What are some of your favorite stories from adventures past? I'll start off with one that we still talk about at our table despite it happening almost 10 years ago.
I was playing instead of DMing at 3.5. In this campaign my party got into a fight with a local gang, despite having more pressing matters to attend to. The gang brought down the rogue, but didn't kill her, but we vanquished enough of them to send them scurrying. The rogue's player excused herself to go to the bathroom and I told the DM I was going to steal her golden necklace. It was only worth about 150 gp. Everyone but her knew what happened to the necklace but we convinced her the gang members stole it. Every time we rolled into that town, she would track down members of that gang to try to get that necklace back. Of course, none of them had any clue what she was talking about.
Made for some great adventuring and roleplaying. A long time later, I sold it to a traveling merchant. A few adventures after this we were in another city and she went into a jewelry shop. She spotted the necklace.She goes ballistic on the merchant, who tells her he got it from another merchant. She buys the necklace back for 200 gp. Then is trying to push the party into tracking this other merchant down to find out who sold it to him. Good thing we had more pressing things to do.
To this day, that particular player still doesn't know what happened to that necklace, but it sure made for some great adventuring and roleplaying.
I forget most of the details, but we had the eye of a demon/necromanacer/or something and was taking it to a temple, maybe? Anyway, I was on watch during the night and it got into my head and had me tear out my eye and put in the evil eye. It was very traumatic at the time. :-P
In 4th Ed our group would twice a year make a D&D marathon, 24 hours of gaming! with maybe 5 or 6 breaks for food and potty, no naps or anything, even though when we reached the 19th or 20th hour, half od the table was kinda sleeping on their notes or with their heads backwards on their chairs, that was some sigth to see.
Anyway, during that time, i think we spent a good like 10 hours doing some quests related to Kobolds for a village who had problems with them.
After some time we ended up near the Kobold village, they where in the middle of some sort of ceremony, so all the 80 kobolds had their attention focused on the ceremony, with a Huge bonfire in the middle.
We devised a plan, one of us knew a spell that allowed him to manipulate fire, like their colors, intensity, heat brightness etc
So he would use it to make the bonfire bright has shit, blind the Kobolds, while we use the opportunity to all take them down or at least has fast as we could.
Now 80 critters might sound like a huge numbers just for a party of 5 guys, but in 4th in an attempt to make stuff more Heroic and cinematic( wich worked great honestly) and make it something like LotR movies where they go through dozens of grunts, you had the "Minion" type of ennemy.
A minion had all the stats, defenses, gear then the normal version of the monster, but it only had 1HP, si if you hit it, you oneshoted it.
In 4th encounters usually had like 6 minions and 3-4 regular monsters and in some cases "Solo Brutes" who wherre Elites versions of those monsters, like mini bosses.
So we had with our surprise round that the "Flare" gave use, used all the AOE's that we had, we killed like at least 45 of them, they where in the middle of a ceremony, so they where all tightly packed, then we rolled init.
Long story short, it wasn't that easy, but we killed them all, there where like 10 of them that fleed and the regular mobs stayed and fought, brining down a couple of our guys and we had to either heal them or force feed them potions.
Once this was over, we entered the largest hut and faced the Tribes Shaman, who turned into an Abysal.
My character who had a real hatred of Demons and our Dragonborn barbarian immidiatly engaged, we manage to hurt the Demon badly, but he teleports outside and tries to run for it, while i chase after it, going outside the hut and thus loosing some distance since i had to make a detour, our Barbarian friend was like nope, i want to go straight through the wall...
After some STR checks the Dm narrates " While you're running has fast as you can to keep up the distance with the Demon and passing by the hut you just left, you hear a loud thump noise, you look and see cracks in the wall of the hut!, then you hear a new sound even louder, and there's bits and debris of the hut flying in all directions while you see a Raging Dragonborn Barbarian going full on "Leeeeeeeeerrroooy!!" mode!"
We laughed our arses off, killed the demon and collected the loot.
An hour or two after that, we reach the 16th hour cap, and one of the guys who was supposed to play with us, but couldn't because of work, finally came, and he brought croissants and donuts for everyone, so he was forgiven.
He had rolled a Changeling/Shapeshifter rogue, o he tells the DM that he's taking the appareance of a Kobold so that he can travel in the area without raising suspicions from the local Kobold tribe, wich wasn't stupid at all.
