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I had a player use intimidation on a lock to try and open it. I like to keep a lighthearted and non serious tone in my game so I allowed it with disadvantage. He rolled two 20s and everyone cheered and hyped him up, so I made the lock a Mimic and upon seeing an edge lord paladin sneer in its face, the mimic made a run for it
the paladin just mad dogs the lock and it said, "aight, I'ma head out."
Mimics are a dms get out of jail free card
I never even play dnd before & I always wanted to intimidate an enemy with a t pose.
@@Nikoli492 that sounds awesome XD
Mimic be like - F this s*** I’m out!
We where fighting some blood witches, they where using that magical darkness spell, so we did not know where they were. My character shouted "Marco". I think he crashed for 5 secons as the whole room started laughing. He made me roll, and 3 of the witches awnsered "Polo". Best dumb and funny moment of the campaign so far
Ok that’s good
Backstory: I'm playing a dragonborn paladin who worships Bahamut. She's felt his presence, and heard his voice, but she's not seen him yet. A big part of her character arc is based around trying to become worthy of seeing him. She prays to him every time she needs guidance, but rarely hears anything from him in reply. His previous paladins sometimes appear with advice though.
In the meantime, she's also fallen in love with an NPC. He returns the feelings and it's going well, but the party wants to leave him behind because he's vulnerable (and the characters also don't like watching them being gooey and romantic). The party confront her about it, how Bahamut might not like the relationship, and besides, wouldn't she like to see her boyfriend be safe back in town?
So she prays to Bahamut for guidance, like she always does.
DM tells me to roll a d100 to see if she hears from him or any of his previous worshipers that might have advice. I roll right on the right number to actually see him.
Bahamut appears to her, for the first time in her life, it's this HUGE moment in the character's arc, she's practically in tears of happiness.
Then he asks her what she needs help with, and she has to admit that it's for dating advice XD
Was playing a Rogue who got locked away in jail, after several failed attempts to sneak my way out by making lockpicks with prestidigitation the guard caught on and shackled my hands to a wall so I couldn't escape or use spells. With no other options left I proclaimed to the guard that I needed to use the bathroom, the guard then told my cellmate to put a poop bucket underneath my legs. Without hesitation I instantly shouted "I grab the poop bucket with my feet and fling it at the guard. The DM, immediately surprised by this asked me to roll an acrobatics check, which ended with the guard covered in poop and me getting severely beaten to near death. My cellmate seized the opportunity to disarm the guard and kill him, freeing us from our cell and allowing us to escape.
TLDR: Shackled Rogue used her feet to throw a bucket of poop at a guard to escape jail.
**gets poop bucket thrown at him**
Guard: I'll kill you for that!
Cellmate: Do you remember the basics of CQC?
Had a friend play a skeleton, and we were stuck in prison. So our dm let him take himself apart, bone by bone, and place said bones outside of the jail cell. And I had to put him back together. He then broke us out of the cell by getting some keys.
That isn’t dumb that’s amazing and awesome
@@cosmoniums5990 whats dumb is all he needed to do was take the ribs off. doubt the bars were much bigger since they werent likely designed to hold something not bound by flesh. just shrug and slip on out!
Duuuuude! One of my campaign had a situation almost just like that! The party had gotten thrown in jail by a corrupt sheriff (the campaign was based loosely off Robin Hood) and had to escape to save the NPC love interest of the thief party leader from being married off or something (I can't remember exactly cause this was some years ago). So this band, along with a priest (me), a bard, and a warrior, also had a necromancer who for most of the campaign had been more the comedy character. Well, there was a skeleton in cell across from them, and while the group had been conversing how to break out, they suddenly hear bones rattling. They look to see the skeleton chunk one of it's arms at the wall and grab the keys. All while this happens the necromancer says "I think we'll just use my skeleton key!"
It was the silliest, most screwball scenes ever, but it worked! I've never forgotten that stupidly perfect one line. 😂
He didnt turn himself into a skeleton key?
@@SpaceLover2500 💀
I was the DM, and this happened in my most recent session. For context, my players were tasked to find a kid lost in the woods, and had gotten to an area where a fight took place. Party was 2 Monks and a Druid.
Me: "Ok, you all find these damaged trees, which look like a fight took place recently."
Monk 1: "I want to Intimidate a tree."
Me: *visible confusion and laughing* It's just a regular tree, but ok, roll for it.
Monk rolled horrible, and got intimidated by the tree instead(rolled a nat 1).
I think that one’s fair.
Absolutely love that.
I'm now picturing a tree just growing a face, to intimidate the Monk, before the party turns around, at the Monk's fright, but by then, the tree has 'returned to normal'.
So the party just stares, confused, on why the Monk was startled by a tree, chalking it up to have been a passing bee or spider, that snuck up on them.
DM who did this one. So this was a campaign finale, and the player in question was playing a homebrew skeleton (that I made for him specifically) who had the ability to take the bones off bodies and make them a part of his own for buffs/debuffs. Well the party killed a God of the stars as a bbeg for the campaign, and as he died I described as his body disintegrated into stardust, leaving just a skeleton that began to do the same. The skeleton player immediately jumped onto it and asked to take his bones (note I didn't plan that part out). It was the last session of that campaign so I said screw it and let him
Bone Daddy Bob, god of the cosmos, is now a thing in my homebrew god pantheon, but as a secret
Deep in the underdark shrines filled with skeleton remains start appearing.
Bones rattle and the breath of power streams in.
The champion of skeletal kind has a awoken. Charged with a holy task by Big bone daddy himself.
May the holy bone reside in you.
That is incredible.
That one DM has to let the Kool-Aid man arrive later, in a completely unexpected circumstance.
"Anyway, your highness, what matters is that we defeated the lich, Adronarcak, and the-"
**sounds of shouting followed by the lancet doors of the keep being shattered to pieces**
"OH YEAHHH!!"
Unfortunately your counter-spell did not work and the summoning is successful. You see a large plume of smoke emerge from the summoning circle and through it you hear one line:
"OH YEAHHH!"
God: did you really think a shovel would work?
Gnome: well if you played by the rules it would!
Hey HEY that shovel was special.
..........&$$@@$)(/))+$$@#$.....
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Ah um er "it seems the magical effects might have faded" ...."this used to be part of my tool set for digging through otherworldly stone"😅 "the legendary crafter said it would punch through even the stones in heaven.."
"Hmmmmmm is it possible that God just wasn't stoned enough yet...."🤔
I'm actually the DM in the situation. One of my players plays a Tiefling Druid/Monk, and he had to find a way to open a chest. He tried punching it. He tried kicking it. He then asked me if he could wildshape into an inchworm, go inside the lock, get inside the chest, and bust it open from the inside. I allowed it; I'm a huge fan of rule of funny, everyone gets some hysterically hilarious moment at least once. So imagine a tiefling with the lid of the busted chest as a hat, sitting on the books inside the chest.
There was a hybernating mimic in the chest.
