My younger sister rolled a Nat 20 on sheering a sheep. I described how she was so clean and godly at sheering that sheep, five other sheep nearby dropped their wool simultaneously
@@jamiejammss It isn't as bad of an idea as it seems only it is poorly balanced in this case. You could either assign it 1 or 2 % of a chance of it happening or having it progress in stages. 1st stage: You dull your weapon get -1 to damage and you can remove it during rest or short rest if you don't and crit miss again 2nd stage: You bend and/or crack your weapon get -2 to hit and -2 to damage, can be fixed by blacksmith for 5 to 10% of the price of new 3rd stage: weapon is visibly breaking -4 to hit and damage must be reforged for 50% of price 4th stage: Broken and gone
What's more, you make that rule and then you make the party fight a fucking creature that can only be damaged by critical hits. Seems to me the DM was just trying to kill the party.
After hearing that story, I don't feel so bad about my house dice rule. Nat 20 or Nat 1, player rolls again. 10 or less, Nat 20 doesn't crit and Nat 1 crit fails. Greater than 10, Nat 20 crits and Nat 1 just misses
Per the wording of fireball, you can cast it through walls. I decided to cast it inside the head of the BBEG. He said I would need to roll for it (none specified) just a normal d20. Nat 20. Guy’s head exploded like a July 4th firework. Might of been a misread on myself or the dm, but needless to say that he from that moment forwards outlawed me doing that :(
In D&D 5e? "A bright streak flashes from your pointing finger to a point you choose within range and then blossoms with a low roar into an explosion of flame." While it doesn't flat out say that you need a line of sight, a streak from your finger to the point implies that it is a physical thing and can't penetrate things. Otherwise, you could use Fireball to burn people on the other side of a 100 feet thick stone wall without seeing them, as long as you know the area. You can cast the spell at a target you can't see, but you have to see the point of origin for the blast. Definitely not intended to pass through walls.
This was actually my first character. Wanting to just be a goof, I made a Tiefling who was a pole-dancing sorcerer. Already off to a great start. At some point we got to a deep cavern area with the remains of a Dwarven village. There was one dwarf barely alive, and he was impaled on a pike in the center of town. Brutal Drow attack had happened at the village, so things we're brutal. Most of us had gone to the center to check him, and a surprise attack came at us from some Drow sorcerers. One combat later, we're wondering what to do. Our monk wanted the pike that was in the center (keeping in mind he was also a dwarf, and had known our dead boy on the pike). He rolled. Failed. I say "Can I help him?" DM allows it, and the monk rolls again. Nat 20. "Blorgus sees a pole and decides he must dance on it, and as he swings around and around you see that the pole is unscrewing itself from the ground." So, Blorgus pole danced on a dead body to get a pike out of pure instinct, and proceeded to do so for several minutes. It was even better, cause our paladin (homebrew deity) was all about "don't disrespect the dead," and he didn't even realize that until we reminded him, because he was so busy laughing.
Context: We're playing a one shot our Temporary DM made when some of our group was out on some trip. We had received a commission from a local lord to take out a large swamp monster that was eating people. We were on a time limit, as another party similar to ours(NPC's) had to save the princess from someone as part of a competition to see how would become a mascot, I don't recall. So we hop on our mounts that were provided to us, and bee-line it to the town called "Hulda" or something. We get there, and an elder directs us on a path in the swamp, and as I thought, the swamp monster shouts at us, "WHAT ARE YE DOIN' IN MY SWAAAAMP?!?!?!" The fight was pretty grueling, as Donkey came out to fight as well. My friend, let's call him Dennis, had a necklace that had 5-6 fireball spells ready to use at any moment(I don't know if this was homebrew or not). Think of it as fireball charges. Dennis was pretty low on health, and he was standing right behind donkey. Dennis: "If I used my Fireball Necklace would the splash damage get me and Arthur(Me)?" DM: "Yeah, so you should probably hold off on that." Dennis: "..." Dennis: "I take my Fireball Necklace off and hold it in my hand." DM: "Okay, not really an action so...what are you gonna do with it?" Dennis: "Ever heard of butt-chugging?" DM: "...Roll for Stealth." (Rolls) Nat 20 Dennis jammed the entire Necklace arm-deep into Donkey's rectum. The DM didn't even have him roll for damage, Donkey's entire body just got vaporized by 5-6 fireball charges at once, and we didn't take splash damage :)
If we're talking 5e, then the Necklace of Fireballs is NOT homebrew. Throwing multiple beads at once simply increases the level of the spell. Six beads makes for an 8th level fireball, dealing 13d6 fire damage
Best one we ever had. so early on level 3 to 5 i can't remember, Our group had been working together to help this Noble eleven Lady and her family reclaim their title and home. Needless to say one of our group was playing a human bard, he was interested in the noble daughter. The daughter was a bit of a tomboy and we all love her as an NPC as she had saved use once by releasing us from a jail. So one night the bard see her setting on the roof top at night watching the full moon. Bard climbs up 1st nat 20, Try to romance her, second Nat 20 again, but DM rule she didn't fall for him but was now interested in him. Pull out a bottle of face spirits and pass her the bottle she take a deep drink and passes back which he take a drink from.(For those who don't know face Spirits is elf wine that if a non elf drinks it they need to pass a con check or hallucinations.) at this point we're chanting at the table. "20, 20, 20!" he Rolls and we all cheer as another 20 hit the table. Now the bard normally has cursed dice so he was on a high. But at this point we all we into it. Dm ask for another con save for the alcohol. At this point i started had an evil thought and started chanting Nat 1 Nat 1. Now i'm the bf of the bard and he was ready to kill me as if i jinx the roll(Which i did) as a nat 1 landed on the table. Dm said he down the drink like pounding back a beer, fine with no problems until which time he continue to go back until he started to tumble off the roof. That is until the tomboy daughter catches him before he falls of the roof and pass out. She then bring him back to his room and we take the time to add insult to misery by stripping him naked and placing his cloths around the inn like an Easter egg hunt. BTW we aided him in his next attempted to romance her and they are now husband and wife in following champagnes.
This one comes from my first ever DND Session. I was playing a 230 pound Dwarven Paladin in Heavy Armour. We run into a lizardfolk trying to mug us and it went like this. Me- I roll to tackle. Dm- Roll for it NAT 20 Dm- Yeeaaaah, you run to tackle him, catch him and break his neck when he hits the ground. Turns out we could’ve turned him into an ally and had a whole session of other quests. But nope, my fat dwarven ass broke his neck trying to tackle him....first NAT 20. SUCCESS.
Yeah, that's bullshit, having to roll to confirm a critical hit after getting a nat 20 is horrible. From the looks of it it also doesn't increase the damage of a critical, so the DM was just trying to fuck the party over.
@@Shark_Puppy That's how 3.5 was, you can check out the old rules. It wasn't a house rule, regardless, the DM was an ass for requiring a Nat 20 to hit.
@@robinthrush9672 Wait, is that not a thing in 5e? A Nat 20 is just straight up double damage? I've only played about 4 games of 5e and that's the way the DM ran it too. I didn't read the book so I assumed it was the same. I'm typically the "forever DM" of the groups I play with, and I run 3.5 since I have all the books I need.
my favorite is definitively when half the party went inside a suspicious house in the woods. We fought some vampires and later, the druid decided to burn it.... with us inside still. the Hexblade decided to teleport out, but then the druid remembered that, because of how his ability works, he would actually be teleported to the body of the vampire we killed, which is inside our corpse bag (we have a necromancer), and then, he remembered that he had some bags of holding with him as well. You know what happens right? Well, the GM allowed him to make an Intelligence check to remember that was a bad idea, he rolled a 1, then the druid, 1, now me, another 1. we got each teleported to a different brand of hell. I went to Limbo, where I had to knock myself out to be able to prepare banishment. The Hexblade went to the second layer of hell, where he stayed for 2 years. And the Druid got sent to Mechanus, a place with out much nature, which for her, was hell.
I had a group that I was GMing. I had this set of black dice that I claimed was cursed. If you need a nat 20, you rolled a 1. If you need a high roll, you rolled low. Whatever you needed, you got the opposite. Hence why I claimed that the dice set was cursed. The only time I used them was when I wanted to go easy on the party when fighting my BBEG. One of players was a practicing wiccan, and said she could "bless" my dice so to counter the curse. Now, a bit of context ... my dad is a Baptist minister. So, I didn't believe her, and dared her to use those dice for the game. She accepted. Long story short ... she set the group record of most nat 1s rolled in a single season (12 if I recall), nearly had a party wipe ... twice, and shook her faith in wicca so much that I was able to witness to her after the session. She didn't roll a single successful roll the entire session that day. I don't have the dice anymore, thank goodness, and she left the group a couple weeks later. But that day will always live on when a set of dice challenged a person's faith.
i don't remember if I've said this story yet, but here goes. i was doing a my hero academia campaign with my friends (still ongoing, this was a few sessions ago). this session dealt with a series of 1v1 fights, arena-style (the sports festival, for anyone familiar with the anime). my character's power depends on his emotions. for anger he gets standard fire, for fear he gets electricity, for sadness it's more of a freezing mist, etc. he's up against an npc that's essentially like a goron from legend of Zelda, so it's made of rock and uses a rolling attack. obviously normal fire doesn't do a lot to rocks, so i tried a different tactic; cold. i make myself sad so it'll be harder to hit me and, obviously, it's really freaking cold. i succeeded in my check to make myself sad, so it's cold. a little time goes on and we're not doing a lot of damage to each other. he doesn't see me but manages not to roll out of bounds, and my other attacks don't do a lot because I'm sad and that affects my attack power. so i decide to go deeper. the emotion past sadness is grief/depression, and with my character it manifests in utter darkness and ice cold. i rolled our dice system's equivalent of two nat 20s, enveloping the whole ring in pitch darkness. due to the cold, my opponent takes strain damage just trying to hit me, while I'm crippled with depression. i won the fight because he could no longer move, frozen stiff. i nat 20'ed on depressing myself.