So he comes in contant with our group in the jungle, the DM describe it for us and asks" what are you guys doing?", we looked at each other and decided to play a prank.
"Welp..., we take our weapons out and approach the Kobold" the guy looking nervously" hum DM?, what are they doing?" DM-"Dude, they've been genociding Kobolds for the last 10 hours" he looks at us and says" i think they're gonna skin your arse and make boots out of it!"
Just had a session that had a super hilarious thing happen during an encounter.
So the setup is that we are currently playing Tomb of Annihilation and are in the city of Omu looking for the 9 keys and we are at Kubazan's temple where i took the key in the middle of the pond which started an encounter with a Froghemoth. Now my role of the Tank obviously is to keep this Froghemoth on me while everyone else in my party just pounds this thing with arrows and spells from afar and everything is going fairly well, my AC is relatively high and i've buffed myself with defensive spells so i'm not getting hit very often and i'm able to heal myself as well while a druid, wizard and warlock keep shooting this thing spell after spell after spell. However here's where the small snag pops in, for whatever reason the druid comes in close and starts smashing at this Froghemoth with a mace, to which the Froghemoth turns around and proceeds to chomp on the Druid which results in him taking 14 damage, being blinded and restrained (due to him being caught inside of the Froghemoth's mouth.) so we do our thing, continuing to attack this thing hoping to kill it before it eats our druid when it comes the druid's turn and here's how the conversation basically panned out.
DM: ok Druid, it's your turn now
Druid(DR): ok, so can I shapeshift while i'm being chewed on?
DM: yes, though you'll have to remember that this froghemoth is MASSIVE so turning into something big like an elephant won't let it let go of you, and if you transform into something small like last time (Druid got grappled by 4 snake people in previous encounter and got out of it by turning into a mouse and running away) you might end up in the mouth and it's pretty easy to eat something small...
DR: ok, (to himself now) I wonder what kind of animal would be good to fight in this situation?
DM: well looking at your options a Black bear might be your most damaging thing to turn into
DR: (thinks for a bit) can i turn into an alligator?
DM: yea, there shouldn't be a problem with that...
DR: (thinks for a bit longer) ... yea ok i'll shapeshift into an alligator
DM: ok, now what
DR: I will bite at the Froghemoth's tongue (rolls the dice with disadvantage, still manages to land a hit), awsome! that is 7 points of damage...
DM: ok cool, now...
DR: ...and the Froghemoth is grappled
DM: ...what?
DR: yea, it says here that the bite attack grapples
DM: let me see that (looks at the book while everyone at the table is laughing their asses off), well **** me... ok, so the Froghemoth's tongue is grappled, now i'll roll to see if he regurgitates you (rolls) ok... so he fails and tries to throw you up... but since you're grappling his tongue i guess all everyone sees is a big ol' crocodile waving back and forth in the air attached to his togue as this froghemoth is panicking, trying to get him off.
It took a while for everyone to settle down from laughing so damn hard before we could continue with the encounter, the best part is that the DM's rolls for getting out of the grapple were horrendous so this pretty much continued through the encounter until we finally killed it.
We were playing evil characters in this round robin dm'ing where the dm would also play a character and in this particular encounter i was dm'ing
The wizard in our party was going through a 1 year ritual to turn into the worm that walks (a giant coagulation of worms for those of you who don't know what that is) and a cabal of gold dragons with humanoid minions known as the gold guard found out and attacked our gold mine my characters troops distracted their soldiers whilst me and the wizard dealt with the adult and the ancient dragon siblings (we were relatively high level) it was a grueling battle that nearly killed both of us, we killed the adult which pissed of the ancient. We managed to knock the ancient to 0 but we specified non lethal. the wizard cruicified the dragon onto the side of a large pyramid ziggurat in the same cavern where we cut it's wings off and carved STAY AWAY into it's scales we then teleported it to the nearby megacity that were planning an assault on us......
Alrighty, I don't have too many stories but these two from my pseudo-regular Saturday group should suffice.
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When our group started, this wierd thing happened where each player showed up one at a time for the first few weeks. As it happens, the barbarian and I, a dex-based fighter, agreed that we should be long-lost childhood friends who bonded over this one time we played lyre together (this is apparently a common trope in Chinese war movies. Who knew?)
Anyway, once we've met, this elf shows up and asks us to clear some gerblins out of the town of Nightstone. Seeing as how we had nothing better to do and near empty wallets (first level problems) we agree and set off. On the way, my character ABSOLUTELY mouthed off about how good at archery he was. Hey, with 19 dex and +9 to ranged combat, how could he not?