Got locked in there the last time the chest was opened.......
It was my first campaign, and I asked the DM if I could have unlimited frogs (as a joke). He said yes! My character name (Slagathor) was disregarded by the party, and I was referred to only as, "The Froggy Duke". I traded these frogs for gold, had a first in command named "Kermight the Frog", and even defeated an evil prince by drowning him in frogs.
I bet you drove everyone else HOPPING MAD!
So after an encounter with a hand monster (forgot what it was called, but it's literally just a hand), ending with flipping us off as it dies, the party notices it has a tunnel. I joking said "Do you think we can fit in the hand sized hole?" What started off as a joke escalated to me actually attempting to backflip into it. As my character back flipped, the Rouge cleric slams him into the ground, causing him to take 2 damage. Great success.
“The rogue cleric slams him into the ground” Shar’s been here
“How can you tell
“Rogue cleric”
My DM gave me access to a bucket of endless water against Strahd. The local priest blessed the endless water... I did not kill Strahd, but I got his hp to 0 all alone and he escaped
Back in the mid 90's I was playing in a game of Vampire the Masquerade with a GM who was rather short sighted as far as what he allowed players to do with their characters' various powers. My little trick started with the very innicent sounding question of, "If I'm already in mist form, can I convert a small amount of inanimate material to mist form as well if I spend blood pool for it?" He gave it some thought and told me that he'd allow it, but the volume of material would scale with how much BP I expended. Apparently he'd forgotten my character was created witha Perk that allowed me to be an earlier generation thanks to a more powerful Sire, and that came with around 15 BP points. So, we settled on a conversions rate, and I waited to use my newfound power until the group needed money. Then off into the city I went, turning into mist out of sight of the security cameras near ATMs, flowing into the machine's cash storage area, converting the contents into mist, then returning to the place I'd shifted to mist form and filling an old backpack with piles of cash. Lather, rinse, repeat, night after night and the group never had resource issues again.
1:55 Since the uncle lived, he should play that character in a session with that person's party. As a fellow chaos player, I love the idea of throwing a shovel at a literal god.
The store about "extended warranty" just reminded me of that one time I played shadow monk. We needed to infiltrate into NPCs house and investigate his cellar. Our elf ranger went sneaking through the back door, while I volunteered to distract the owner. I went to the front door and, being shadow monk, just banged at the door shouting on top of my lungs "Hello!!! Do you have just 5 minutes to talk about our Lord and Savior the Great Shadow?!!!". I managed to make up whole shadow-based religion on a fly and even foisted a bunch of religious literature to the dazled NPC, while our ranger found himself in cellar full of vampires.
You: *RELIGIOUS CHANTING
the enemy NPC’s:RELIGIOUS CHANTING
the elf ranger: dying to vampires
Vampires: sucking elf blood
I'm playing a Tabaxi Warlock in our Curse of Strahd
but the whole thing is she doesn't realize she's a warlock, she's absolutely sure she's a sorceress and the creature she met was the creator of all Tabaxi in his own person and seeing her innate talend helped her learn magic and solve mysteries
and having a DM that can improvise makes it a blast, talking to cats, having a fiend turned into a cat shape as a penalty stuffed in my backpack (not realizing it's a fiend) and taking care of it and so on
My DM let me collect the weapons of evil demon lords (we had to hunt down mini bosses) and purify them later. I ended up with a staff of power, a staff of the master necromancer, a great sword of sharpness, a nine lives long sword, and some other odds and ends that I turned into a giant walking castle. I was a sorcerer who used the staff of power. I gave the other staff to my wizard character who ran the walking castle.
I let one of my players have a Grenade Launcher equipped with repeating shot.
In Curse of Strahd.
...to be fair, it was so radically different from vanilla CoS with the addition of giant mech suits, modern 1950-era firearms, turned Strahd into an amnesiatic anti-hero as the new lord of Barovia tried to take control
I was playing Star Trek Adventures, and I am a major space nerd. Our mission was we were trying to draw out this bad guy with a large and powerful ship, too much for use to handle in a fair fight. It was 2000m beam vs our 750m beam. But we might have something they wanted.
Our captain faked a defection in order to draw them out, saying "I give up, I will sell myself out to you."
As we were setting this up, I asked the GM if there were any Class O stars nearby.
"Um... roll for it?"
I did and I created the trait that there was a Class O star nearby. The idea was that the captain would rendezvous with the BBEG there, and we can hid out inside the glare of the star, being way too dim for sensors to pick up against the glare, if we go dark enough.
That was the first mistake.
So the captain set off in a shuttle going warp 6 and we took off in the big Vesta Class at warp 9.99 and beat him to the star literally by a week. We scouting the system out and the GM made the mistake of placing iron rich asteriods in the planetary disk. Iron is magnetic... So over the course of the next week, we created simple electromagnets with a Subspace radio. Click the button, they all turn on. But without that signal, they were just a hunk of metal and some silica. No active power needed before they went off. So they would be nearly invisible unless you combed the system and picked on up.
We get to the rendezvous day. Captain shows up, bad guy shows up. And we were hiding in the star waiting for the signal. The two talked for a little bit, and then the Captain said "Jenga"
We pushed the button, and found out very quickly we fucked up. Somehow, someone else set up plasma mines in the field as well. And they were now being prematurely detonated by metallic asteriods being yeeted about the system at scary fractions of light speed. Everything was on fire and everything was whiping around the Star system at 0.8 lightspeed...
And that is how we got the Fire Blender system.
I don't play a whole lot of DnD, and haven't played anything high level yet, but there was one character I played at my old high school's tabletop club that had a fun flavor gimmick. I wanna say he was a gnome ranger, but I can't remember all the specifics. What I do remember is that he had a longbow.
I figured, since he's a 3 foot gnome, a longbow like this would be scaled for a human or other medium size race, so there's no way in hell he could fire it normally. Instead, whenever we got into combat, he would drop onto his back, prop it against the bottom of his boots, and pull back with both hands, turning his body into a makeshift ballista.
Pretty sure the DM gave me inspiration for this, but it was a couple years ago, so I don't remember exactly. Definitely my favorite of the few characters I've played.
In a one shot our group did in-between the main plot, we had to go looking for a ring in a tomb surrounded by orcs and a large ogre. For context, we were all level 4 at the time. My character was a half-elf wizard and one of my favorite magical items was The Crazy Cat Lady's Robe. This robe allows me to summon 1D20 cats for 6 hours and can make them do whatever I want within the limits of a cat. In order to summon the cats, I must put on the robe and yell "meow" while opening it up and the cats just jump out. Everyone in the party agreed I should use the robe and see what happened. As we approached the tomb, I unleashed about 15 cats and let them run into the encampment. The orcs were confused but the ogre became completely distracted by the cats. The DM began making rolls to see if it would remain distracted.