Our group was hiding from a group of orcs preparing a ambush. Our rouge rolls a one on his stealth but the orcs roll a one on their perception. They roll off and both still roll a one. They then roll again , the orcs roll another one and the rouge rolls a two. We decided that the rouge was hiding behind a sign yelling you can't see me and the orcs were verbally agreeing with him. We laughed so hard we decided to let the orcs go.
I once had both a nat 1 and a nat 20 make an interesting result. I was DMing and one of my party members decided to play some music on the street with his accordion, which he had used previously as a means of interrogation. I had him roll for performance, and he rolled a nat 1, so the performance was the most horrendous thing to anyone's ears in the vicinity and caused immeasurable amounts of pain. At the same time he rolled though, I made a roll to see how enjoyable his performance was. Nat 20. The Devil himself showed up to applaud the player for the song and the sheer amount of suffering he caused, and even offered him a job where the reward was an accordion of gold.
Hey dude. I'm a new player, just finished my third session today. Just wanted to say I love your channel and absolutely love it when you die laughing in the middle of reading.
Much love for the joy of sitting watching stars and listening to you asking how I'm doing after the enjoyment of a set of stories. Thank you for your care of your fans, and I hope that you turn the same care and kindness on yourself. :)
One time I ended up losing all of my weapons and had to quickly improvise against this large dragon-like beast. I decided to try and throw a torch at its head. Rolling a 1, the torch bounced off the beast and burnt the rest of my clothes.
Thank you for your affirmations at the end of all your videos. We need more that in our lives. No matter who you are, you deserve to spoken to with respect, kindness and concern. Thank you
Just got back from a week camping with the family in Algonquin Park. Aside from a crippling sunburn, I'd say life is pretty good. Thanks again for a great read, Brian!
Still the best and most memorable moment that's ever occurred to me during a campaign. We're playing Tomb of Annihilation, and we've reached the City of the Dead. I'm playing a Dragonborn Ranger and one of my friends is playing a baby platinum dragon (he always ran interesting and spicy characters with permission from our DM) who was believed to be a direct descendant of Bahamut (and his deity of choice). We're scouting the town, and get ambushed by some Yuanti archers who are deathly accurate (our DM rolled a lot of high rolls, showing us what he rolled each time). After a few rounds of combat, the baby dragon is on his last legs, as am I. All of a sudden, my friend declares "I'm going to pray to Bahamut to protect my character as my last breath!" DM: "Sure, roll a Religion check for me" Friend: "Nat 20" After some deliberation from the DM and masses of laughter from the table, here's what the DM says: "Bahamut teleports your character to the nearest good-aligned church to protect him from the Yuanti." The nearest church? In the town where the campaign starts. I suddenly appear in front of the church, a 6'8" Dragonborn with a pair of gigantic maces, in a flash of radiant energy so strong my figure is still pulsing of energy when the teleportation is done. The acolytes outside the temple actually started bowing and revering me like some kind of minor god, and I end up getting a magical mace which deals massive damage to undead (handy in an undead campaign where your Ranger's preferred enemy is undead). I'm then teleported back to the rest of the party by the church. Even better, when my character eventually did go down, his soul was spirited away by Bahamut and the entire party went into mourning (for those that are unfamiliar with Tomb of Annihilation campaign, you lose your soul when you die, meaning you can't normally be restored) Tl;dr - My soul was saved by Bahamut twice, and a random church worships me.
In the Pathfinder game I ran, the two-handed fighter started the campaign by cracking her earthbreaker hammer's shaft trying to burst open a door because of a natural 1. That same fighter ended the campaign by critting the fleeing final boss, doing over 1,000 damage and smiting his ruin across the piles of his slain followers. Great bookends for Rodika, the Unmaker.
I'm a part of a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon themed D&D campaign with some friends, and sometimes we do random roleplays with our characters, and a lot of craziness happens during these roleplays. The DM decided to come up with a magic item that is a metronome that causes the user who flicks the pendulum to use a random move much like the Metronome Pokemon move. At one point one of the party members, who is played by the DM, used the metronome and got to use Baby Doll Eyes, and my other friend and I had to roll in order to not get affected. I rolled a nat 1 and my other friend rolled a 16. My character was affected by the cuteness, and let me just say my character is normally VERY serious and stern, but she was flattered by the party member who used the metronome. The rogue in our party, the one who rolled a 16, had to hit my character in the head in order to snap her out of the trance she was in, and it kinda worked. Either way I was dying of laughter when all this happened.
In my favorite 3.5 game, the DM had us confirm our crits. While this sounds annoying it led to one of the most ridiculous scenes in the game. My ranger was getting gored by a dire boar, and in comes the sneaky, rapier toteing rogue. He rolls a nat 20 on attack. "Ok, confirm it." "Nat 20" The DM was so shocked, he had the rogue roll again for a triple crit. "Nat 20" Needless to say, the rogue shoved his rapier where the sun don't shine, and my ranger was covered head to toe in boar guts. Recently my 5e game had to deal with an invasion of ducks in town. Ya, nutty. So we stop by the goliath mayor's house to see if he knows anything. The poor guy has been trying to throw a stray duck out the window several times, only for it to flutter back on the windowsill with a bored "Quack". So my dragonborn paladin does the only logical thing. "I punch the duck!" "Ok, roll it!" "Nat 20" I punched the darn thing so hard, it went flying across town, and later when we went to the tavern, a smoldering roast duck was lying there, waiting for us. My paladin certainly lived up to the nickname "Thunderfist" after that.
My players always roll extremely well when I give them the option to study something or uncover clues/hints about the greater plot. One time they explored a laboratory of an evil mage, returned with a bunch of his notes, and then they spent about a day of in-game-time deciphering them. I had them roll investigation checks based on which part of his notes they focused on. There were 5 parts total each giving different information about the greater story and lore. Three of them rolled nat 20s and the other two I believe were above a 15. Needless to say they learned a LOT that session. A LOT more than I originally intended.
Easily the most memorable moment from my groups first dnd campaign. We’d taken a job to clear out a goblin warband before they became a real problem. Sounded like a decently simple task for a low level group (we were level 2 at the time). However upon reaching the area of their encampment it turned out not to be the small conglomerate of huts and tents we’d expected but rather a large wooden fort containing over 100 goblins, orcs and even a few ogers. Now we might have been new to dnd but we all realised that we wouldn't stand a chance in a straight up fight and so we started scrambling for ideas. After about 30 minutes of mostly fruitless planning our half-orc barbarian got bored and decided to solve the problem himself. The rest of our characters were too caught up in the planning to notice he’d wandered off before he was already at the gates of the fortress. Dm: 10 goblins with spears and crude armour sully out to meet you, what do you do? Barbarian: I bellow “How dare you block my path!” at them. Dm: Ok, roll intimidation. Natural 20. The goblins part with clattering teeth and the the barbarian strides right into the middle of the fortress and bellows out a challenge to whoever is in charge of the warband. He is then approached by a huge orc carrying a massive hammer who glares down at him in disgust. Barbarian: “Are you the sorry excuse that passes for a warchief around here?” The orc becomes enraged and charges with a bellow of “I’ll teach you your place halfbreed!” Combat ensues and goes in our barbarians favour ending with another natural 20 sending the badly wounded warchief careening into a group of onlooking goblins. Dm: The warchief is too badly wounded to even stand but still alive. Barbarian: I walk up to him and tear his head off. Dm: Ok, this is gonna be hard but roll a strength check. Another natural 20. Our barbarian walks up to the wounded warchief, effortlessly tears his head of his shoulders and raises it high with a victorious roar. Dm: The warband looks enraged and some seem to be preparing to charge you, roll an intimidation check. Another natural 20. Dm, after a moment of stunned silence: The hoards looks changes to a mixture of terror, awe and admiration. To them, you’ve proven your worth as their leader. And that's the story of how our barbarian single handedly defeated an entire orcish warband level 2. TL;DR Group has to take on a huge warband, barbarian gets bored of planning and nat 20’s his way into becoming their leader instead.
Rogue is slowly falling asleep from calming music Rogue: I slap myself in the face Dm: roll for attack Rogue: nat 20 Dm: roll sneak attack damage because you didn't expect to slap your self so hard Rogue almost kills himself and blood is pouring down his face.
despite going through a divorce and current events + nearly constant threat of deployment (military) the wholesome ending was a huge boon to my mental health. keep up the great work.
Had a party member Nat 1 on trying to hit a band of gnolls in a desert. He hit the sand dune behind them and pulled a sleeping adult blue dragon out of it.
I can imagine that scenario. Blue Dragon: How Dare You Interrupt My Nap! Party Member: (points at gnolls) They were going to steal your treasure! Gnolls: What? No! Wait!