Oh hubris, how I hate thee...
When we arrived at Nightstone, we were met by a Warg (I know, there's meant to be two, but our DM is merciful and we dealt with the other one later). The barbarian ran forward and tossed a javelin at it. I on the other hand gave a roguish smirk, aimed an arrow, took a breath and...smacked myself in the face with my bow. Yep, my first roll of the campaign was a one. I gained one point of bludgeoning damage and about a million points of damage to my ego.
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Later on, when more of our party was able to join (namely the druid and ranger) we were searching the town to get rid of the gerblins. Now, before you accuse us of murderhoboing, I did try to tell them to leave or we'd do to them what we did to the warg. Evidently, the message didn't sink in, so we went around killing gerblins and looting houses.
Now, my fighter doesn't have much issue with stealing, so long as it's from jerks. As far as we knew, the people in this town were not only alive, but had very little, so I kicked up a bit of a stink about this and since the barbarian was recovering from a grievous wound (we flubbed it trying to jump a bridge and she wasn't at the table that night) I had nobody to back me up, so they went around pocketing loose change and cheap necklaces.
This continued until we reached a house that had been half destroyed by a boulder from the sky. As the others rifled through the town chronicler's stuff, I noticed a swift-moving and probably scared ball of fur hide under a table. In exchange for me not complaining about them stealing some gold, they let me have a roast chicken that we liberated from the inn to coax the creature out. Seeing as how the former owner of this place left ten gold lying around, I agreed.
As it turns out, it was no ordinary cat (which would have been pretty sweet) but a tressym. After a little coaxing and some chin scratches, I found myself the new owner of Zephyr, the bestest tressym ever to tressym.
So far, Zephyr hasn't done much more than be cute, but there's plenty more campaign to go!
A little while ago my brother and I were in a game together; he was playing a gnome warlock named Heinie, and he did a great job roleplaying his relationship with his Elder God patron - constantly talking to someone no one else could see, etc. etc. Our DM decided he wanted to mess with my brother a bit, and he explained the plan to the rest of the party: he was going to create an NPC that only Heinie could see, and the rest of us - both in character and out of character - would simply never acknowledge this NPC's existence. The NPC's name was Bart, and he took the form of a fellow gnome.
Not long after Bart first made his appearance, we visited Davey Jones (played by David Bowie) because we needed to retrieve a magic item from his locker. He agreed to let us fetch it, and he also said we could help ourselves to whatever else we wanted in there. Turns out he said that because he figured we probably wouldn't make it out alive; Davey Jones's locker was a classic trap- and monster-filled dungeon crawl.
Once we realized what we were dealing with, we of course adopted the classic overly-paranoid approach to every new room or situation we encountered. At one point we found a room with three doors on the far side; we determined (or maybe we just assumed - I can't remember) that the floor was trapped, so Heinie cast Fly on himself - he wasn't yet high enough level to cast it on more than one person - and floated on over to investigate the doors. Behind one of the doors he found a mysterious bottle of liquid, but he failed his check to identify it. Being the degenerate ******** that we are, the rest of the party started hollering at him to drink it. At this point, Bart appeared and said, "I wouldn't drink that if I were you, Heinie! It's a really bad idea."
Now, my brother had already figured out that he was the only one who could see Bart, and so he immediately said, "I don't trust a damn thing you say! I drink the liquid."
Turns out the bottle was full of Universal Solvent. It dissolved his lower jaw completely and instantly killed him. Fortunately we had the diamonds on hand to revivify him... but he still didn't have a lower jaw anymore. He couldn't speak properly for a few sessions after that (once again excellently roleplayed by my brother), but when we got out of Davey Jones's locker, Davey did us a favor and gave Heinie an octopus beak to replace his mangled mouth.
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So this isn't so much a story as it is just something that's currently happening with an NPC that we're doing right now at first by accident and now completely on purpose.