Our half-dragon paladin wanted to try diplomacy with the orcs at first, but the orcs weren't having it. He eventually decided to throw my Dragon Coin of Chance into the group and get away as fast as he could. Heads would summon the head of an adult red dragon and scare those facing it, tails will summon the dragon's butt and release a powerful fart that poisons anyone within 50 feet. It landed on tails. Most of the orcs got blasted and poisoned. When it was safe, the half-dragon began to fight. Our dwarf bard made themselves invisible and went out into the fray as well, taking out orcs and freaking out those who couldn't see them. At one point, they used Psychic Blades on one foe and it got torn to shreds. All the remaining orcs got freaked out and scattered. The ogre? Our DM rolled twice during the fight. Both failed. The ogre remained distracted by the cats.
The bard and I entered the tomb as the rest of the party stayed outside in case the orcs returned or if the ogre noticed anything (nope). We entered the tomb and eventually came across a giant spider. Bard got tangled in webs but I ended up setting the webs and the spider on fire with Flaming Hands. The bard was freed and cast Dissonant Whispers on the spider. The spider failed it's saving throw and ended up so scared that it fled from the tomb. We eventually found the ring and left the tomb as well. As we exited, another roll was made for the ogre. Still failed. Ogre was still distracted. So we just went on our merry way with our find.
The party was not expecting any of that to work out like that and the DM was laughing over the horrible rolls and how we avoided fighting an ogre using cats. Nothing went how he was expecting but he had a fun story to tell the DM group we was apart of. I always take the cat robe with me on quests as a result.
Listening to you describe these stories helped me to realise that I probably don't have autism and that I use my free time relatively productively.
Basicaly tansforming a "bag of devouring" into a "shield of devouring" that can eat my enemies that try to attacks the wielder.
It worked so good that it ate me the enemies and the entire city gradually getting larger to the point that it became a new plane of existence.
3 of us playing versions of ourselves in a mutated world. We were in a jungle where we can across some spiders (just normal tarantula type) one landed on me and i choose not to smash it but to treat it like a pet. A few quest later we were in a fight with giant spiders where i rolled to have my now pet spider to convince the giant ones to letbusbuse them as spider mounts for the rest of the play through
My friend was a first time DM after playing a little bit with me as he was always a behind the scenes kinda thinker. He had a great world concept that was pretty well flushed, but wanted to give us some more freedom of choices of races. A Elephant Warrior that could wield 2-hs with his trunk as a free action, a Glassman that was able to cause insane damage with his spells... if he could actually hit anything. A Shapeshifter that was dark and water aligned by rng roll. And me a Shade who could effectively move around via wormhole capabities by touching people and leaving a permanent mark on them. And use the shapershifter in abusive stealthy and stealing ways. All the way from taking an Ogre's Club at attacking us by stealing it out of his hand through essentially wormhole capabilites to warp items and equipment into a virtual dimension within himself. To stealing an entire building from it's plot of land, employee's and all. It got a little too out of hand that they banned me from playing the character anymore and he essentially became an NPC that stole a God's power and attained Godlike powers through backhanded and devious means. He never identified himself with a name as I never gave him one. He was just The Shade.
SO I was a Divination Wizard at the time, and just after acquiring a badly weathered old theater-house, we needed cash-flow... SO while others were out rummaging through the woods for bandits to hunt bounties, and a few were even attempting robberies, I started attuning scrying spells to little gargoyles and angels and other decorations around the theater-house... SO certain tiles would show whatever the gargoyles or angels were "looking at" as in wherever their faces were pointed, namely, the stage... Tiles weren't difficult to come by, since the whole town had suffered some damages here and there, so scrap piles were everywhere, while roofing was torn down and replaced, and some interiors were being stripped out and renovated... There WAS a fairly well liked theater troupe in town anyway, and tickets were selling, just not as quickly NOR at nearly a price that would quite make our goals... SO I started selling the tiles as I found folks who WANTED to go see the troupe and all, but just couldn't really make it for whatever reason... Others (particularly richer folks) heard about the convenience of watching theater from home, so they approached and sales took off...
Soon, I had plenty of money to pay up the local troupe, and spare profits to invite others from out of town... The particular scrying spell I'd used was time limited, SO I'd have to go around town and re-cast... for a "nominal fee" of course...
Eventually, I approached the Trading Post and suggested they could carry the Tiles for me, for a share of the price, and I'd even make sure they got a mention in the coming play as a sort of help, because word of our theater operation and those "tele-tiles" had gotten to a couple other towns...
AND long story short, while the rest of the party's first ideas were to go off running around and adventuring for pay, I'd invented medieval fantasy Television, and managed to make myself a TV executive in the first ever "channel" brought live... Spells led to research and development, and eventually I was able to cast a scrye that could be "cut" for lack of payment, but was otherwise permanent... and LORDS ABOVE how the money rolled in!!!
Dumb? Hilarious? TOTALLY Demented? I don't know... It certainly had consequences that ran amok through several other Campaigns in that world!!! You be the judge... ;o)
Not sure where this could fit in, but I want to tell it anyway. In my first game, I had a pretty good moment of outsmarting the DM (out of character): During a short rest, I announced that my bard would play a song of rest, to which the DM replied: "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I always want you to describe what you say for inspiration, Vicious Mockery, etc. So, what's your song about?", expecting me to either describe the lyrical contents or, better yet, sing. Of course, I hadn't even thought that far, and, in a moment of quick thinking, said: "It's an instrumental".
I still regret not bringing my guitar to that session.
8:19 The DM obviously didn't realise what sort of deadly and interesting consequences an entire city dropping 300 feet would have. You could make a whole campaign out of this. As a matter of fact, I think I will.
I used a wish spell to create a hostile war state ruled by sentient doggos. This was completely unprompted. My Kenku just strung together Dictatorship oligarchy of the dog people
Had a DM let me use Thaumaturgy inside people's minds using Telepathy, and scream inside people's minds in Abyssal to convince them that the person next to them was a Demon trying to steal their soul, causing mass hysteria in the enemy encampment, leading the enemy forces to slaughter each other the night before a major battle. He pulled me aside and said if I pull that too many times, my Wizard is going to experience an Alignment Shift from Chaotic Neutral to Chaotic Evil.
I wouldn't call it dumb, but more awesome. We were fighting a giant kraken like extradimensional space demigod. Our cleric, a normally quiet and not always creative guy, pulls out a bottle of Soverign Glue. He commands his mechanical bird (works like a bird familiar) to take the glue and shatter the bottle inside the beasts maw. BIRB (birds name) rolled really high, and the all six uses were dumped into the mouth of the beast, gluing it shut for the remainder of the fight. It was super creative and a wonderful last action for a random clockwork bird that had been super helpful throughout the campaign.
Gluing it's mouth shut stopped several area effect Abilities and nerfed its swallow hole ability.