@@lockwoan01 lol kinda want went down, the dragon was someone they were looking for and tho a ass hat didn't try and kill them. Just told them to go away in many colorful ways.
Happened to me a couple days ago. My party was exploring a warehouse where we just fought off some Kenku and rescued a noble. The dice gods were good to me this session. After a series (5 or 6) of very high rolls (17+ each roll) I find a secret door, notice it's trapped, disarm the trap and open the door. I go to look inside the room and roll a nat 1. DM said I could no longer even see the door I just opened. DM gave me inspiration because it was so funny to lose the favor of the dice gods after so many great rolls
The one-shot of the Buckrabbits (i think that's what they were called, been a couple years) where my character rolled a nat 20 to shoot on of these things and the arrow went throw one, ricochetted off a tree, and killed a second. Not the most awesome but the most memorable
I ran a session in which a crime lord paid each party member 100 gold for a job. One of our rogues rolled to pickpocket a friend, and he rolled a Nat 1. This resulted in his own coin pouch falling to the ground and spilling. I let the other two players roll percentile to see what they could pick up. One rolled 46, the other rolled 53. The original rogue was left with one coin.
This happened during the first campaign I DMed. Players were all new to DnD so the first part of the campaign was rather railroady but I still let them do their weird and zany things that make DnD fun. We had just finished up the first story arc and introduced the BBEG on the starting island. The players found themselves in a port city on the mainland. They were on their way to visit the queen who was going to personally thank them. First however they needed to speak with the Baron who ran the city. Turns out that the city is divided heavily by racism. Specifically tall vs. short races. The tall people viewed themselves as superior. I gave the party basically two options. Do the easier morally wrong thing or go the harder, morally good route. They seemed to be heading down the morally good route which is what I expected. Essentially it would end up with them doing something to help the short people overthrow their oppressors. What I wasn't expecting was for the half-elf swashbuckler to explain that he understood their plight because he was enslaved as a child. (He did not mention this to me before hand because he wanted to bring it up naturally in the campaign. He tried to convince the short people to incite a riot. The short people simply wanted to escape the city but the half-elf rolled three nat 20's in a row (along with a wicked cha stat) to convince the three leaders of the short people to lead their people in an attack of the Baron's mansion. They ended up helping to storm the mansion and overthrow the Baron making them enemies of the state which completely derailed the campaign but it was a heartfelt gritty moment the was fun to experience. That's why I love DnD!
i sure this will be lost in the comments but the ending of the video some how made me smile and feel better about life its always nice to hear those kinds of words from someone who has no reason to say them other than genuine care.
One of my players botched a roll during the campaign after party. Woke up three days later naked, with a ball-gag laying next to him that was labeled "Phoenix AZ." He then botched his roll to remember the last three days. This was ten years ago real-time, and many campaigns ago, and "Phoenix AZ" still remains as one of our better running "gags".
I can't say it's the best, as I only played a few times before and there weren't really any net twenties. This was one of the first Nat twenties. The reason I think it is the best and funniest already, is because the character that rolled the not 20 happened repeatedly if I'm not mistaken. My character had an NPC sister as part of his storyline, who is 6 years old and a triple-class level 3. For the record, I did not create any of the class stuff, the DM did. Two players each playing two characters, he wanted the NPC sister to have a little aid in her. Anyway ... All the pieces are at strickaven University getting a scavenger hunt over and done with once they've been thrust into a group, and my secondary characters baby sister was helping to solve a lot of the riddles, and find the items. The funniest thing was that a battle immediately followed, which she did some hefty aid and damage in. During the investigation afterward, she picked up a miscellaneous burned scroll and rolled a Nat 20 in order to identify WTF it was. Newbie college students didn't have a clue.
I hope this is the appropriate place to put this. I actually rolled three nat 20s and a 19 in one encounter against a vampire at lv7. Some background information: I'm in my first campaign, and this is my 6th or 7th game ever (played just yesterday). I'm playing a dwarven rogue assassin with dual-wielding, have a pet barn owl (Lil' Jack has increased INT/WIS), and am wearing a Cloak of Moonlight (+4 to stealth and can go invisible once per day). We started at lv5 and I was lv7 at the start of this encounter. We'd fought this vampire two sessions ago and almost had the entire party killed, 2 PCs and an NPC companion but due to the grace of our DM, we (the PCs only) managed to escape and crawl out of the vampire's lair barely alive to nurse our wounds or something. We then took a few weeks and collected enough loot and gold for me to "rent" a Shield Guardian, buy some holy water, and enchant my rapier with celestial (turned out not to be needed) before returning to fight the vampire one more time. So, we're sneaking back into this vampires lair, I'm invisible and stealthed, hugging the walls until I get around 40 feet behind the vampire before I telepathically call my shield guardian down the stairway straight to me (and towards the vampire), once it gets to within 120 feet (too far away to attack), I have it charge forward to make as much noise as possible and shaking the cavern to scare the thing. It backs up and I have to roll to maintain stealth (my first nat 20), and it doesn't detect me. Then, when the shield guardian gets to within 10 feet or so of the vampire, the vampire changes into a small bat and flies up out of it's reach, so I send my barn out to swipe at the bat and then retreat behind my shield guardian (rolled a 19, and turns out small bats have 1hp). The vampire falls to the ground taking damage and lying prone, so I send my shield guardian forward to restrain it and fire my crossbow right into it's shoulder (I'd dumped all of my holy water onto the bolts) for a critical hit and sneak attack (broke my stealth and invisibility though :( for around 40+ points of damage). The next turn it broke free and used some kind of "legendary action effect" to run 60 feet away and is now facing away from my shield guardian. Next I ask my DM, "Me: this guardian is basically a giant tank, right? Him: Yes. Me: And I can run 60 feet if I don't attack? Him: That's right. Me: Okay, since he's now only 50 feet away and facing away from me, I command my guardian to charge right through him. Him: Alright. Roll to hit. Me: Nat 20... My shield guardian barrels right through him, dealing 40 more points of hp damage and knocking it onto it's ass. Stunned, I get another turn to attack, have my guardian restrain the vampire again move closer and fire my crossbow into it once more to bring it down to like 3 hp.... It screeches "What do you want" and I answer "we've been sent to collect a blood sample from you, then jam my syringe into it's neck to draw a full vial of vampire blood before my companion, (a bard that's been invisible this whole time) finally comes out of invisibility to cast blindness on the vampire just so we can cut off it's head. We then proceeded to cauterize it's neck wound, wrap it in a canvas and tie it up. Rolled survival to see how well I tied the knots (for shits and giggle) and that was my third nat20. We turn in the vial of blood, vampire's head, and body (separately) into the town for a bunch of gold and the promise of future favors. It was a lot of fun and I was proud of my rolls that night, I and my guardian did something like 125+ damage in three rounds. I think I'll keep playing D&D!
I was in a feywild adventure where you basically had to use totems (items that come from or are connected to a place you want to reach) and roll a charisma saving throw that determines how accurately you can reach your destination. I'm playing a Vedalken Artificer, and so I have advantage on all charisma saving throws. Every time I have tried to control travel thus far in the campaign, I have rolled under a 5 even with advantage and it has ended poorly. After a particularly harrowing encounter where my party was almost scattered by a tornado, I got ticked off, and decided I had had enough. I took the totem we were using and forced a travel roll. I rolled with advantage and rolled two natural 20s. My dm's jaw dropped and he looked at his notes for 5 silent minutes. He said, haltingly "well... You walk and you travel and you... Find yourself in a dark room." Turns out the totem was a floor tile from a prison in the Summer Court that currently held a neutered Fomorian. It promptly tried to eat us.
We were in a one-off campaign that was going well. My cleric and the others (a bard, a fighter, and a cat rogue) were in a haunted mansion investigating it because of some guy that asked us to go over there for money. (btw this was my first time ever playing d&d) We cleared most of the bottom floor, but my 17 roll lead us to finding a secret room under the stairway. This room had all sorts of potions and treasures. The fighter decided he wanted to drink one of the mystery potions. Of course, this ended very badly. He rolled a nat 1 and ended up drinking a potion of poison. He got immediately downed, and had to heal him for the rest of the session. Now, we can’t trust him when drinking any potion or doing really anything.
Rouge, "I sneak up to the door of the crypt, then sneakily crack open the door to peek inside." DM, "Roll me 2 stealth checks." Rouge *rolls a 17 and a 1* DM, "You sneak up to the door of the crypt like a shadow in the night. Not a sound is heard as you reach the door. You then trip and open the door with your face. The skeleton inside notices you as you faceplant at it's feet."
I was new to D&D and it was like my third or fourth session, At the time I was playing this big hulking warforged barbarian as I didn't quite understand fully all the facets of d&d character creation yet. My and my party were clearing some castle dungeon thing and we entered a room with a ruined bedframe (like one i assume you can see through) and a desk off to the side. Party makes perception checks which make me happen to see a flash of something underneath the bed. Me saying fuck it as I am newer go to "move the bed and rage in the process" Nat 20'd and proceeded to yeet the bed into the ceiling as it shattered only leaving the 4 bedposts very stuck. Then out came three miphids.