So as you may know from my previous post, my group is currently running the Tomb of Annihilation and we are in the City of Omu looking for the keys. Now i didn't mention this before but during our questing we found a man named Orvex and he's sorta become our unofficial guide for Omu, translating plaques and informing us of the different factions, creatures and lore of the city. Now here's the thing, me and my cousin do not take notes, I did but every time i would lose them so i just thought "**** it" and my cousin forgets to take notes, we're both new to DND so i'm sure we'll start getting into the habit eventually but for now we leave it to one of our guys who takes notes almost religiously. Now during our last session my cousin and I needed to talk to Orvex but we had both forgotten his name and so my cousin, trying to remember his name calls him "Korvec" to which Orvex responds that his name is Orvex and he proceeds to answer his question, but again, my cousin and i don't take notes. So during the campaign my cousin and I keep talking about what we're gonna do, what we should do, what we think will happen during the campaign and every time we refer to Orvex, we call him Korvec, not in-game but during out-game discussions, all the while the DM is only have paying attention to us as he describes what's going on and while he's talking to the other PC's, eventually however even he begins calling Orvex, Korvec though he quickly corrects himself, but upon noticing this my cousin and I give each other a look and and a nod. From this point on we started talking to Orvex in-game a lot more except we keep calling him Korvec, everyone else at the table catches on and now everyone is calling him Korvec and every single time Orvex would try and correct us saying things like "It's Orvex you idiots!" and he gets particularly mad at everyone except my character who's a Paladin and I've saved his life so whenever I call him Korvec he seems to just ignore the fact that i've done so, especially since whenever I talk to him i try to be as cheery with him as possible so that he can't get mad at me. Eventually though through the campaign we again changed how we were calling him and started calling him Korry, which of course frustrates him more, we even meet up with some of the survivors of his old group and when they hear us calling him Korry they ask "I thought your name was Orvex" and he shouts "IT IS!!!". by the end of the session we've all agreed that by the time we get to the tomb and if Orvex is still alive, we will try to have changed his name to batman.
I've got a few funny stories, two of which stem from adventures that me and my friends went through while running campaigns for our YT channel, and one that came in a game that my friend had created for his first time DMing.
So, in my friend's game, I was playing a Dragonborn fighter (coincidentally, it was also my first time playing D&D, so I went with something fairly basic), and we were investigating a village that had burnt down, as well as the father of a girl from a completely different village, and we tracked down her father and the source of the fire to an island, where we had to fight a dragon priest as four members of a Level 1 party. Nowadays, we know that's suicide, but we didn't know any better at the time. Surprisingly, we won, freeing the girl's father (who turned out to be a dragon priest as well), and he summoned his master, an Ancient Red Dragon, who revealed that he was going to take back the continent from the humans' control, citing feelings of distrust. While the rest of my party fled in terror and/or died, I stayed there and tried to reason with him (again, suicide), and I ended up striking a bargain with him-if I could defeat his dragon priest, he'd leave the continent. He agreed, and I began fighting the dragon priest with 1 HP remaining. Surprisingly, thanks to some bad dice rolls on his part, I actually managed to win...and then the dragon just ate me and burnt the world anyways. But I still won, though, so I count that as a victory for myself.
Much later, probably about 6 months ago, my friend (different one) was DMing Whiteplume Mountain for our YT channel, and my party found a small pool of water. Since I was playing a Wizard, I cast Alter Self and jumped in to investigate. The only problem was, I had forgotten to protect my spellbook, causing it to be soaked. Later on, we encountered a group of Kelpies in a large room nearly filled with water. I crit-failed my Wisdom saving throw, and started drowning myself. After another crit-fail and another fail, I shook it off and was healed, and we never finished that game. I also started making more of my characters elves and half-elves, just because of their Fey Ancestry trait, and started experimenting with other magic-using classes.
The last one actually happened about very recently, and was DMed by the same friend for our YT channel. A session before, we were jumped by a Yuan-Ti while trying to enter a temple that we thought was being overrun by them, leading to a surprise round in which she did nothing (thank you, Fey Ancestry) and we promptly murdered her. As we infiltrated the temple, I started getting really lucky. I was rolling extremely high, and had gotten quite a few natural 20s. As we progressed, we freed a new member of our party, and we fought a single Yuan-Ti in a room. As we started beating up on it, and it failed to control the new member, it tried to escape, provoking Attacks of Opportunity from the other three members of the party. As it turns out, we ALL rolled natural 20s on our attacks of opportunity, leading to huge outbursts and attempts (very bad ones) to calculate the odds. I ended the session having rolled at least 5 natural 20s, and wondering-what on earth was that die doing?
Anyways, those are my funny D&D stories. What're yours?
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What are some of your favorite stories from adventures past? I'll start off with one that we still talk about at our table despite it happening almost 10 years ago.