My DM let the artificer put the Repeating shot infusion on a cannon so my Paladin could use Extra Attack with it, on top of this he let the artificer put it into a bag of holding so we could just use it like a normal ranged weapon. Only for it to be lost because the ship my party was on got destroyed by a giant whale a few sessions later before we could actually use it
As a stereotypical dwarf barbarian that doesnt think a lot, enjoys battles, getting drunk and let smart stuff to smart characters, we were going through a dungeon and there was one statue of a god, I, as a new player in my fourteens at that time (many years ago) decided to pee in the statue, and that was how the legend of Barbulobos No Beard went to the new generations after his passing
Dunno if this counts, but I once played a homebrew game with some peeps using precreated characters. Mine was a healer, or at least supposed to be, but the DM forgot to put healing skills on the sheet. Instead of fixing the issue, the DM allowed me to cast spells from the provided spell list.
Now, this game was completely homebrew, down to the spells. This let me do some… interesting things. I was a healer, but I didn’t heal, no, I did the complete opposite. One of the spells I had access to allowed me to make someone bleed, from every single orifice at once. That was just one of the spells. I was basically an unhealer. It was hilarious.
It was one of the best TTRPG games I’ve ever played, and it even ended gloriously. We had the BBEG’s all set up for death, and one of them had a pouch of many different grenades. I thought this was the best opportunity to use one of the stronger spells I had access to; “Self Destruct”. Does exactly what you think it does. I used it, and immediately went to 1 hp, dealing massive damage to both BBEG’s. Except, at the time, I’d assumed the grenade bag was mostly - or completely - empty. It wasn’t. In the end, I blew up, both BBEG’s blew up, and about 12 grenades blew up, killing me instantly, killing one BBEG instantly, and - something I didn’t expect - killing the entire party due to the massive explosion.
I single-handedly killed one BBEG, almost killed the other BBEG (they were basically on 1 hp) and killed not only myself, but the entire party… as a healer. We couldn’t stop laughing.
Our dm let us toll to “ask god for a hot dog” because one of the players just wanted to do that
To keep a long story somewhat short, I reverse home alone'd the bbeg by sneaking into his bedchambers (at the very top of a huge spiraling tower) put caltrops in his boots, and filled every room and hallway with as many traps as i and the druid could manage, then just kinda..hung out until he woke up. He had about four hit points by the time he made it to us. The paladin kick him in the nads for the last four points and as he was dying yelled "you guys are dicks!"
And that's what we had engraved on his tombstone
In my current campaign the DM let me capture an npc, have my character become really attached and then set him free, then have the party fight a boss that was supposed to be fought much later because of a mistake another member made and my character's stubbornness on not giving up the npc to be killed.
We somehow beat the boss and the npc joined our party as a reward, and my character was allowed to romance him which the group finds hilarious.
Our DM has also let our local wererat follow some cartoon physics and got stuck in the floorboards of an inn. Then there was the time our DM was willing to let the whole party die on a silly side moment because the wererat wanted to eat rocks and convinced the others to eat rocks with him. The bar for not dying was really high, but somehow everyone managed to make it out alive.
Whip made of nipples. The story behind this is that one of our batshit crazy characters/players took the nipples off every enemy she defeated. She kept them until she could get a whip out of it. It's magical, and does lots of damage
Probably the time I convinced a necromancer that a chunk of burger meat was the moon god
the funniest thing in one session was ... the dm played some background dripping cave music. every 15 min to half an hour someone had to go pee ...
we needed so long to get trough this section of the session ...
"Try" to use a Chain Whip ( Manriki Guisari ) to leash a Hydra, I say try because that is who the Legend of the Amazing Flying Ford started.
Context; my character has a mastiff as a pet (looks like Fang from HP series in my mind) named Mercius.
While my party and I were travelling to somewhere else in the game, we got ambushed by 2 people who work for the cult for the BBEG of the campaign. We started off getting whomped. I was taking on the hobgoblin, and sent my mastiff to take on the other one. The person cast anti life shield. I saw that this was a concentration spell, so I told the DM that my mastiff tried to break her concentration for his turn. DM allows it and has the character roll with advantage…it fails. This allowed my mastiff and 2 other party members to attack it again. This allowed us to defeat that one and take on the hobgoblin all together. The cultist opened a portal beside both of the enemies and took them away before we could kill the hobgoblin, but we got so close. This is the highlight of all the campaigns I’ve played so far for me
TL DR; nearly got our asses handed to us, my dog barked and we nearly won the encounter
My DM let one of the other players experiment on my character, a white Dragonborn fighter, using Dragonfruit and sending me into a fight. That was fun. Reply if you want the full story, Brian. Lol
So we tried to summon the eldritch version of Phil Swift, y'know the guy from the flex tape commercials? Yeah. Our paladin had lost faith, and needed a new got to worship, and as a joke, I suggested he worship Phil Swift. He pleaded to the DM that he let him worship Phil Swift, and the DM relented, however he wasn't gonna name the eldritch god Phil Swift, so he named him Philliano Velocitas, God of Mending. So our paladin started using a greatsword covered in flex seal from there on. The summoning part happened a while after, when in the middle of a fight with the BBEG, who was a dragon the size of a damn city, the only members of our party left alive were the paladin and the warlock. In an act of desperate effort they ask the DM if they can call Philliano for help. The DM says yes, but makes them do an obnoxious amount of checks. They pass all of them, and manage to ask the God if he can drown the BBEG in flex-seal. He obliges. So now, whenever we play in there world the DM makes sure to create an NPC for the sole purpose of recounting the tale of the Dark Sludge, a black dragon with scales of mud(which was in truth flex-seal) who fell on the forest, and how nobody knows what it was like in life, or how it got there.
Tl,Dr: paladin follows through with a joke, ends up covering a city-sized dragon in flex-seal.
Edit: the dragon was city-sized because some dipshit in my party cast a homebrew spell, meant to be used on teammates, that tripled the target's size and good stats and divided the bad ones by three, on the dragon, since we already had another encounter with the thing, before the final fight. We barely won, and it was because of a joke near the start of the campaign.
In an after school group, I was playing a fighter barbarian that had an INCREDIBLE strength stat due to kick ass rolls and one intelligence. My character had 30 strength at level two. I asked my DM if I could dual wield greatswords with my impeccable strength, and he said yes, without even giving me disadvantage(more than my current DM is willing to give me with the same character). I obviously absolutely do not need two 2d6 +10 +2 attacks every turn, but still, he gave it to me. At the last session we fought an enemy that was way too overpowered (cr24 or something) and was just for the DMs fun. At level two, I was able to take half that thing’s health down before we ran out of time.