Best nat 1 a player used polymorph to transform into a dragon turtle so we could ferry civilians across this massive river so the dm asked for the dragon turtle to roll a swim check dc 16 (the dragon turtle had +14 in swim) and the player rolled a nat 1 all the civilians drowned
Didn't find a more recent episode, so it's here. I remember this time when I was still a new GM. The group had to go deal with a group of Storm Giants, and the Barbarian rolled to attack with their greataxe. At this point, I was running with an explosive 1's rule where 1's not only missed, but I had them roll another d20 to see how badly they missed. Very similarly to a story in this video, they rolled a natural 1, and rolled a 20 to figure out what happened. They then rolled another 20 because I was unsure what to do here. The barbarian accidentally threw his greataxe when he swung - right into the Storm Giant's eye.
The funniest nat 1 I’ve ever witnessed happened when we were sneaking around the barracks of a pirate ship. We were all going to roll to sneak to the other side of the barracks floor, and that’s what we all did except for our rogue who, for some reason, said he was going to roll to stomp across the floor as loud as he could. He rolled a nat 1 and the DM hilariously described him sneaking across the entire floor past all of the sleeping deck hands without making a sound.
In the start of a campaign (that i still play) my character was hungry, and there nothing nearby me to eat, but i see a lake. Then, i decide to make a improvised fishing rod With some bamboos that were there, and got a few vines to use as a string, then, my DM said to roll a d20, to see if I caught any fish. I roll a NAT 20, and i don't fish any great fish, but the LAKE NESS MONSTER, he was not a enemy, but not a friend. He just claped 3 times, and made infront of me a giant table, up with a lot of food.
Fighting Gnolls, There's this pit thing and the Gnolls are all jumping over it, save one. This gnoll has been named Fred the Unlucky, he rolled a nat 1 and fell into the spike pit, then every turn after rolled nat 1s or low scores whenever he tried to climb out the pit... In the end he died just from being stuck on a spike
Ok so once i was doing a one shot and it was the very last turn of the session because of time and we were gonna finish next time. It was my turn and my level 5 Goliath Cleric hit the last enemy that was kicking out butts with the level 5 Guilding Bolt. I hit and rolled 6 6-sided dice for damage. Every single dice rolled a 6, ending in 36 damage killing the opponent. Everyone FREAKED OUT, which is fair because that's like a once in a lifetime thing to see anyone roll, let alone be the person to roll something THAT GOOD
This last week, our sorcerer couldn't make it, but he said it was okay for one of us to control his player. I volunteered since his character and mine have similar strategies in combat. I accidentally got us into combat while we're in desperate need of a long rest. We were level 5 at the time, fighting assassins that had laced their shortswords with a poison that deALT 7D6 DAMAGE on a failed save and half on a success. This resulted in a battle of us constantly going down and picking each other up with 1 hp (Thanks Goodberry). One of the assassins hits the sorcerer with close to max damage while he's at 1 hp, doing >40 damage. He has a max hp of 32. If I don't make this CON save for half damage, this is instant death of someone else's character while they're not at the table, I'm controlling them and I got them into this mess. I rolled. Natural 1. The table went silent, everyone was in shock. What did I just do? I'm trying to find a way to save him, spells, reactions, anything. That's when I saw the inspiration box. IT HAS A CHECK. The DM allows it, "If he's got it, USE IT." I rolled one more time. Natural 20. We all heaved an enormous sigh of relief. He was still down, but he wasn't dead and I don't have to live with the burden of killing someone else's character. TLDR; I almost got another player's character killed while they weren't at the table, but inspiration saved his life.
First part not a nat 20, but did ultimately lead to the nat 20. Playing an evil campaign, and our party is to infiltrate a charity ball to steal the proceeds. My character, a tiefling bard by the name of Tet'Anus(tet-a-noose), takes a place in the ball's orchestra. We, the band, had to play a classical string piece that Tet'Anus had forgotten to bring a string instrument for. So he grabbed the first thing he saw- a handful of spoons. Rolled performance, roll ended as a 20(16 + charisma modifier). Outplayed the rest of the bards with the bloody spoons. Later on, Tet'Anus was in the main city looking for information and was general 'we have downtime before next mission, what do you do?' scenario. He goes to the docks and starts performing near another street bard with bagpipes. Tet'Anus takes out his handy dandy spoons and starts outplaying the other bard with them. Bard rolls, gets a really low number, I roll, beat him by 1 after bonuses. So Tet'Anus starts fairly bad, and we're attracting attention due to the oddity of spoons. Bard rolls again, another low roll and... Nat 20 performance check. Tet'Anus grins like a fool and starts massively outplaying the bagpiped bard, going so far as to walk over and use the guy and his bagpipes as a impromptu drum to play the spoons upon. Whole table was laughing. Now our yaun-ti pureblood necromancer wants to get the spoons enchanted.
Anyone remember ZEKE from Metalgear? well it turned up in my campaign, on the enemy side. Here's how it's first encounter went: Artificer: "I want to make it think that we're on it's side" Me: "Ok, roll deception or persuasion" Artificer: Nat 1 Me: "Ooooookay, roll again, just to see what happens" I don't usually have them confirm rolls. Artificer: Nat 1 Me: Artificer: Me: "So apparently, ZEKE was programmed to attack all of you specifically. You can't trick it." Artificer: "well heck"
Right at the begin of our campaign we had to investigate a cellar for some nasty rats (I know, the basic "first quest"). My friend, a wizard, tried to find tracks of the rats to determine where they had come from. He rolled a 1, and our DM told him he found tracks, but that he was convinced it were Dragon-tracks. Throughout the whole quest our wizard told us "look out for the dragon, he must be here somewhere!". Was great fun. In the same quest, our dwarven barbarian who loves beer wanted to crack open one of the large beer-barrels in the cellar (it was below a tavern) with his axe. Rolled a 20, and our DM told him "You hit that thing so successfully that instead of a small crack you explode the whole barrel". It became a running gag, especially since he failed to crack even old and week doors after that a couple of times.
I was once playing as an Orc Wizard in a 5E campaign. It was a Hoard of the Dragon Queen run, but the DM had to do a lot of revisions. During a custom side-quest he made up for us, we were searching rooms for information, and we found a locked desk in one of them. I'm an Orc, so my Strength is a bit higher than Wizards should be. I figured I could just break the little desk lock by forcing the drawer open. I rolled a 1. The Orc struggles to break open a desk drawer and can't do it. The Dragonborn Paladin pretty much said "step aside, I got this". He gets in position and attempts to force open the desk drawer. He rolls a 1 too. The Orc and the Dragonborn both struggle to open a simple desk drawer.
Set up a difficult 1v1 fight between one of my players and the leader of a barbarian horde. Initiative is rolled, player goes first, gets DOUBLE CRITS before the chief could rage. Puts the chief at less than 20 hp before her first turn.
*3 Nat20s.* Said mentioned this story before, but it's sooooo good. DM like having us roll multiple skill checks "Roll for X, Y, or Z." I tend to get good rolls and I have no negative modifiers. DM tells us to make one of three skill checks. I can't recall what skills they were - they don't matter. Me: (Rolled poorly.) Using Inspiration. *(Nat20!)* I got a 20. DM: In what? Me: It's a *Nat20!* (Let him look at it, and leaned back.) I'll fill in what needs filled in. DM: Okay. Who- Guy Next To Me: I also got a *Nat20!* We start to chuckle. DM: Alright. Who- Guy With Worst Luck Ever: I *Also* got a *Nat20!* We all look at his dice - this guy has the worst luck ever, and has negative modifiers in Wisdom, Intelligence, and Charisma - and we burst out laughing. Other Player: Guess even a broke watch is correct twice a day. DM: What? The DM is Ex-Military, and still stuck on that time, so us Civilians explain the joke to him. DM: Well, in any case, here's what you all know now. *The Scared Tiefling Bard* Party is heading to my Character's homeland. My guy had been the leader of a rebellion/coup that didn't go so well, and had been kicked out of his homeland. However, seems that there's a militant group that is *very* pro-human in charge, and an NPC ally has information about what's going on, and everyone rolls, as the information is very bad. Roll between 20-15 - you're good. Roll between 15-10 - you feel queasy. (I'm in this area) Roll between 10-5 - You feel queasy, and you can't use Inspiration. (Some fall in this area.) Roll less than 5 - You feel queasy, can't use Inspiration, and you have to roll with Disadvantage..... (Only one falls in this area - the tiefling bard, who rolled a *Nat1* and worse yet, had a negative modifier, so in actuality, he got a 0.) While most of the affected got over their fear in an (in-game) hour or so, it took the tiefling bard like (in-game) half the day. At one point, he'd even rolled a 20 - too bad the other d20 wasn't also a 20. *Blind Enemies* Party ends up outside a city that, as it turns out, has been terrorized by some nasty enemies, and isn't on good terms with my guy's homeland. As it is, my guy doesn't get a good welcome, and neither does the undead tiefling assassin (Let's just say that the god of death turned him into an undead thrall in order to save him from a nasty plague.) Other members of the party, who were a ways behind us, get a bit friendlier, if cold, welcome (me and the undead tiefling had managed to avoid getting covered in hot oil), but still weren't allowed entry. Basically, the enemy was going to be coming any time now, to wipe out the city, who has lost a lot of people to prior attacks and sickness. Since my character feels like their honor has been sullied, he decides to stand and fight. The rest, motivated by one reason or another (defend the helpless, reputation as being the saviors of another city, living up to the mantle of a dead relative, curiosity, pride), all decide to fight as well. Party: Variant Human Fighter (me), Gnome Cleric, half-orc barbarian, wood elf inqusative rogue, undead tiefling assassin rogue, a dwarf (Can't remember what class, but I doubt the dwarf knows either), and a couple of bards. (Also, we are out of any higher-tier spells, due to trying to cure people in the party of sickness, but most everyone has some sort of ranged weapon.) Opposition: Ettin on ankylosaurus mount, with a pack of Gnolls and Gnoll Pack Lord. Battle Plan - Barbarian and myself stand in the middle of the road, as it seems that the Ettin and their mount are using the road, with the two rogues nearby. The rest go into the woods, to prevent the enemy Gnolls from flanking around us. This is about when the DM has the bad guys roll their Perception Checks. *Nat1s!* Both groups of enemies fail to see the obvious trap, and I managed to throw a few javelins at the Ettin, as does the half-orc, and the rogues get a few arrows in (Sneak Attacks man!) and the rest also do some damage. Of course, the Ettin and their mount don't go down easy, and the Gnolls loose their own arrows. My guy goes down due to a blow from the mount, but the Ettin and dinosaur are eventually dead, the Gnolls are confused due to some Fog Cloud and the Wood Elf rogue gets the bright idea to set an arrow on fire, and ignites the forest ablaze, which kills the Gnolls. Guy at the City's Gates: You managed to beat them?
