I'll go first, we were just starting out by falling through a volcano and came across a group of gnomes. As it turns out, one of us was racist against gnomes and drop kicked an elderly lady gnome, along with the time I punched a living wall, got one hand stuck in it, and then proceeded to punch with my other hand, thus taking damage. Then there was the time we restrained our gnome hater and she screamed so loud it attracted other enemies. There was also the time I managed to get a -4 on Charisma, so I tried to comfort a group of gnomes from those headless bat things by saying, in a very panicked voice, "E V E R Y T H I N G I S G O I N G T O B E O K A Y" Thus panicking them more. So what about you?
we were on a train, transporting a small bag of incredibly valuable magic rocks, while our boss, an npc, was grabbing drinks out of a magical mini fridge TM, a guy in a trench coat stole the rocks. i tried to get him to stop by shoving the drinks into my bag, but apparently they were opened and my bag just started dripping a mix of alcohol. since he wasnt helping we went to the front of the train car and talked to security, they asked for proof the person stole something from us, so i said "we have a drunk guy in the back of the train?" nat. flippin. 20. which to that character at that time was a 31. it is now the tagline whenever someone asks for proof of anything in game.
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Aguefort: Death is a part of life, eternal and unforgiving. It exists around us in all places.
Aguefort: It's a spoon, when all you need is a knife.
Aguefort: A life for a life, eh Mr. Gibbons?
Brennan: Principal Aguefort takes out a gun and shoots him in the head.
There are two moments that come immediately to mind, and both were during the Curse of Strahd campaign. My players were fighting Baba Yaga and her hut came to life. As it was creeping toward the party, the barbarian had the Daern's Instant Fortress that the party found in Castle Ravenloft. He took the small cube, threw it at the Hut while saying the command phrase and the fortress sprung up hitting the Hut and dealing a substantial amount of improvised damage to it. Another moment was at the finale, the party arrives at Castle Ravenloft in the middle of Strahd's wedding to Ireena. To stop the wedding, the barbarian yet again steps up to the plate and throws a roasted pig from the dining table at Strahd. Unfortunately he rolled too low and ended up hitting Ireena with the pig, knocking her out.
In our last session my party were in Baldur's Gate and they saw a ship sail to the harbor. They recognized the ship as the same ship that had taken them to an island in the very beginning of the campaign. The party had since learned that the ship's captain is actually a pirate disguised as a legitimate merchant. It's been a while since they saw the ship and there's been a few developments along the way, including escaping a slaver gang's prison.
My players used 20-30 minutes of planning and scheming on how to get onto the ship and talk to the captain. The plan included posing as a member of the crew with Disguise Self and a couple of backup plans and fail safes if things went south. One character followed a member of the crew, used Disguise Self and entered the ship to look around. Very quickly he found out that the captain actually wanted to talk to them anyway.
my party's bard wanted to be mayor of a town. so, he made me, the stealthy guy, to break into his house and plant a dead body from my bag of holding. i go into his house, go into his meeting room, and my DM tells me that i NEED to look at a certain photo album on his desk. the mayors last name was Epstis. to put it simply, we found the "Epstis files," if you know what i mean. so, i take the files, go outside his house, and project the files onto his house in front of hundreds of people (im a artificer). our really innocent paladin sees these files, flies through the mayors bedroom window, and walks out his front door, dragging a bloody mayor.
A player was playing a young (like 8 YO) sorcerer that had thunderwave as a spell while we were first level. He runs into the combat, after I had tried to get him to be careful. He drops a thunderwave, damaging all the bad guys, a couple good guys, and collapses a decrepit building down one folks. After the DM gets finished describing the scene, I turn to the player and say, "Dude, you better lay off the burritos for a while." Everyone erupted in laughter.
I was playing a College of Lore Bard. Our rogue had been trying to pass himself off as a bard, taking the Entertainer background. He was trying to do something to get us "inside" the way a bard would talk his way into something. He rolled a low number, maybe a three. I turned to him and said, "How 'bout let the College Bard give it a shot?" Lots of laughter.