In Wild Beyond the Witchlight when you finish the first act a player is supposed to get this Charm effect that let's you fly and gives a bonus to Charisma checks, but it only lasts like 10 minutes and you can only use it 3 times through out the entire campaign. My DM decided to give this effect to me as a magic crown that just had the effect on it permanently instead of a limited time use. The best part though? He didn't make it an item that requires attunement so I can make anything that i put the crown on fly. My character is a fairy so the flying is redundant, but he let me put the crown on my Giant Snail mount which means i have a Large size creature that can fly with a limited speed as the caviot to a flying snail. I have used this as a weapon by literally one shoting a mini boss by dropping my snail out of the sky directly on the guy while my party distracted him so he didn't get a save. Ihave a plan to use another dumb magic item he gave me (pins that have Enlarge/Reduce as their effect that are stackable for some reason) to make my snail gargantuan as i drop it on something. I've used my flying snail to traverse certain obstacles like flying my party to the top of multiple towers, being the ferry across bodies of water, and other random hijinks. I have even gone as far as to get an engine for my snail that lets it move faster in the air. I like to think my dm learned a valuable lesson about the power of magic items, and i have learned that i like abusing homebrew game mechanics lol
I had a chaotic Gnome Bard who played a lute. I used the Tinker ability to make a little wooden gnome toy that played a drum, another with a bass, and a final little toy gnome that played the saxophone.
I invented Ska Punk in that world, and refused to play anything other than Superman by Goldfinger
In a Star Wars game, my brother-in-law's character jumped off a speeder into a minefield. He then grabbed one of the mines, threw it at a group of enemies (and an ally who was next to them), and shot it in mid air to detonate it.
Quoth my character when the smoke cleared: "WHAT . . . the F**K?!"
In our campaign we have killed a few very strong dragons, my dm took some op dragons from 3.5 and converted it to 5e, after we killed them we took their hearts and grinded it into a fine dust. Which we promptly named it dragon cocaine! Now my current character is a forest gnome which will come in handy later. At the time i was playing a fighter named sniper who was obsessed with overthrowing kingdoms and taking them for himself, which actually aligned with the story that we didn’t know at the time. There are 3 major guys in a contest fore taking over territory, basically what mask wanted but on an extreme level. We ran into the strongest of them coincidentally after taking over a small village that he was trying to take, we put a barbarian in the place of the ruler so we didn’t have to do it. We knew this guy would be loyal as we drew him from the deck of many things. After this event sniper went off to takeover a kingdom with another friend, this was just my way if wanting to move to another character which also left not to long after. I will skip over Rah and Ruh even tho they are absolutely the funniest characters me and my friend played (if you want to know i will reply to this if you ask). So we move onto mask a forest gnome artificer who messed up making a magical mask so now it’s stuck to his face and likes to ride a canon, i had originally made him for another campaign which didn’t turn out well. Mask is a very intelligent and wise gnome standing at a proud 4 feet 1 when he met the party and was also evil when he met the party, these both change. So as soon as i meet the party they carried a tradition, all new friends and enemies you meet must be forced to draw from the deck of many things, so i drew and got my alignment flipped from evil to good. Within 5 minutes of meeting them they made my character do a complete 180, but that’s not all. Remember the dragon cocaine? Well the paladin warforge threw it in my face and i had to roll a d100. I got a 24 which doubles your hight, so now mask was an astonishing 8 feet 2 forest gnome who rides a cannon bringing his total hight to 10 feet. Safe to say i was a menace but the downside is that it didn’t double my weight which made me skin and bones. Fast forward 2 in-game weeks and I finally have a semblance of normal weight and we had another encounter with the bbeg, although we didn’t know who he was except for the warfoged as almost everyone had switched characters or hadn’t met him when we first met him. We had been missing a bunch of people and only three people showed up so we had a mess around day, so of course we did more dragon cocaine. My first roll locked me into a coma on the outside, but really i was being endlessly killed by a evil god whose name i sadly can’t remember. Our slightly stupid moon druid gets a sense that i could wake up he hits me with more cocaine, so he puts some on his finger and shoves it deep into my nose. Now in real life a couple months had passed since i had double my hight and reached 8 feet tall so i had no clue what the number was for it. Our dm said, “since the situation is so unique both of you roll a d100 and choose either one, i will not tell you what the numbers do, only what happens when you chose a number.” So we got a 24 and 29. I new that double hight was in the twenties but couldn’t remember what number so i winged it and said, “i choose 24, i HOPE this is double hight again lmao” AND IT WAS! STAND AT A DISGUSTING 16.4 FEET, MY FOREST GNOME MASK. Safe to say i was skin and bones at this point, again. A while ago i created an orb, that i called dr, robotnic, he was a master in everything artificery. I talked with my dm and he said i could make him into a homunculus servant if i use him as the diamond, so he had arms and legs. This was very important as i could no longer use tools and had problems standing as my muscles could not hold me properly, so i had dr robotnic creat me a pill, it’s goal was to bring me back to normal weight and increase my muscle mass to support my body, nat 19 for a total of 21 and it was a great success, standing at a total of 16.4 feet and weighing in at 600 pounds was my forest gnome who now has disadvantage on stealth and advantage on strength checks😎
Also just want to point out that if i were to use enlarge/reduce to doubles my hight again, i could in theory grapple a tarask.
I was the dm. My party used catnip to try and lure a tabaxi they were attempting to collect a bounty on. It ended up luring the tabaxi…
giving me the ingredients to create an elemental bomb that would later kill the bbeg and remove a mountain top in the process, as well as providing me a way to not get caught in said explosion.
You see, a friend and I were having a bit of a dispute in and out of game. My character was named Mirage, a half-elf bard with no attack spells, playing tricks and illusions. His character was also a half-elf, a noble named Darkcowl Twotwovi who was a blood-hunter.
Canonically, I gave him my rapier to safe-keep, I stole his card from his player's deck a long time ago. We've been bickering for a while inside the hallway of a hotel as I was proposing he'd give me the rapier and I'd give him the card. He refused to give me the rapier first and was threatening to sell it, so having enough, I challenged him.
Me: "Get your deck out."
DM: "What?"
Me: "I'm telling Darkcowl, to get his deck out"
My friend: "Hmph, are you sure you want to do this?"
Me: "It's time to duel, bitch"
DM: ".. Are you serious?"
Me: "Absolutely"
DM: "... Alright, so you two get out your decks and duel disks. Both of you, start dueling. "
So, we did an actual game of Yu-Gi-Oh with me as the victor. Of course, we had him actually take out the card in his deck during the duel otherwise it wouldn't be canonical. But after the duel, he gave me the rapier, and I gave him back his card. I'm sure our DM had many things planned for us this session, but we derailed off the plan many time giving him a headache. But hey, a strong way to start off the first session!
(I couldn't remember exactly how it went, but the conversation and situation was pretty similar)
Our dm let us get a deck of many things, it let us somehow beat a ancient sapphire dragon at level 8. We didn’t even buy magic items with the one that gives you gems
Keep a dead enemy's head in the Bag of Holding probably only a few in-game hours after arriving in Chult.
My DM gave my Kobold (who desires to become a dragon) Shards of Siberys, the excited Kobold with his Shinies originating from one of the Great Progenitor Dragons themselves, proceeded to touch and even lick said shards, he glows brightly, de-ages 5 years, and even floats a little, and is quick to believe this is a stone of blessings and hordes several in his Bag of Holding for later.