my favorite, I was playing a cleric for the first time in my first 5e campaign (I'd played 4e before). I was level 3 and still getting used to my spells when our group comes across a group of goblins. I was the first in the room and in melee range of one, and rolled high initiative so I went first. Up cast inflict wounds to second level. nat 20. roll for damage. now, for those who don't play DnD, a crit on a second level inflict wounds is 8d8. I end up doing 55 points of damage. and for those who don't know, your average goblin has about 7 hit points. My character earned the nickname "overkill" after completely vaporizing the goblin and now goblins all over the world live in fear of my character and will run at the sight of him.
Playing in an apocalypse-themed campaign in a non-magic/fantasy world. We happen upon kobolds (first sign something is wrong). Our bard says "I'm gonna try to talk to them". He rolls a 20. "Guys! Im a fucking parseltongue!"
Alright, here’s mine: This happened in the first battle of my very first DnD campaign with 4 of my friends (one was dm). For context behind the characters’ reactions, we had a giant aasimar paladin who was the embodiment of “PRAISE THE SUN, MOTHERFUCKER” but hates removing his helmet. There was a Kobold bard and an amnesiac Dragonborn fighter on a quest to find their past (both played by one friend). There was a greedy eyepatched asshole of a wood elf ranger who had sold his soul, yet we all still absolutely loved. Finally there was me, a Tiefling Monk who was being hunted by his demon grandfather for being the (albeit EXTREMELY reluctant) heir to the 4th ring of hell. Everyone but me is a veteran DND player. We’re 15 minutes into the campaign, and our merry band of misfits has gone through the obligatory tavern scene to meet up, we have some funny hijinx in there that even got the stoic Goliath barkeep laughing his ass off about, but we bail because a hoard of bandits has suddenly swarmed the town at night, and we try to find a place to set up shop and wait out the storm. Funny note I should add: the last we saw of that Goliath barkeep, he had rushed out into the mob with a pair of giant metal beer kegs on his fists like boxing gloves that were set on fire from the leaking alcohol. Favorite NPC I’ve ever encountered, but back to the story. In our escape, we rush into a graveyard and are cornered by a set of 5 bandits. In hindsight that was a beginner level battle, but I was still terrified like the newbie I was, since my friend said our DM would pull no punches later. I was the last one to go and the others had already breezed through their bandits and I make my rolls for a quarterstaff and a following unarmed strike. Nat 20, max damage on both rolls. At this point I was freaking out and my DM was so impressed with my beginners luck that he gave me permission to describe the kill however I wanted, no holds barred. So after a few seconds of calming down and contemplating, I whisper the details to my DM, and he describes the following course of events, (adding a few funny details for each of the party members). The dark of that cloudy night is shattered by a bright light as the titanic golden hand of the DM himself reaches down from the heavens and is descending upon the poor bandit. As this happens our paladin gets down on his knees believing that the sun god he worshipped has conquered the night, and he finally obtains the courage to remove his helmet. Our Dragonborn and Kobold both receive their memories again and find instant inner peace. Our Wood Elf’s eye has suddenly healed, and has the unbelievable urge to share his wealth and not be a jackass for once. And my tiefling went up in a blaze of fire, as being in the presence of such holy might was enough to nearly kill him, but he was still overjoyed. Then, the godly being brought his finger down on the bandit and said with a mighty thundering voice, **”BOOOOOOP!”** and Ctrl+Alt+Deleted his ass, as we all put it. An instant later, a brighter light flashed and everything went back to normal. Everyone went back to their usual selves again in every way with no memory of that heavenly encounter and no trace of the bandit I just managed to smite. The only clues that remained of the ordeal were a massive hand shaped opening in the clouds which was outlined by a full moon behind it, and my tiefling was now blackened with ash, but otherwise undamaged since it was all for comedic effect. That started a running gag through the entirety of the campaign to follow. Now whenever a PC would land a killing blow with a max damage nat 20, the Meta God would return and smite our enemy with similar results that got us laughing every time. We summoned the more times through the entire story, and my dm still uses it in campaigns with other people, always sure to make mention of 5 merry misfits surrounding the descending hand in memory of our original party.....one of which was perpetually on fire. THAT was what got me hooked on this game.
we're in this city based off of a horror carnival aesthetic and we're buying new clothes because we're all in prisoners' attire. so i'm in a shop with 2 other players and i ask the DM "is there like, a jester's hat or something" because one of the PCs (my friend joseph whom my character actually cannot stand) literally just insulted the queen of the city TO HER FACE and i wanted to get him the carnival equivalent of a dunce hat. the DM goes "yeah there's like this black jester's hat with silver bells and gold skulls embroidered on it" i ask for the price; 3 gold. i put it back because 3 gold is too much, but the shopkeeper is visibly disappointed and goes "1 gold???" i buy the hat. i get outside and i go up to joseph and im like "look what i got you!!!" and hold up the hat. joseph does Not Trust the hat and asks to make an arcana check to see if it's a magical item or not. DM: that hat is extremely cursed me, immediately: i plop the hat onto joseph's head DM, trying not to laugh: both of you make a dexterity check to see if you can put the hat on joseph's head without him avoiding it joseph: 19 me: nat 20 joseph ends up going on a rampage. he's destroying things left and right, is trying to attack everything that moves. here's the thing, though: every time we tried taking the hat off it would just tighten around his head and we kept failing our strength checks. poor joseph ended up taking 19 points of piercing damage before we managed to get it off. sorry joseph.
Female Halfling Bard with really high Charisma had to try to stop a prison fight. She ran to the prison kitchen, found some cookies, offered them to the brawling prisoners and rolled a nat 20 on a Charisma check. She manages to charm the prisoners into stopping a fellow prisoner who was in a barbarian blood-lust back into his cell. Absolutely no the way I thought that session was going to play out.
My younger sister rolled a Nat 20 on sheering a sheep.
I described how she was so clean and godly at sheering that sheep, five other sheep nearby dropped their wool simultaneously
I know this is a year later but that’s hilarious
Hmm… I’ve heard this somewhere before
The remastered episodes should be labeled "rerolled"
Dude I think from now on I'll call them re-rolled and I'll also pass this to Rip.
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Having to roll a Nat20 twice for a crit is a dumbass house rule, not gonna lie.
same with crit fails breaking weapons, even magical weapons, that blows
@@jamiejammss It isn't as bad of an idea as it seems only it is poorly balanced in this case. You could either assign it 1 or 2 % of a chance of it happening or having it progress in stages.
1st stage: You dull your weapon get -1 to damage and you can remove it during rest or short rest if you don't and crit miss again
2nd stage: You bend and/or crack your weapon get -2 to hit and -2 to damage, can be fixed by blacksmith for 5 to 10% of the price of new
3rd stage: weapon is visibly breaking -4 to hit and damage must be reforged for 50% of price
4th stage: Broken and gone
What's more, you make that rule and then you make the party fight a fucking creature that can only be damaged by critical hits. Seems to me the DM was just trying to kill the party.
After hearing that story, I don't feel so bad about my house dice rule. Nat 20 or Nat 1, player rolls again. 10 or less, Nat 20 doesn't crit and Nat 1 crit fails. Greater than 10, Nat 20 crits and Nat 1 just misses
It's the dumbest thing ever
Per the wording of fireball, you can cast it through walls. I decided to cast it inside the head of the BBEG. He said I would need to roll for it (none specified) just a normal d20. Nat 20. Guy’s head exploded like a July 4th firework.
Might of been a misread on myself or the dm, but needless to say that he from that moment forwards outlawed me doing that :(
In D&D 5e? "A bright streak flashes from your pointing finger to a point you choose within range and then blossoms with a low roar into an explosion of flame." While it doesn't flat out say that you need a line of sight, a streak from your finger to the point implies that it is a physical thing and can't penetrate things. Otherwise, you could use Fireball to burn people on the other side of a 100 feet thick stone wall without seeing them, as long as you know the area. You can cast the spell at a target you can't see, but you have to see the point of origin for the blast. Definitely not intended to pass through walls.
@@backonlazer791 stick a finger up someone's nose
@@alexanderthegreat6682 Lmao!
You need line of sight on the point of casting, but the radius can go around small walls
Should do a vid where you voice act as the old text-to-speech voice. Meta.