A short time later, the last bad guy of a group is severely beaten up and decides to make a break for it. As he is streaking away, I follow and cast Vicious Mockery, saying "Your Mother!", and I roll a four on damage, and he misses his save, trips and falls down dead. Another player says, "Wow! Bringing his mother into it must have really been below the belt." Lots of laughter.
A lot of the time, it is just making a clutch play and getting a good roll.
My wizard player went off task for thirty minutes running around a town trying to get someone to make a blow dart gun for him.
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“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
I was DMing a modern/future/ campaign and my characters discovered an old underground airbase with 2 functional MiG-29s. Two of the three went through two sessions getting the planes back up, only for me to tell them that they don’t know how to fly airplanes. The other guy had been reading a book, which he only revealed to them when they had left the airbase. The book was “How to fly airplanes”.
In the same campaign they were in a fight against a tank and some Marines (the U.S. didn’t like them, it’s a long story) so they ran away. The ironic thing is that the wizard had an “Anti-tank magic missike” spell, just he never checked his spellsheet. When he did, the went back to destroy the tank, only to discover that there were five more.
I pushed the hag into the pot, and apparently the book had not accounted for that. So 3 guys who DM spent around 15 minutes reading through the adventure section to see if something specific was meant to happen...... and found nothing.
In my first ever session of DnD, I was playing a human rouge. I, for whatever reason, started out with a glowing red rock of several thousand degrees. I had immunity to it's heat, but no one else did. I ended up fighting one of the other players, an Orc with 18 HP (I think). He hit me once, I threw my rock, and hit a Nat-20 that dropped him to one HP. We all lost our minds LMAO. That guy later died by stepping on a landmine so I think he was just cursed or something.
In the campaign I'm in at the moment, every character has something very good and very useless about them. In our most recent session, we spent 45 minutes trying to roll high enough to get one of our players out of a ditch. He's still in there.
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I'll go first, we were just starting out by falling through a volcano and came across a group of gnomes. As it turns out, one of us was racist against gnomes and drop kicked an elderly lady gnome, along with the time I punched a living wall, got one hand stuck in it, and then proceeded to punch with my other hand, thus taking damage. Then there was the time we restrained our gnome hater and she screamed so loud it attracted other enemies. There was also the time I managed to get a -4 on Charisma, so I tried to comfort a group of gnomes from those headless bat things by saying, in a very panicked voice, "E V E R Y T H I N G I S G O I N G T O B E O K A Y" Thus panicking them more. So what about you?
we were on a train, transporting a small bag of incredibly valuable magic rocks, while our boss, an npc, was grabbing drinks out of a magical mini fridge TM, a guy in a trench coat stole the rocks. i tried to get him to stop by shoving the drinks into my bag, but apparently they were opened and my bag just started dripping a mix of alcohol. since he wasnt helping we went to the front of the train car and talked to security, they asked for proof the person stole something from us, so i said "we have a drunk guy in the back of the train?" nat. flippin. 20. which to that character at that time was a 31. it is now the tagline whenever someone asks for proof of anything in game.
Aguefort: Death is a part of life, eternal and unforgiving. It exists around us in all places.
Aguefort: It's a spoon, when all you need is a knife.
Aguefort: A life for a life, eh Mr. Gibbons?
Brennan: Principal Aguefort takes out a gun and shoots him in the head.
Augefort: The price must be paid.
Augefort: aaaaah!
Brennan: Blam, and shoots himself in the head.
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My players keep using food as a weapon and one time the barbarian got a nat 20
Also they currently have a goblin companion who when they first meet was hiding in a bush so the paladin oneshotex him thankfully they revived him
There are two moments that come immediately to mind, and both were during the Curse of Strahd campaign. My players were fighting Baba Yaga and her hut came to life. As it was creeping toward the party, the barbarian had the Daern's Instant Fortress that the party found in Castle Ravenloft. He took the small cube, threw it at the Hut while saying the command phrase and the fortress sprung up hitting the Hut and dealing a substantial amount of improvised damage to it. Another moment was at the finale, the party arrives at Castle Ravenloft in the middle of Strahd's wedding to Ireena. To stop the wedding, the barbarian yet again steps up to the plate and throws a roasted pig from the dining table at Strahd. Unfortunately he rolled too low and ended up hitting Ireena with the pig, knocking her out.