I was playing instead of DMing at 3.5. In this campaign my party got into a fight with a local gang, despite having more pressing matters to attend to. The gang brought down the rogue, but didn't kill her, but we vanquished enough of them to send them scurrying. The rogue's player excused herself to go to the bathroom and I told the DM I was going to steal her golden necklace. It was only worth about 150 gp. Everyone but her knew what happened to the necklace but we convinced her the gang members stole it. Every time we rolled into that town, she would track down members of that gang to try to get that necklace back. Of course, none of them had any clue what she was talking about.
Made for some great adventuring and roleplaying. A long time later, I sold it to a traveling merchant. A few adventures after this we were in another city and she went into a jewelry shop. She spotted the necklace.She goes ballistic on the merchant, who tells her he got it from another merchant. She buys the necklace back for 200 gp. Then is trying to push the party into tracking this other merchant down to find out who sold it to him. Good thing we had more pressing things to do.
To this day, that particular player still doesn't know what happened to that necklace, but it sure made for some great adventuring and roleplaying.
I forget most of the details, but we had the eye of a demon/necromanacer/or something and was taking it to a temple, maybe? Anyway, I was on watch during the night and it got into my head and had me tear out my eye and put in the evil eye. It was very traumatic at the time. :-P
In 4th Ed our group would twice a year make a D&D marathon, 24 hours of gaming! with maybe 5 or 6 breaks for food and potty, no naps or anything, even though when we reached the 19th or 20th hour, half od the table was kinda sleeping on their notes or with their heads backwards on their chairs, that was some sigth to see.
Anyway, during that time, i think we spent a good like 10 hours doing some quests related to Kobolds for a village who had problems with them.
After some time we ended up near the Kobold village, they where in the middle of some sort of ceremony, so all the 80 kobolds had their attention focused on the ceremony, with a Huge bonfire in the middle.
We devised a plan, one of us knew a spell that allowed him to manipulate fire, like their colors, intensity, heat brightness etc
So he would use it to make the bonfire bright has shit, blind the Kobolds, while we use the opportunity to all take them down or at least has fast as we could.
Now 80 critters might sound like a huge numbers just for a party of 5 guys, but in 4th in an attempt to make stuff more Heroic and cinematic( wich worked great honestly) and make it something like LotR movies where they go through dozens of grunts, you had the "Minion" type of ennemy.
A minion had all the stats, defenses, gear then the normal version of the monster, but it only had 1HP, si if you hit it, you oneshoted it.
In 4th encounters usually had like 6 minions and 3-4 regular monsters and in some cases "Solo Brutes" who wherre Elites versions of those monsters, like mini bosses.
So we had with our surprise round that the "Flare" gave use, used all the AOE's that we had, we killed like at least 45 of them, they where in the middle of a ceremony, so they where all tightly packed, then we rolled init.
Long story short, it wasn't that easy, but we killed them all, there where like 10 of them that fleed and the regular mobs stayed and fought, brining down a couple of our guys and we had to either heal them or force feed them potions.
Once this was over, we entered the largest hut and faced the Tribes Shaman, who turned into an Abysal.
My character who had a real hatred of Demons and our Dragonborn barbarian immidiatly engaged, we manage to hurt the Demon badly, but he teleports outside and tries to run for it, while i chase after it, going outside the hut and thus loosing some distance since i had to make a detour, our Barbarian friend was like nope, i want to go straight through the wall...
After some STR checks the Dm narrates " While you're running has fast as you can to keep up the distance with the Demon and passing by the hut you just left, you hear a loud thump noise, you look and see cracks in the wall of the hut!, then you hear a new sound even louder, and there's bits and debris of the hut flying in all directions while you see a Raging Dragonborn Barbarian going full on "Leeeeeeeeerrroooy!!" mode!"
We laughed our arses off, killed the demon and collected the loot.
An hour or two after that, we reach the 16th hour cap, and one of the guys who was supposed to play with us, but couldn't because of work, finally came, and he brought croissants and donuts for everyone, so he was forgiven.
He had rolled a Changeling/Shapeshifter rogue, o he tells the DM that he's taking the appareance of a Kobold so that he can travel in the area without raising suspicions from the local Kobold tribe, wich wasn't stupid at all.
So he comes in contant with our group in the jungle, the DM describe it for us and asks" what are you guys doing?", we looked at each other and decided to play a prank.