I knew I recognized the channel name but I haven't watched these in so long I didn't realize it was the one that used the text to speech.
This was actually my first character. Wanting to just be a goof, I made a Tiefling who was a pole-dancing sorcerer. Already off to a great start. At some point we got to a deep cavern area with the remains of a Dwarven village. There was one dwarf barely alive, and he was impaled on a pike in the center of town. Brutal Drow attack had happened at the village, so things we're brutal. Most of us had gone to the center to check him, and a surprise attack came at us from some Drow sorcerers. One combat later, we're wondering what to do. Our monk wanted the pike that was in the center (keeping in mind he was also a dwarf, and had known our dead boy on the pike). He rolled. Failed. I say "Can I help him?" DM allows it, and the monk rolls again. Nat 20. "Blorgus sees a pole and decides he must dance on it, and as he swings around and around you see that the pole is unscrewing itself from the ground." So, Blorgus pole danced on a dead body to get a pike out of pure instinct, and proceeded to do so for several minutes. It was even better, cause our paladin (homebrew deity) was all about "don't disrespect the dead," and he didn't even realize that until we reminded him, because he was so busy laughing.
Context: We're playing a one shot our Temporary DM made when some of our group was out on some trip.
We had received a commission from a local lord to take out a large swamp monster that was eating people. We were on a time limit, as another party similar to ours(NPC's) had to save the princess from someone as part of a competition to see how would become a mascot, I don't recall. So we hop on our mounts that were provided to us, and bee-line it to the town called "Hulda" or something. We get there, and an elder directs us on a path in the swamp, and as I thought, the swamp monster shouts at us, "WHAT ARE YE DOIN' IN MY SWAAAAMP?!?!?!"
The fight was pretty grueling, as Donkey came out to fight as well. My friend, let's call him Dennis, had a necklace that had 5-6 fireball spells ready to use at any moment(I don't know if this was homebrew or not). Think of it as fireball charges. Dennis was pretty low on health, and he was standing right behind donkey.
Dennis: "If I used my Fireball Necklace would the splash damage get me and Arthur(Me)?"
DM: "Yeah, so you should probably hold off on that."
Dennis: "..."
Dennis: "I take my Fireball Necklace off and hold it in my hand."
DM: "Okay, not really an action so...what are you gonna do with it?"
Dennis: "Ever heard of butt-chugging?"
DM: "...Roll for Stealth."
(Rolls)
Nat 20
Dennis jammed the entire Necklace arm-deep into Donkey's rectum. The DM didn't even have him roll for damage, Donkey's entire body just got vaporized by 5-6 fireball charges at once, and we didn't take splash damage :)
If we're talking 5e, then the Necklace of Fireballs is NOT homebrew. Throwing multiple beads at once simply increases the level of the spell. Six beads makes for an 8th level fireball, dealing 13d6 fire damage
@@mathybrain8 yeah, it was 5e.
NOOOO! You had to kill Shrek! AND DONKEY!?
@@DJROCKSTAZ it's okay. All donkeys are dicks.
Best one we ever had. so early on level 3 to 5 i can't remember, Our group had been working together to help this Noble eleven Lady and her family reclaim their title and home. Needless to say one of our group was playing a human bard, he was interested in the noble daughter. The daughter was a bit of a tomboy and we all love her as an NPC as she had saved use once by releasing us from a jail. So one night the bard see her setting on the roof top at night watching the full moon. Bard climbs up 1st nat 20, Try to romance her, second Nat 20 again, but DM rule she didn't fall for him but was now interested in him. Pull out a bottle of face spirits and pass her the bottle she take a deep drink and passes back which he take a drink from.(For those who don't know face Spirits is elf wine that if a non elf drinks it they need to pass a con check or hallucinations.) at this point we're chanting at the table. "20, 20, 20!" he Rolls and we all cheer as another 20 hit the table. Now the bard normally has cursed dice so he was on a high. But at this point we all we into it. Dm ask for another con save for the alcohol. At this point i started had an evil thought and started chanting Nat 1 Nat 1. Now i'm the bf of the bard and he was ready to kill me as if i jinx the roll(Which i did) as a nat 1 landed on the table. Dm said he down the drink like pounding back a beer, fine with no problems until which time he continue to go back until he started to tumble off the roof. That is until the tomboy daughter catches him before he falls of the roof and pass out. She then bring him back to his room and we take the time to add insult to misery by stripping him naked and placing his cloths around the inn like an Easter egg hunt. BTW we aided him in his next attempted to romance her and they are now husband and wife in following champagnes.
The little bit at the end is always so wholesome, you're the best man! I needed that today
This one comes from my first ever DND Session. I was playing a 230 pound Dwarven Paladin in Heavy Armour. We run into a lizardfolk trying to mug us and it went like this. Me- I roll to tackle. Dm- Roll for it NAT 20 Dm- Yeeaaaah, you run to tackle him, catch him and break his neck when he hits the ground. Turns out we could’ve turned him into an ally and had a whole session of other quests. But nope, my fat dwarven ass broke his neck trying to tackle him....first NAT 20. SUCCESS.
Goth Jesus I’ve definitely thought about it 😂😂
I can just imagine the sound the people in the tavern heard when he tried to kick door open probably something like “(THUD).... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
God bless you Brian! Thanks, and I you and co doing well too!
I don't know why that party kept going with that last story, that rule seems like bullshit especially breaking a +3 weapon just like that
Yeah, that's bullshit, having to roll to confirm a critical hit after getting a nat 20 is horrible. From the looks of it it also doesn't increase the damage of a critical, so the DM was just trying to fuck the party over.
@@Shark_Puppy That's how 3.5 was, you can check out the old rules. It wasn't a house rule, regardless, the DM was an ass for requiring a Nat 20 to hit.
@@adampetra7865 true that. Roll to confirm critical, if it doesn't best their AC, it's just a normal hit. Go go power critical feat!
@@adampetra7865 When I got back into D&D last year from 3.0 my DM kept that critical confirmation in 5e.
@@robinthrush9672 Wait, is that not a thing in 5e? A Nat 20 is just straight up double damage? I've only played about 4 games of 5e and that's the way the DM ran it too. I didn't read the book so I assumed it was the same.
I'm typically the "forever DM" of the groups I play with, and I run 3.5 since I have all the books I need.
my favorite is definitively when half the party went inside a suspicious house in the woods. We fought some vampires and later, the druid decided to burn it.... with us inside still. the Hexblade decided to teleport out, but then the druid remembered that, because of how his ability works, he would actually be teleported to the body of the vampire we killed, which is inside our corpse bag (we have a necromancer), and then, he remembered that he had some bags of holding with him as well. You know what happens right?
Well, the GM allowed him to make an Intelligence check to remember that was a bad idea, he rolled a 1, then the druid, 1, now me, another 1. we got each teleported to a different brand of hell.
I went to Limbo, where I had to knock myself out to be able to prepare banishment.
The Hexblade went to the second layer of hell, where he stayed for 2 years.
And the Druid got sent to Mechanus, a place with out much nature, which for her, was hell.
Your outros are the highlight of my day, thank you
Meat and taters sounds amazing right now. How are you guys doing?
We out here getting ready for tomorrow’s livestream! 😱😱😱
All I heard was "Southern talk". Lol.
(Born and raised in Arkansas, soooo...😜🤣)
Taters? What is... Taters?
Poh-tay-tohs! Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew?
The meat n potatos.
@@Otatsuke hey same lol that’s cool
I had a group that I was GMing. I had this set of black dice that I claimed was cursed. If you need a nat 20, you rolled a 1. If you need a high roll, you rolled low. Whatever you needed, you got the opposite. Hence why I claimed that the dice set was cursed. The only time I used them was when I wanted to go easy on the party when fighting my BBEG.
One of players was a practicing wiccan, and said she could "bless" my dice so to counter the curse.
Now, a bit of context ... my dad is a Baptist minister. So, I didn't believe her, and dared her to use those dice for the game. She accepted.
Long story short ... she set the group record of most nat 1s rolled in a single season (12 if I recall), nearly had a party wipe ... twice, and shook her faith in wicca so much that I was able to witness to her after the session.
She didn't roll a single successful roll the entire session that day.
I don't have the dice anymore, thank goodness, and she left the group a couple weeks later. But that day will always live on when a set of dice challenged a person's faith.
Duck religion XD (I'm kidding, though I am a freethinker :p)
Lol
Ok I need to hit this guy with low damage to free him
*nat 20*
@@cubing7276 Or, roll a dex check? 😂
@@NarutoHigh160 what if you can’t get near that guy because of difficult terrain, traps etc
i don't remember if I've said this story yet, but here goes. i was doing a my hero academia campaign with my friends (still ongoing, this was a few sessions ago). this session dealt with a series of 1v1 fights, arena-style (the sports festival, for anyone familiar with the anime).
my character's power depends on his emotions. for anger he gets standard fire, for fear he gets electricity, for sadness it's more of a freezing mist, etc. he's up against an npc that's essentially like a goron from legend of Zelda, so it's made of rock and uses a rolling attack. obviously normal fire doesn't do a lot to rocks, so i tried a different tactic; cold. i make myself sad so it'll be harder to hit me and, obviously, it's really freaking cold. i succeeded in my check to make myself sad, so it's cold.
a little time goes on and we're not doing a lot of damage to each other. he doesn't see me but manages not to roll out of bounds, and my other attacks don't do a lot because I'm sad and that affects my attack power. so i decide to go deeper. the emotion past sadness is grief/depression, and with my character it manifests in utter darkness and ice cold.
i rolled our dice system's equivalent of two nat 20s, enveloping the whole ring in pitch darkness. due to the cold, my opponent takes strain damage just trying to hit me, while I'm crippled with depression. i won the fight because he could no longer move, frozen stiff.
i nat 20'ed on depressing myself.