Cut forward several sessions in and he, his party, and an NPC Party of fellow Adventurers are travelling to a Druids Gathering to answer an urgent summons, the Kobold bored by the journey decides to play with one of the shards, fidgeting and inspecting it closely. One of the Adventurers from the other Party Inquires as to what he has in his hands, not too interested more to pass the time themselves, the Kobold chimes "This is my Shiny, look what it can do!" and without hesitation he pokes it with Fire (Way of Ascendant the Dragon - Draconic Strike).
In that moment the Leader of their Party (a Main Story Line NPC) screams out in horror filled agony, all eyes turn to him as he shrieks, flesh searing as though aflame, he leaps off the cart and scrambles beneath it in panic and urgency. The cart of course comes to an abrupt halt and everyone hurried off to see what has happened, they found him heavily burned and whimpering, smoldering in the shade of the cart not from some attack, but from the Sunlight above.
In a unfortunate and exceptionally rare turn of event, one that brought the pure luck of the prior 'Blessings' to light, the Party Leader had been cursed with Vampirism, to the horror of DM, Player and NPC alike, although very timely as this occurred on Nov 1st the beginnings of spooky time. This resulted in the Kobold being stripped of his Bag of Holding within which he kept several 'Shinies' and a spell that like a leash teleports him to its user being enforced, as to prevent him seeking further 'Blessings' from his beloved Dragon Shards, and has cemented the phrase "This is my Shiny, Look what it can do!" in infamy amongst my Party.
I have two stories from the same pc
During the first oneshot (my first experience and ramoth, my bard name, first time ) we were in a heretic, a necromancer cultist, at the entrance I said "I know this simbol, we must act stealthy" famous last words, I casted "pyrotechnics" on a candle because of blood, the candle went ballistic, choas abruptly broke in a silent and empty torture room and waking up an undead ogre in the prison behind, the rogue, the one who threw the candle, said to my pc "luckily the nun said stealthy" but the DM almost checked from the laugh
during the second oneshot I casted "detect magic" while the party was in the feywild, the area was filled with many magical cristals, my DM decided to make me a Con save that was a close call to nat 1(+2 con modifier) luckily the dice rolled above the DC, If it had been a failed roll my bard would have been blinded by magical flashbangs, yeah I learned in a hard way to not cast "detect magic" in a place where the magic is strong
Dumbest (one of them) thing I let my players do. Gnomes (wizard and Barb) convince the human cleric that all gnomish food trades all sugar for salt in baking… gram for gram. The cleric proceeds to bake the wizard a ‘traditional gnomish’ birthday cake. Not wanting to upset the cleric he proceeded to eat it, failed his con saving throw to a near lethal dose of salt. Scrambling to come up with an outcome I ask him to roll a d6. Madlad rolls a 3 and gains 3 levels of exhaustion. We still laugh about salt cake gate to this day.
one of my friends was a dm, our entire group (except for one guy who was a rule lawyer) was new to dnd so we didn't exactly know what we were doing, anyways the dm put us in a dungeon with a bunch of puzzles, each player went down a separate tunnel themed after different elements with a puzzle, once it was my players turn i looked around the room, there was a button on the celling, after a couple seconds of thinking i decided screw it "i want to jump and push the button" she let me roll for it, but i had to roll really high, i got a nat 20, the button was 30 feet in the air, next thing i knew i was plummeting 30 from 30 feet in the air with the floor now removed, exposing a tunnel to the final room. fun times
5:00 throwing a shovel at Radiance
Not a player of the campaign in question, but my DM can't stop referencing this story, which is the most hard-stop limit I've ever seen (it's understandable though). Oh btw my DM is almost a "Anything goes" DM
It was a typical medieval fantasy world (Homebrew system based on 5e), and everything was going according to my DM's plan (unsure of the story, so sadly i cannot tell that). Now, one of the characters was a very crafty *Artificer-Wizard multiclass.* This artificer made a *_GOD DAMN NUKE_* that instantly ended the WHOLE REALM in one turn after activation.
I nearly choked on my soda because of the Kool aid man story 🤣
I have alot of dumb or crazy ideas but my favorite thing my gm let someone get away with was throwing my character (a Skeleton) over the side of the boat to make my lazy character actually do something.
I was the dm, and my players had come across a giant spider. One of our players was against it, but I let them roll for animal handling. Nat 20. His name was Sylvester Bootsmear (the last name was given to satisfy the disagreeing player)
i've explained this one in another comment section, so i'll keep it brief here...
My GM ruled that the specific actions i took in order to make an upcoming combat easier had in fact turned his well designed trap/animated corpsepile/vampire's hidden coffin chamber setup into a pressure cooker and utterly destroyed the entire thing.
vampire was not happy... came to seek vengeance along with his coven and thralls... rogue had a sunblade... one quick read of the sunblade's special ability, and a GM ruling later, we had won.
I have a couple moments from one campaign. I made a paladin modeled after the Leeroy Jenkins meme. So this paladin has made it his life to always charge straight into battle no matter the cost. On one instance, I used Misty Step to teleport about 30 feet above the monster we were fighting. My dm let me roll for it and so I was able to add the damage I would have taken from falling into the attack. The second time was when my party came across an orc camp, where one 8ft tall orc immediately started targeting me while two angry mama orcs targeted my teammate. Because the orc was 8ft tall, he was considerably taller than me, so I rolled to shoot him with an arrow in the spot where it hurts. I rolled a nat20 to hit, combined with crotch impalement damage, and knocked off a big chunk of the guy’s health.
I have two. One is me and the other is a party member.
1. I beat a man to death with a piece of power armor. We were playing the tabletop Fallout RPG and i had rolled luxky and salvaged a few pieces of power armor. I was playing a nightkin obsessed with capitalism, and I had a pretty beefy strength for session 1 (11 out of my maximum 12). Well when wandering away from the rest of the party, not wanting to be noticed i was following them yet, I came across a guard watching over what were slaves. Not knowing this my mutant, Smash, asked what they were doing. Upon threatening him, smash warned the guard to rethink his actions. After refusing Smash then hurled a piece of T-45 power armor torso right into the guy with two crits. The gm sighed picking up a fistful of dice and dropping them, describing the horror on the guy's face as a 45 pound block of steel basically slams into to guy and pulverized him into a pile of jelly. I wash shortly downed afterwards by a hail of more well armed mercs but not befor shattering one of their legs with a power armor arm piece. I got revenge later with a fatman. Smash went on to be quite the menace for the rest of the campaign.