"Welp..., we take our weapons out and approach the Kobold" the guy looking nervously" hum DM?, what are they doing?" DM-"Dude, they've been genociding Kobolds for the last 10 hours" he looks at us and says" i think they're gonna skin your arse and make boots out of it!"
We had to make a pause because of the laughing...
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Just had a session that had a super hilarious thing happen during an encounter.
So the setup is that we are currently playing Tomb of Annihilation and are in the city of Omu looking for the 9 keys and we are at Kubazan's temple where i took the key in the middle of the pond which started an encounter with a Froghemoth. Now my role of the Tank obviously is to keep this Froghemoth on me while everyone else in my party just pounds this thing with arrows and spells from afar and everything is going fairly well, my AC is relatively high and i've buffed myself with defensive spells so i'm not getting hit very often and i'm able to heal myself as well while a druid, wizard and warlock keep shooting this thing spell after spell after spell. However here's where the small snag pops in, for whatever reason the druid comes in close and starts smashing at this Froghemoth with a mace, to which the Froghemoth turns around and proceeds to chomp on the Druid which results in him taking 14 damage, being blinded and restrained (due to him being caught inside of the Froghemoth's mouth.) so we do our thing, continuing to attack this thing hoping to kill it before it eats our druid when it comes the druid's turn and here's how the conversation basically panned out.
DM: ok Druid, it's your turn now
Druid(DR): ok, so can I shapeshift while i'm being chewed on?
DM: yes, though you'll have to remember that this froghemoth is MASSIVE so turning into something big like an elephant won't let it let go of you, and if you transform into something small like last time (Druid got grappled by 4 snake people in previous encounter and got out of it by turning into a mouse and running away) you might end up in the mouth and it's pretty easy to eat something small...
DR: ok, (to himself now) I wonder what kind of animal would be good to fight in this situation?
DM: well looking at your options a Black bear might be your most damaging thing to turn into
DR: (thinks for a bit) can i turn into an alligator?
DM: yea, there shouldn't be a problem with that...
DR: (thinks for a bit longer) ... yea ok i'll shapeshift into an alligator
DM: ok, now what
DR: I will bite at the Froghemoth's tongue (rolls the dice with disadvantage, still manages to land a hit), awsome! that is 7 points of damage...
DM: ok cool, now...
DR: ...and the Froghemoth is grappled
DM: ...what?
DR: yea, it says here that the bite attack grapples
DM: let me see that (looks at the book while everyone at the table is laughing their asses off), well **** me... ok, so the Froghemoth's tongue is grappled, now i'll roll to see if he regurgitates you (rolls) ok... so he fails and tries to throw you up... but since you're grappling his tongue i guess all everyone sees is a big ol' crocodile waving back and forth in the air attached to his togue as this froghemoth is panicking, trying to get him off.
It took a while for everyone to settle down from laughing so damn hard before we could continue with the encounter, the best part is that the DM's rolls for getting out of the grapple were horrendous so this pretty much continued through the encounter until we finally killed it.
We were playing evil characters in this round robin dm'ing where the dm would also play a character and in this particular encounter i was dm'ing
The wizard in our party was going through a 1 year ritual to turn into the worm that walks (a giant coagulation of worms for those of you who don't know what that is) and a cabal of gold dragons with humanoid minions known as the gold guard found out and attacked our gold mine my characters troops distracted their soldiers whilst me and the wizard dealt with the adult and the ancient dragon siblings (we were relatively high level) it was a grueling battle that nearly killed both of us, we killed the adult which pissed of the ancient. We managed to knock the ancient to 0 but we specified non lethal. the wizard cruicified the dragon onto the side of a large pyramid ziggurat in the same cavern where we cut it's wings off and carved STAY AWAY into it's scales we then teleported it to the nearby megacity that were planning an assault on us......
They never attacked
Alrighty, I don't have too many stories but these two from my pseudo-regular Saturday group should suffice.
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When our group started, this wierd thing happened where each player showed up one at a time for the first few weeks. As it happens, the barbarian and I, a dex-based fighter, agreed that we should be long-lost childhood friends who bonded over this one time we played lyre together (this is apparently a common trope in Chinese war movies. Who knew?)
Anyway, once we've met, this elf shows up and asks us to clear some gerblins out of the town of Nightstone. Seeing as how we had nothing better to do and near empty wallets (first level problems) we agree and set off. On the way, my character ABSOLUTELY mouthed off about how good at archery he was. Hey, with 19 dex and +9 to ranged combat, how could he not?