Next time I'm shooting a turret on a tank and I need more depression to hit, I'll give you a call.
Our group was hiding from a group of orcs preparing a ambush. Our rouge rolls a one on his stealth but the orcs roll a one on their perception. They roll off and both still roll a one. They then roll again , the orcs roll another one and the rouge rolls a two. We decided that the rouge was hiding behind a sign yelling you can't see me and the orcs were verbally agreeing with him. We laughed so hard we decided to let the orcs go.
Reminds me of a story that these guys did involving a half-orc who "sneaked" by yelling at folks "You Don't See Me!"
Your little check ins at the end of the videos are honestly great, I really appreciate them 💕 Thank you
I once had both a nat 1 and a nat 20 make an interesting result. I was DMing and one of my party members decided to play some music on the street with his accordion, which he had used previously as a means of interrogation. I had him roll for performance, and he rolled a nat 1, so the performance was the most horrendous thing to anyone's ears in the vicinity and caused immeasurable amounts of pain. At the same time he rolled though, I made a roll to see how enjoyable his performance was. Nat 20. The Devil himself showed up to applaud the player for the song and the sheer amount of suffering he caused, and even offered him a job where the reward was an accordion of gold.
No one:
Absolutely no one:
Not a single soul:
The devil:
I just want to say that I'm a huge fan.
@@parkerwhaley5942 XD
Nice touch with the gold accordion. Did he accept the offer?
Did he accept LOL
@@chicken2844 of course he did lol
Hey dude. I'm a new player, just finished my third session today. Just wanted to say I love your channel and absolutely love it when you die laughing in the middle of reading.
I'm glad you're remastering these videos, text to speech gives me anxiety
Imagine trying to roll Performance to impress some children alongside your Prestidigitation and Orcus shows up behind you and cracks his knuckles.
Much love for the joy of sitting watching stars and listening to you asking how I'm doing after the enjoyment of a set of stories. Thank you for your care of your fans, and I hope that you turn the same care and kindness on yourself. :)
Currently working on my only day off over 4 weeks. These videos keep me sane. Love the content and all of you narrators. Keep up the fantastic work.
One time I ended up losing all of my weapons and had to quickly improvise against this large dragon-like beast. I decided to try and throw a torch at its head. Rolling a 1, the torch bounced off the beast and burnt the rest of my clothes.
Your videos make me happy. Thanks for making the endings all so positive.
Thank you for your affirmations at the end of all your videos. We need more that in our lives. No matter who you are, you deserve to spoken to with respect, kindness and concern. Thank you
Just got back from a week camping with the family in Algonquin Park. Aside from a crippling sunburn, I'd say life is pretty good. Thanks again for a great read, Brian!
i really loved remembering these from the og video! though can you please do more animated videos, i really liked that one episode
Another one is coming, it's a few weeks away!
Yeayyyy
i get so many low perception rolls. nat 1- yup that floor is made of floor all right
Tomorrow I will meet with my friends to roleplay(star wars). My forth time I roleplay, yeah, I'm a newbie LMAO
Have fun! Everyone starts out as a newb.
So happy I stumbled across this channel, having so much fun listening to these stories, lol
Thanks 😊
Still the best and most memorable moment that's ever occurred to me during a campaign.
We're playing Tomb of Annihilation, and we've reached the City of the Dead. I'm playing a Dragonborn Ranger and one of my friends is playing a baby platinum dragon (he always ran interesting and spicy characters with permission from our DM) who was believed to be a direct descendant of Bahamut (and his deity of choice). We're scouting the town, and get ambushed by some Yuanti archers who are deathly accurate (our DM rolled a lot of high rolls, showing us what he rolled each time). After a few rounds of combat, the baby dragon is on his last legs, as am I.
All of a sudden, my friend declares "I'm going to pray to Bahamut to protect my character as my last breath!"
DM: "Sure, roll a Religion check for me"
Friend: "Nat 20"
After some deliberation from the DM and masses of laughter from the table, here's what the DM says:
"Bahamut teleports your character to the nearest good-aligned church to protect him from the Yuanti."
The nearest church? In the town where the campaign starts.
I suddenly appear in front of the church, a 6'8" Dragonborn with a pair of gigantic maces, in a flash of radiant energy so strong my figure is still pulsing of energy when the teleportation is done. The acolytes outside the temple actually started bowing and revering me like some kind of minor god, and I end up getting a magical mace which deals massive damage to undead (handy in an undead campaign where your Ranger's preferred enemy is undead). I'm then teleported back to the rest of the party by the church.
Even better, when my character eventually did go down, his soul was spirited away by Bahamut and the entire party went into mourning (for those that are unfamiliar with Tomb of Annihilation campaign, you lose your soul when you die, meaning you can't normally be restored)
Tl;dr - My soul was saved by Bahamut twice, and a random church worships me.
In the Pathfinder game I ran, the two-handed fighter started the campaign by cracking her earthbreaker hammer's shaft trying to burst open a door because of a natural 1. That same fighter ended the campaign by critting the fleeing final boss, doing over 1,000 damage and smiting his ruin across the piles of his slain followers. Great bookends for Rodika, the Unmaker.
I'm a part of a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon themed D&D campaign with some friends, and sometimes we do random roleplays with our characters, and a lot of craziness happens during these roleplays. The DM decided to come up with a magic item that is a metronome that causes the user who flicks the pendulum to use a random move much like the Metronome Pokemon move. At one point one of the party members, who is played by the DM, used the metronome and got to use Baby Doll Eyes, and my other friend and I had to roll in order to not get affected. I rolled a nat 1 and my other friend rolled a 16. My character was affected by the cuteness, and let me just say my character is normally VERY serious and stern, but she was flattered by the party member who used the metronome. The rogue in our party, the one who rolled a 16, had to hit my character in the head in order to snap her out of the trance she was in, and it kinda worked. Either way I was dying of laughter when all this happened.
In my favorite 3.5 game, the DM had us confirm our crits. While this sounds annoying it led to one of the most ridiculous scenes in the game.
My ranger was getting gored by a dire boar, and in comes the sneaky, rapier toteing rogue. He rolls a nat 20 on attack.
"Ok, confirm it."
"Nat 20"
The DM was so shocked, he had the rogue roll again for a triple crit.
"Nat 20"
Needless to say, the rogue shoved his rapier where the sun don't shine, and my ranger was covered head to toe in boar guts.
Recently my 5e game had to deal with an invasion of ducks in town. Ya, nutty. So we stop by the goliath mayor's house to see if he knows anything. The poor guy has been trying to throw a stray duck out the window several times, only for it to flutter back on the windowsill with a bored "Quack".
So my dragonborn paladin does the only logical thing.
"I punch the duck!"
"Ok, roll it!"
"Nat 20"
I punched the darn thing so hard, it went flying across town, and later when we went to the tavern, a smoldering roast duck was lying there, waiting for us.
My paladin certainly lived up to the nickname "Thunderfist" after that.
My players always roll extremely well when I give them the option to study something or uncover clues/hints about the greater plot. One time they explored a laboratory of an evil mage, returned with a bunch of his notes, and then they spent about a day of in-game-time deciphering them. I had them roll investigation checks based on which part of his notes they focused on. There were 5 parts total each giving different information about the greater story and lore. Three of them rolled nat 20s and the other two I believe were above a 15. Needless to say they learned a LOT that session. A LOT more than I originally intended.
I watch the vids for the awesome stories and your speech at the end. It really helps thank you
Easily the most memorable moment from my groups first dnd campaign.
We’d taken a job to clear out a goblin warband before they became a real problem. Sounded like a decently simple task for a low level group (we were level 2 at the time). However upon reaching the area of their encampment it turned out not to be the small conglomerate of huts and tents we’d expected but rather a large wooden fort containing over 100 goblins, orcs and even a few ogers.
Now we might have been new to dnd but we all realised that we wouldn't stand a chance in a straight up fight and so we started scrambling for ideas. After about 30 minutes of mostly fruitless planning our half-orc barbarian got bored and decided to solve the problem himself. The rest of our characters were too caught up in the planning to notice he’d wandered off before he was already at the gates of the fortress.
Dm: 10 goblins with spears and crude armour sully out to meet you, what do you do?
Barbarian: I bellow “How dare you block my path!” at them.
Dm: Ok, roll intimidation.
Natural 20. The goblins part with clattering teeth and the the barbarian strides right into the middle of the fortress and bellows out a challenge to whoever is in charge of the warband. He is then approached by a huge orc carrying a massive hammer who glares down at him in disgust.
Barbarian: “Are you the sorry excuse that passes for a warchief around here?”
The orc becomes enraged and charges with a bellow of “I’ll teach you your place halfbreed!”
Combat ensues and goes in our barbarians favour ending with another natural 20 sending the badly wounded warchief careening into a group of onlooking goblins.
Dm: The warchief is too badly wounded to even stand but still alive.
Barbarian: I walk up to him and tear his head off.
Dm: Ok, this is gonna be hard but roll a strength check.