2. This was our party's bard. We were playing 5e dnd, but our dm, my father, was a long time player and former pro DM for 2e so he liked to mix elements of the two. We were fighting a novice illusionist who had gotten a godly artifact. Anyways we sneak into his tower after I had basically turned his army of Orcs against him and had them off preparing to ambush the other Drugar half of the Illusionist's army with some dwarves after a temporary truce. He had a couple pretty tough looking henchmen and the crystal tried to posses bard, bard got a crit and got a free spell from resisting, upcasted cloud of daggers, and plonked it on the three. My dad goves the BIGGEST sigh. See he had a plan to make them be a bitch to fight. Each of them had a 7 layer ward of Chromatic Wall on them (2e spell) with all the colors. How it works is when struck they explode and inflict an effect to anyone nearby. Fire, poison, petrification, ect. Well, basically it turned into a chain reaction of them combusting into a massive flash bang as each one took a shit ton of fire, cold, lightning, poison damage, were blinded, petrified, and all but the wizard who held the crystal banished to another dimension. We wiped out what he planned to be a 2 session fight with likely at least 1 death in 12 seconds.
Out of game: Mine let me bring an MP3 player to the table. End result is I'll just blast He's a Pirate anytime I do something stupid/insane.
In game: I'm basically playing the crazy old hermit archetype from every fantasy novel/movie ever, complete with crazed laugh and goofy old man voice.
Party was level 1, War Cleric (Basically a paladin) , Heavy Warrior, Ranger, and myself an Artificer. I nearly get 1 tapped by an ambush of goblins while heading on a quest to support a town under harassment by shadows. We manage to kill two of the goblins and wound the third, but instead of killing it, we let it run away. The Ranger tracks the wounded one back to their camp where we discover 5 more goblins and 1 hob-goblin. DM let me play loose by using the cantrip Magic Stones and embedding the glyph for the cantrip Thunderclap on to the stones (magic in the enchanted stones would empower the glyph, once the stones crack from impact, the glyph activates and releases a thunderclap) the Ranger climbs into a tree and I pass 2 of the stones to the Cleric and Warrior, before sneaking to the camp entrance. the Ranger started the fight by sniping a goblin on over watch, followed by myself, the Cleric, and then the warrior (who almost rushed in) tossed in the stones. "wish BANG BANG BANG" whole encampment was wiped and we made off like bandits with lots of swords. the DM... well he regretted letting us RP as ourselves from the modern times... since I can make hand grenades now... ( I think that's why he tried to kill me with the shadows at the town.... War Cleric kicked their asses btw) oh yeah that leveled us to 2
One of the players in my Transformers campaign has a pet plant monster named Randy Oaktree. They were fighting Decepticon scientist Shockwave when my player had Randy roll to grapple him. He rolled and the very next thing anyone heard was the Randy Orton theme as Shockwave was RKO'd by a god damn vegetable.
My first pathfinder game ever, aka my first ttrpg ever. I played an Half-Orc summoner named Rexxar. (Only time I used a referenced name)
Rexzar and his party were searching for a hidden dungeon near a village at level 1. The walk was gettin long and we convinced ourselves to get some mounths in order to go faster.
Since we were lvl 1 and poor we had to use ruse...
We went to a nearby farm, gave all our leftover money to our barbarian to trade for a horse. He got a cheap sick one for a decent price.
I then came up with my own plan to get my own horse. I summoned a poney and asked my DM if I was allowed to roll for his quality. Wich he allowed. Nat 20. Perfect poney. I went to the farmer and gave him a offer he couldnt refuse. He failed his knowlege arcana and his sense motive check to understand he was getting fooled. So he traded a perfectly fine horse with my 1 min summon poney with no hesitation.
I ran of with my new fine companion before he could even say thank you.
Then my poney disapeared, confusing the shit out of him. This is when our rogue took the opportunity to steal his third and final horse.
Later on, our Monk walked by to catch up to us after praying to his god at the shrine. This is when he saw a hanged farmer in his now empty barn. 🥲😅
When I heard goose aracocra I thought of my character Honk the literal incarnation of the goose from the entitled goose game
In the first session of a group we spent like half hour waiting for a player to try to steal a fucking dinosaur, he tried so many times and the players tried to continue the campaign everytime he failed but the DM kept letting him try.
The one with the Drow city ends kind of sadly. I'll never understand DMs who only want players to follow a single linear plot. If you can't handle player originality, you can't handle DMing.
Megazord orc needs to become canon.
In the Kool Aid Man story I might have been more lenient and reduced the target to Nat 15s or above.
When I was young we usually played with a party of two which usually comprised of the brute and the rouge and I the rouge was very wounded and couldn’t move well because of the grim and gritty rules we ran. We weighed out the encumbrance and did rough measuring and decided I as a halfling be could carried in the dwarves backpack and pop out to fire my crossbow
The first time i ever DMd one of my players (all first timers as well) was getting kind of bored during a room search and asked if he could suck his own goblin pickle. We were all high and having light-hearted fun so i let him roll for acrobatics. Mf rolled a 24 or something like that at lvl1, so of course i let him. We all started laughing as i described it without much detail, it was so much fun that another player asked to do the same. He rolled a 4, so i described how, in trying to "do the same", he just stretched too much and fucked up his leg, so he was limping for the rest of the session. Good times
I had the same DM for about fifteen years and he loved dumb stuff. He had the best rule which was that if you asked for something crazy he'd always say: Sure. Anything can happen with a 20.
"I bite the owlbears balls in an act of dominance!"
"Sure, anything can happen with a 20."
No bonuses. No advantage. Just a 1 in 20 chance for real magic lol
My first campaign I played a gloomstalker ranger. We had just reached level 4 and i took the sharp shooter feat.
We were going through a dungeon and we saw from around the corner a beholder imploding a goblin. Not wanting to take nay chances we were trying to figure out the best possible way to deal with it before walking into the chamber.
Well i had recently gained the rope trick spell and was eager to use it. After reading the rules and seeing it said nothing about not being able to move, i had an idea of something i really wanted to try but was waiting a few sessions for a good opportunity.
So I told the DM that i wanted to use rope trick on 10 ft of rope before entering the chamber. He said ok so I did. I told the barbarian to get inside. The halfling cleric went to because they basically formed a type of master blaster with the cleric riding out barbarian most of the campaign.
I told the DM i was gonna tie the bottom end of the rope to one of my arrows and fire it at the beholder.
He gave me disadvantage for the drag of the arrow which i said was fair. So I stepped into the shadow and fired from there negating the disadvantage.
The barbarian and cleric readied their actions to leap out with their great axe and Warhammer if the arrow hit.
Nat 20.... With sharpshooter... My one arrow did a total of 50 damage in the eye. The barbarian and cleric both rolled really well and almost had the thing dead before initiative was rolled.
The beholder low rolled initiative and the bard went first. Cast vicious mockery and did just enough damage to kill it right then and there.
The DM wasn't too thrilled that we ended what was supposed to be our first real "we might TPK" moment before it began. But he felt a lot better after i name the strategy.
I called it the Barbarian Delivery SysteM. BDSM for short.
TL;DR:
I fired a makeshift ambush at a Miniboss, practically Killin it instantly all for the sake of making a sexual joke.