Oh hubris, how I hate thee...
When we arrived at Nightstone, we were met by a Warg (I know, there's meant to be two, but our DM is merciful and we dealt with the other one later). The barbarian ran forward and tossed a javelin at it. I on the other hand gave a roguish smirk, aimed an arrow, took a breath and...smacked myself in the face with my bow. Yep, my first roll of the campaign was a one. I gained one point of bludgeoning damage and about a million points of damage to my ego.
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Later on, when more of our party was able to join (namely the druid and ranger) we were searching the town to get rid of the gerblins. Now, before you accuse us of murderhoboing, I did try to tell them to leave or we'd do to them what we did to the warg. Evidently, the message didn't sink in, so we went around killing gerblins and looting houses.
Now, my fighter doesn't have much issue with stealing, so long as it's from jerks. As far as we knew, the people in this town were not only alive, but had very little, so I kicked up a bit of a stink about this and since the barbarian was recovering from a grievous wound (we flubbed it trying to jump a bridge and she wasn't at the table that night) I had nobody to back me up, so they went around pocketing loose change and cheap necklaces.
This continued until we reached a house that had been half destroyed by a boulder from the sky. As the others rifled through the town chronicler's stuff, I noticed a swift-moving and probably scared ball of fur hide under a table. In exchange for me not complaining about them stealing some gold, they let me have a roast chicken that we liberated from the inn to coax the creature out. Seeing as how the former owner of this place left ten gold lying around, I agreed.
As it turns out, it was no ordinary cat (which would have been pretty sweet) but a tressym. After a little coaxing and some chin scratches, I found myself the new owner of Zephyr, the bestest tressym ever to tressym.
So far, Zephyr hasn't done much more than be cute, but there's plenty more campaign to go!
@supereece - I can picture the Froghemoth dry heaving with an alligator doing the death roll on his tongue.
A little while ago my brother and I were in a game together; he was playing a gnome warlock named Heinie, and he did a great job roleplaying his relationship with his Elder God patron - constantly talking to someone no one else could see, etc. etc. Our DM decided he wanted to mess with my brother a bit, and he explained the plan to the rest of the party: he was going to create an NPC that only Heinie could see, and the rest of us - both in character and out of character - would simply never acknowledge this NPC's existence. The NPC's name was Bart, and he took the form of a fellow gnome.
Not long after Bart first made his appearance, we visited Davey Jones (played by David Bowie) because we needed to retrieve a magic item from his locker. He agreed to let us fetch it, and he also said we could help ourselves to whatever else we wanted in there. Turns out he said that because he figured we probably wouldn't make it out alive; Davey Jones's locker was a classic trap- and monster-filled dungeon crawl.
Once we realized what we were dealing with, we of course adopted the classic overly-paranoid approach to every new room or situation we encountered. At one point we found a room with three doors on the far side; we determined (or maybe we just assumed - I can't remember) that the floor was trapped, so Heinie cast Fly on himself - he wasn't yet high enough level to cast it on more than one person - and floated on over to investigate the doors. Behind one of the doors he found a mysterious bottle of liquid, but he failed his check to identify it. Being the degenerate ******** that we are, the rest of the party started hollering at him to drink it. At this point, Bart appeared and said, "I wouldn't drink that if I were you, Heinie! It's a really bad idea."
Now, my brother had already figured out that he was the only one who could see Bart, and so he immediately said, "I don't trust a damn thing you say! I drink the liquid."
Turns out the bottle was full of Universal Solvent. It dissolved his lower jaw completely and instantly killed him. Fortunately we had the diamonds on hand to revivify him... but he still didn't have a lower jaw anymore. He couldn't speak properly for a few sessions after that (once again excellently roleplayed by my brother), but when we got out of Davey Jones's locker, Davey did us a favor and gave Heinie an octopus beak to replace his mangled mouth.
"We're the perfect combination of expendable and unkillable!"
So this isn't so much a story as it is just something that's currently happening with an NPC that we're doing right now at first by accident and now completely on purpose.
