not know this so they tried to take him and destroy him. It ended with every body thrown in jail and the gladiators was their new warden.
KNIGHT OF RANDOM
Halike Morgad the Dhampir fist of arlo
Sir strange one of the centaurs
Flumphs and giant chickens.
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This might be really weird/confusing out of context, but here goes:
Let me tell you the tragic story of Pickle Cleric.
So our Cleric (and brother of the DM, who the DM wanted dead or nerfed) got one-shot disintegrated by a beholder. In the story of our campaign, he was my apprentice/disciple, and a well liked player. So obviously,we begged the DM to give us a way to revive him. The DM grudgingly said that if we matched his ashes with an equal amount of holy water from the spring at the temple city of Xenaldren (in the lore, this is the only source of holy water in this world). Fortunately, as both the Cleric and I were both members of the temples religion (we live at the temple in a neighboring temple) I already had a small flask of the holy water. I point this out, and the DM says: "no that's not enough water to revive the whole body, sorry man". Of course, I ask: "Ok then, I choose to reanimate a small part of the ashes. I choose the head."
The DM says: "Fine. The Cleric's head reforms from the ashes. It is now a severed head and in immense pain. He will die again in 10 seconds if you do not do not get some powerful health potions into his bloodstream". Of course, I then ask if I can feed him a greater potion of healing. The DM replies: "Since he is currently stomachless, drinking a potion is impossible. Checkmate. He's gonna die and you can't stop me." I then reply: "Who said anything about feeding him?"
I then take a large glass jar from my backpack, place the severed head in the jar, and pour my poton into it and seal the jar. I then explain that instead of just having him drink the potion, having exposed blood vessels in it would probably amplify the potions restorative powers even more. The DM reluctantly agrees that the Cleric's head lives, and after putting the glass jar in the helmet of a Shield Guardian we killed, our Cleric temporarily has 0 walk speed, 20 AC (because helmet) and can only attack with vocal spells.
HE IS LITERALLY A CLERIC IN A PICKLE JAR.
And thus, the legend of Pickle Cleric was born. He has yet to regain a body, but is doing just fine being carried into battle under the arm of our bard. (No Rick and Morty stans, there was no Pickle Rick joke intended here, nobody in our group has even watched it).
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely.
If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
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We had a very amusing encounter where we were clearing out mephits from a mad scientists laboratory, and the DM had a random table for the potions. One player suddenly projected a stream of eggs from every major orifice, one grew a tree from the workbench which produced kittens instead of fruit, and another potion just created a multitude of sheep. It was very fun!
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I had a Tavern they were visiting be owned by a reclusive old mage prone to keen on experimenting. A faulty test resulted in a big cookie dough animating into a dough man which confusedly kept asking 'why was he here?', 'what is the meaning of this?'. The party were shocked, spun a gazillion theories and became irritated about this unnormal behavior. They wanted to talk to anyone who could explain the incident and were clearly annoyed that the mage didn´t give a hoot about their concerns. Next village they visited they immediately launched into query's about 'Ginger Bread men!'.
Quite a successful diversion in my opinion :)
This is isn't that strange but the players where in a garden and there were 4 giant weasels in the bushes well my wizard wanted them as pets so she grabbed each and every one of them and performed my so called " Cute checks " on them. In the end we had 4 giant weasels at our command and we were about to raid and undead old alchemist's home which was the base of the undead alchemist and a wizard who ran a smuggling ring.
KNIGHT OF RANDOM
Halike Morgad the Dhampir fist of arlo
Sir strange one of the centaurs
My current campaign has a kooky wizard named Lemort with a long white beard and a blue robe and pointy hat covered in gold stars and moons. He appears along the road from time to time, gives the PCs some helpful advice, then disappears in a shower of golden sparks.
Wizard (Gandalf) of the Tolkien Club
So pretty much the classic fairy tale wizard.
KNIGHT OF RANDOM
Halike Morgad the Dhampir fist of arlo
Sir strange one of the centaurs
Yep! I thought the players would either love him or hate him. Turns out they love him.
Wizard (Gandalf) of the Tolkien Club
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Over a year ago, near the beginning of one of the long-running games I DM, one of the characters ran into a Gelatinous Triangular Prism, after which they began to hate anything vaguely resembling a triangle. This caused a few problems.
As a DM, I had my characters get involved in a love triangle between a vampire , werewolf, and human. Took them about 30 minutes before they realized this was a twilight spoof. They convinced the human that both men weren't worth her time and she is now focusing on self growth :).