Powerbomb a warforged onto a standing up immoveable rod. During a huge arena fight meant to lose to punish for wild actions in city. Btw was largest arena in the largest town on entire country. All in front of thousands. Sincerely Tork werebear druid.
As a DM I have two stories
I let one PC invent the theory of angular momentum with a intelligence check
I let a evil PC in a party of good guys for that betrayal later, that PC went to a magic item shop that was run by a trio of girls with red eyes white hair and wolf ears (if you played hell taker yes it was a reference simply meant to be a funny short term thing with no bearing on the story) this trio was secretly run away devils from the 3rd layer of hell. So naturally the PC sold his soul and triggered a spiral of events that turned my funny haha shop keeper into one of the main antagonist of horrible consequence
As a player I have one story
I was playing a homebrewed harpy race as an ascendant dragon monk
There was a fighter in the party
When we reached the final boss the fighter offered to grab me and swing me at the guy as a weapon
I allowed it
He did it
I was immediately poisoned and my one chest plate was disintegrated and nearly died
Still killed him in the end thanks to the cleric trapping the bad guy in a dome of light
Our group had been turned to slaves, the bbeg had given us collars that would explode if we did not do his bidding.
Only way to unlock safely, is his death, or him uttering the words (we never found out what the words were)
As we were traveling back to his camp, from a distance an inquisitor was talking with the bbeg
(homebrew world, they are almost god's in power)
He had pinned the bbeg's head on the ground with his foot.
I asked the DM, if since his head was stationary, i a single shot from a long range rifle would have a chance of hitting. He agreed, but it would be difficult.
After giving our best shot my long range rifle.
He hits a nat 20.
Head explodes, collars fall off.
And now the inquisitor bassicly tore a jungle to pieces trying to find us.
Another nat 20 on my group stealth camouflage roll is the only thing that saved us from his wrath.
Session 1 ended. We were free xD
I as a custom oath paladin killed a whole army in one turn
My dm and I made this "Oath of the Bastion" based around the protector and shield topic, one of my ability was to shout and every enemy that could hear or see me would have to attack me on their next turn and if they failed I could counter-attack them, this ability hadn't any save rolls, if u saw or heard me you had to attack me, ff to the final battle, open field level 11 party, I see the army of spiders (forgot the name) and decide to try it knowing how groups rolls works (only one dice is rolled, if the dice miss the whole group miss) so I scream, every spider miss I roll for attack, I touch, I do enough damage to kill one and since they are all the same I just wiped out the entire army...
Of course my dm dont let me use this oath anymore but still pretty fun
For me is to use the Wish spell to summon a 300ft radius bolder of granite to crush the center ship of a fleet we had to stop from leaving the bay. It was very funny to us because I was killing an enemy by falling rocks.
Party help a villager picking up his stuff that falled on the floor, ask to make it fall again and pick it back up, it worked, double reward 😅
My old DM let me turn a gas barrel into bubbles of gas and I floated them over an army, then shot at them exploding the entire battlefield killing hundreds, the fight after was a short clean up with minor casualties
Well dm here first let a player get an antimatter rifle and a lightsabre
(in DitA) same pc later became Archdutchess of Avurnus due to post-game right of conquest, Lex you know who you are
Had one that let me use his homebrew rules to create a super munchkin in 3.5. The character started as a gestalted Favored Soul/Warlock with 5 levels and 7 Feats, including one that made the Eldritch Blast a "supernatural" power that bypassed magic resistance.
IT'S GOOSE SPRINGSTEEN. THE GOOSE THAT INVENTED THE TOMMY GUN.
I made a giant crab boss die from a ketamine overdose
He let me forge a comically large spoon to use a s a weapon
I got away with closing a dragon's mouth shut with hemp rope. Roping a pig like demon and pulling it away from the hole it was hovering over, as well as using twine to rope a werewolf that Gnarl, my Barbarian Gnome, wanted to keep as a pet. Each time the target broke free but it was funny none the less and my DM is thinking of banning rope from this campaign because of it.
I shot a villain in front of his 12 guards just as the session was about to end.
I was the DM, not a player. I had a player who wanted to climb Mt. Celestia, so I did some research and started hosting private sessions for him. Now, the second layer is all about spreading and teaching goodness and acceptance. I was feeling pretty braindead the day he climbed it, so I contrived an ironic situation: a town in North Carolina just pre-civil war. Yep, the most racist state at the time. I set him loose there to try and fix it. He went up to a random slave owner and started talking to the guy about how slavery is bad, and how if he let his slaves go, they would be so happy they'd make him cookies. The guy argued that he could order his slaves to make him cookies and just keep them, but my player made the excellent point that they wouldn't be as good since they wouldn't be made with love. Eventually, I let him roll persuasion and he nat 20'd. So apparently this guy was the town mayor and he thought this argument was so excellent that he banned slavery, and all the former slaves were so happy they all made cookies for everyone, and they all lived happily ever after.
Tl;dr: my player solved racism with cookies.
It's more what he didn't let me do. I went into a well and swung with the bucket to get to a platform which had a tunnel. He said I couldn't use a torch because it was wet but oh well. I had night vision. A bit later I stepped on a trap so now I have a hole in my foot.
my one dm let me and two others to go fishing. if you are wondering how fishing can be bad well here is the story. it was at the beginning of the campign and all of us at lvl 1, and there was four of us half elf wizard( wasn't with us), gnome barbarin, goliath paladin, and me half orc barbarin. we where on the ship head to a set of island to start anew and the captain force hire us to find a assassin who kill people who paid for safe passage. well the dm didnt figure that we would figure who is the assassin so fast (he was hope it takes 3 days in game but took 6 hours) so the second session the dm said well is there anything you guys want to do or just skip 3 days where you get to port, well of couse we said let finshed this day up. the wizard decide to say in the cabin to do some studing i went and got 50 feet of rope then met up with the other 2 at the deck so we can go fishing. well me tide the 50 ft of rope to one of my javelins and started fishing the javelin. so the dm had me roll 1d100 and i caught a great white shark, with the help of the goliath we pulled it up and he was mad. the shark had a surprise round and attacked us, well i took 9 ponits of damage and in the sharks mouth. we roll initiative the gnome went first by jumping on the shark and miss, the goliath went next miss with a nat 1 hitting the gnome of the shark and almost of the ship doing 12 points of damage to him, luckily i was third went into a rage broke free and stab the shark with the javekin and killing it. so at the end of all of this both me (5 of 14 hp left) and the gnome barbarin (2 of 14 hp left) almost died becouse we wanted to go fishing.
Letting my Moon Druid Wildshape into an enormous tentacle, grapple an enemy, and throw them at another like a spear.
I managed the grapple, but missed my throw, only managing to throw the enemy drow off a cliff
Allowed my alcoholic rogue to dump one canteen of alcohol and light it on fire to see what would happen in a room filled with meat
He let me throw a handful of magic beans first one turned into a boss we didn't fight he was the one that reminded me that I even had them