So as you may know from my previous post, my group is currently running the Tomb of Annihilation and we are in the City of Omu looking for the keys. Now i didn't mention this before but during our questing we found a man named Orvex and he's sorta become our unofficial guide for Omu, translating plaques and informing us of the different factions, creatures and lore of the city. Now here's the thing, me and my cousin do not take notes, I did but every time i would lose them so i just thought "**** it" and my cousin forgets to take notes, we're both new to DND so i'm sure we'll start getting into the habit eventually but for now we leave it to one of our guys who takes notes almost religiously. Now during our last session my cousin and I needed to talk to Orvex but we had both forgotten his name and so my cousin, trying to remember his name calls him "Korvec" to which Orvex responds that his name is Orvex and he proceeds to answer his question, but again, my cousin and i don't take notes. So during the campaign my cousin and I keep talking about what we're gonna do, what we should do, what we think will happen during the campaign and every time we refer to Orvex, we call him Korvec, not in-game but during out-game discussions, all the while the DM is only have paying attention to us as he describes what's going on and while he's talking to the other PC's, eventually however even he begins calling Orvex, Korvec though he quickly corrects himself, but upon noticing this my cousin and I give each other a look and and a nod. From this point on we started talking to Orvex in-game a lot more except we keep calling him Korvec, everyone else at the table catches on and now everyone is calling him Korvec and every single time Orvex would try and correct us saying things like "It's Orvex you idiots!" and he gets particularly mad at everyone except my character who's a Paladin and I've saved his life so whenever I call him Korvec he seems to just ignore the fact that i've done so, especially since whenever I talk to him i try to be as cheery with him as possible so that he can't get mad at me. Eventually though through the campaign we again changed how we were calling him and started calling him Korry, which of course frustrates him more, we even meet up with some of the survivors of his old group and when they hear us calling him Korry they ask "I thought your name was Orvex" and he shouts "IT IS!!!". by the end of the session we've all agreed that by the time we get to the tomb and if Orvex is still alive, we will try to have changed his name to batman.
I've got a few funny stories, two of which stem from adventures that me and my friends went through while running campaigns for our YT channel, and one that came in a game that my friend had created for his first time DMing.
So, in my friend's game, I was playing a Dragonborn fighter (coincidentally, it was also my first time playing D&D, so I went with something fairly basic), and we were investigating a village that had burnt down, as well as the father of a girl from a completely different village, and we tracked down her father and the source of the fire to an island, where we had to fight a dragon priest as four members of a Level 1 party. Nowadays, we know that's suicide, but we didn't know any better at the time. Surprisingly, we won, freeing the girl's father (who turned out to be a dragon priest as well), and he summoned his master, an Ancient Red Dragon, who revealed that he was going to take back the continent from the humans' control, citing feelings of distrust. While the rest of my party fled in terror and/or died, I stayed there and tried to reason with him (again, suicide), and I ended up striking a bargain with him-if I could defeat his dragon priest, he'd leave the continent. He agreed, and I began fighting the dragon priest with 1 HP remaining. Surprisingly, thanks to some bad dice rolls on his part, I actually managed to win...and then the dragon just ate me and burnt the world anyways. But I still won, though, so I count that as a victory for myself.
Much later, probably about 6 months ago, my friend (different one) was DMing Whiteplume Mountain for our YT channel, and my party found a small pool of water. Since I was playing a Wizard, I cast Alter Self and jumped in to investigate. The only problem was, I had forgotten to protect my spellbook, causing it to be soaked. Later on, we encountered a group of Kelpies in a large room nearly filled with water. I crit-failed my Wisdom saving throw, and started drowning myself. After another crit-fail and another fail, I shook it off and was healed, and we never finished that game. I also started making more of my characters elves and half-elves, just because of their Fey Ancestry trait, and started experimenting with other magic-using classes.
The last one actually happened about very recently, and was DMed by the same friend for our YT channel. A session before, we were jumped by a Yuan-Ti while trying to enter a temple that we thought was being overrun by them, leading to a surprise round in which she did nothing (thank you, Fey Ancestry) and we promptly murdered her. As we infiltrated the temple, I started getting really lucky. I was rolling extremely high, and had gotten quite a few natural 20s. As we progressed, we freed a new member of our party, and we fought a single Yuan-Ti in a room. As we started beating up on it, and it failed to control the new member, it tried to escape, provoking Attacks of Opportunity from the other three members of the party. As it turns out, we ALL rolled natural 20s on our attacks of opportunity, leading to huge outbursts and attempts (very bad ones) to calculate the odds. I ended the session having rolled at least 5 natural 20s, and wondering-what on earth was that die doing?
Anyways, those are my funny D&D stories. What're yours?
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