In our last session my party were in Baldur's Gate and they saw a ship sail to the harbor. They recognized the ship as the same ship that had taken them to an island in the very beginning of the campaign. The party had since learned that the ship's captain is actually a pirate disguised as a legitimate merchant. It's been a while since they saw the ship and there's been a few developments along the way, including escaping a slaver gang's prison.
My players used 20-30 minutes of planning and scheming on how to get onto the ship and talk to the captain. The plan included posing as a member of the crew with Disguise Self and a couple of backup plans and fail safes if things went south. One character followed a member of the crew, used Disguise Self and entered the ship to look around. Very quickly he found out that the captain actually wanted to talk to them anyway.
my party's bard wanted to be mayor of a town. so, he made me, the stealthy guy, to break into his house and plant a dead body from my bag of holding. i go into his house, go into his meeting room, and my DM tells me that i NEED to look at a certain photo album on his desk. the mayors last name was Epstis. to put it simply, we found the "Epstis files," if you know what i mean. so, i take the files, go outside his house, and project the files onto his house in front of hundreds of people (im a artificer). our really innocent paladin sees these files, flies through the mayors bedroom window, and walks out his front door, dragging a bloody mayor.
A couple stories ...
A player was playing a young (like 8 YO) sorcerer that had thunderwave as a spell while we were first level. He runs into the combat, after I had tried to get him to be careful. He drops a thunderwave, damaging all the bad guys, a couple good guys, and collapses a decrepit building down one folks. After the DM gets finished describing the scene, I turn to the player and say, "Dude, you better lay off the burritos for a while." Everyone erupted in laughter.
I was playing a College of Lore Bard. Our rogue had been trying to pass himself off as a bard, taking the Entertainer background. He was trying to do something to get us "inside" the way a bard would talk his way into something. He rolled a low number, maybe a three. I turned to him and said, "How 'bout let the College Bard give it a shot?" Lots of laughter.
A short time later, the last bad guy of a group is severely beaten up and decides to make a break for it. As he is streaking away, I follow and cast Vicious Mockery, saying "Your Mother!", and I roll a four on damage, and he misses his save, trips and falls down dead. Another player says, "Wow! Bringing his mother into it must have really been below the belt." Lots of laughter.
A lot of the time, it is just making a clutch play and getting a good roll.
My wizard player went off task for thirty minutes running around a town trying to get someone to make a blow dart gun for him.
“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
I was DMing a modern/future/ campaign and my characters discovered an old underground airbase with 2 functional MiG-29s. Two of the three went through two sessions getting the planes back up, only for me to tell them that they don’t know how to fly airplanes. The other guy had been reading a book, which he only revealed to them when they had left the airbase. The book was “How to fly airplanes”.
In the same campaign they were in a fight against a tank and some Marines (the U.S. didn’t like them, it’s a long story) so they ran away. The ironic thing is that the wizard had an “Anti-tank magic missike” spell, just he never checked his spellsheet. When he did, the went back to destroy the tank, only to discover that there were five more.
I pushed the hag into the pot, and apparently the book had not accounted for that. So 3 guys who DM spent around 15 minutes reading through the adventure section to see if something specific was meant to happen...... and found nothing.
In my first ever session of DnD, I was playing a human rouge. I, for whatever reason, started out with a glowing red rock of several thousand degrees. I had immunity to it's heat, but no one else did. I ended up fighting one of the other players, an Orc with 18 HP (I think). He hit me once, I threw my rock, and hit a Nat-20 that dropped him to one HP. We all lost our minds LMAO. That guy later died by stepping on a landmine so I think he was just cursed or something.
In the campaign I'm in at the moment, every character has something very good and very useless about them. In our most recent session, we spent 45 minutes trying to roll high enough to get one of our players out of a ditch. He's still in there.