Another natural 20. Our barbarian walks up to the wounded warchief, effortlessly tears his head of his shoulders and raises it high with a victorious roar.
Dm: The warband looks enraged and some seem to be preparing to charge you, roll an intimidation check.
Another natural 20.
Dm, after a moment of stunned silence: The hoards looks changes to a mixture of terror, awe and admiration. To them, you’ve proven your worth as their leader.
And that's the story of how our barbarian single handedly defeated an entire orcish warband level 2.
TL;DR Group has to take on a huge warband, barbarian gets bored of planning and nat 20’s his way into becoming their leader instead.
Rogue is slowly falling asleep from calming music
Rogue: I slap myself in the face
Dm: roll for attack
Rogue: nat 20
Dm: roll sneak attack damage because you didn't expect to slap your self so hard
Rogue almost kills himself and blood is pouring down his face.
despite going through a divorce and current events + nearly constant threat of deployment (military) the wholesome ending was a huge boon to my mental health. keep up the great work.
Gotta say, I watched the old tts vids and I like the new stuff so much more. It just adds a new feel that just fits.
Love your end notes. I am normally just a creeper but I needed that today
Dude the "you shit your armor" and "you slipped and fell in your own shit" caught me off guard like a mf. I'm dying of laughter
Had a party member Nat 1 on trying to hit a band of gnolls in a desert. He hit the sand dune behind them and pulled a sleeping adult blue dragon out of it.
I can imagine that scenario.
Blue Dragon: How Dare You Interrupt My Nap!
Party Member: (points at gnolls) They were going to steal your treasure!
Gnolls: What? No! Wait!
@@lockwoan01 lol kinda want went down, the dragon was someone they were looking for and tho a ass hat didn't try and kill them. Just told them to go away in many colorful ways.
@@ramviolet6795 I've had a few good *Nat20* and *Nat1* moments in my games.
*rolls to check floor for traps*
*nat 1*
Hmm yes, this floor appears to be made of floor
Happened to me a couple days ago. My party was exploring a warehouse where we just fought off some Kenku and rescued a noble. The dice gods were good to me this session. After a series (5 or 6) of very high rolls (17+ each roll) I find a secret door, notice it's trapped, disarm the trap and open the door. I go to look inside the room and roll a nat 1. DM said I could no longer even see the door I just opened. DM gave me inspiration because it was so funny to lose the favor of the dice gods after so many great rolls
These stories bring back memories, if I was a little younger I would start playing again.
Loved your lil motivation pep talk at the end 🥰
The one-shot of the Buckrabbits (i think that's what they were called, been a couple years) where my character rolled a nat 20 to shoot on of these things and the arrow went throw one, ricochetted off a tree, and killed a second. Not the most awesome but the most memorable
I never got breaking weapons on net ones like swords are hard to break , bend yes break no, with a bend it may be less usable but it can be repaired
I ran a session in which a crime lord paid each party member 100 gold for a job. One of our rogues rolled to pickpocket a friend, and he rolled a Nat 1. This resulted in his own coin pouch falling to the ground and spilling. I let the other two players roll percentile to see what they could pick up. One rolled 46, the other rolled 53.
The original rogue was left with one coin.
This happened during the first campaign I DMed. Players were all new to DnD so the first part of the campaign was rather railroady but I still let them do their weird and zany things that make DnD fun. We had just finished up the first story arc and introduced the BBEG on the starting island. The players found themselves in a port city on the mainland. They were on their way to visit the queen who was going to personally thank them. First however they needed to speak with the Baron who ran the city. Turns out that the city is divided heavily by racism. Specifically tall vs. short races. The tall people viewed themselves as superior. I gave the party basically two options. Do the easier morally wrong thing or go the harder, morally good route. They seemed to be heading down the morally good route which is what I expected. Essentially it would end up with them doing something to help the short people overthrow their oppressors. What I wasn't expecting was for the half-elf swashbuckler to explain that he understood their plight because he was enslaved as a child. (He did not mention this to me before hand because he wanted to bring it up naturally in the campaign. He tried to convince the short people to incite a riot. The short people simply wanted to escape the city but the half-elf rolled three nat 20's in a row (along with a wicked cha stat) to convince the three leaders of the short people to lead their people in an attack of the Baron's mansion. They ended up helping to storm the mansion and overthrow the Baron making them enemies of the state which completely derailed the campaign but it was a heartfelt gritty moment the was fun to experience. That's why I love DnD!
i sure this will be lost in the comments but the ending of the video some how made me smile and feel better about life its always nice to hear those kinds of words from someone who has no reason to say them other than genuine care.
That bard, "I fucked my way into this situation, and i'll fuck my way out of it too."
One of my players botched a roll during the campaign after party. Woke up three days later naked, with a ball-gag laying next to him that was labeled "Phoenix AZ." He then botched his roll to remember the last three days. This was ten years ago real-time, and many campaigns ago, and "Phoenix AZ" still remains as one of our better running "gags".
I'm majorly breaking the dont split the party rule.
My party is going to be split between sessions to go on completely different quests to eachother.
😂 Hi Brian. Aaron here checking in after the video. 😆 Your Awesome! lol
God, your intro reminded me of my mama's corned beef and hash
I can't say it's the best, as I only played a few times before and there weren't really any net twenties. This was one of the first Nat twenties.
The reason I think it is the best and funniest already, is because the character that rolled the not 20 happened repeatedly if I'm not mistaken. My character had an NPC sister as part of his storyline, who is 6 years old and a triple-class level 3. For the record, I did not create any of the class stuff, the DM did. Two players each playing two characters, he wanted the NPC sister to have a little aid in her.
Anyway ... All the pieces are at strickaven University getting a scavenger hunt over and done with once they've been thrust into a group, and my secondary characters baby sister was helping to solve a lot of the riddles, and find the items. The funniest thing was that a battle immediately followed, which she did some hefty aid and damage in. During the investigation afterward, she picked up a miscellaneous burned scroll and rolled a Nat 20 in order to identify WTF it was. Newbie college students didn't have a clue.
I hope this is the appropriate place to put this. I actually rolled three nat 20s and a 19 in one encounter against a vampire at lv7. Some background information: I'm in my first campaign, and this is my 6th or 7th game ever (played just yesterday). I'm playing a dwarven rogue assassin with dual-wielding, have a pet barn owl (Lil' Jack has increased INT/WIS), and am wearing a Cloak of Moonlight (+4 to stealth and can go invisible once per day). We started at lv5 and I was lv7 at the start of this encounter. We'd fought this vampire two sessions ago and almost had the entire party killed, 2 PCs and an NPC companion but due to the grace of our DM, we (the PCs only) managed to escape and crawl out of the vampire's lair barely alive to nurse our wounds or something. We then took a few weeks and collected enough loot and gold for me to "rent" a Shield Guardian, buy some holy water, and enchant my rapier with celestial (turned out not to be needed) before returning to fight the vampire one more time. So, we're sneaking back into this vampires lair, I'm invisible and stealthed, hugging the walls until I get around 40 feet behind the vampire before I telepathically call my shield guardian down the stairway straight to me (and towards the vampire), once it gets to within 120 feet (too far away to attack), I have it charge forward to make as much noise as possible and shaking the cavern to scare the thing. It backs up and I have to roll to maintain stealth (my first nat 20), and it doesn't detect me. Then, when the shield guardian gets to within 10 feet or so of the vampire, the vampire changes into a small bat and flies up out of it's reach, so I send my barn out to swipe at the bat and then retreat behind my shield guardian (rolled a 19, and turns out small bats have 1hp). The vampire falls to the ground taking damage and lying prone, so I send my shield guardian forward to restrain it and fire my crossbow right into it's shoulder (I'd dumped all of my holy water onto the bolts) for a critical hit and sneak attack (broke my stealth and invisibility though :( for around 40+ points of damage). The next turn it broke free and used some kind of "legendary action effect" to run 60 feet away and is now facing away from my shield guardian. Next I ask my DM, "Me: this guardian is basically a giant tank, right? Him: Yes. Me: And I can run 60 feet if I don't attack? Him: That's right. Me: Okay, since he's now only 50 feet away and facing away from me, I command my guardian to charge right through him. Him: Alright. Roll to hit. Me: Nat 20... My shield guardian barrels right through him, dealing 40 more points of hp damage and knocking it onto it's ass. Stunned, I get another turn to attack, have my guardian restrain the vampire again move closer and fire my crossbow into it once more to bring it down to like 3 hp.... It screeches "What do you want" and I answer "we've been sent to collect a blood sample from you, then jam my syringe into it's neck to draw a full vial of vampire blood before my companion, (a bard that's been invisible this whole time) finally comes out of invisibility to cast blindness on the vampire just so we can cut off it's head. We then proceeded to cauterize it's neck wound, wrap it in a canvas and tie it up. Rolled survival to see how well I tied the knots (for shits and giggle) and that was my third nat20. We turn in the vial of blood, vampire's head, and body (separately) into the town for a bunch of gold and the promise of future favors. It was a lot of fun and I was proud of my rolls that night, I and my guardian did something like 125+ damage in three rounds. I think I'll keep playing D&D!
I was in a feywild adventure where you basically had to use totems (items that come from or are connected to a place you want to reach) and roll a charisma saving throw that determines how accurately you can reach your destination. I'm playing a Vedalken Artificer, and so I have advantage on all charisma saving throws.
Every time I have tried to control travel thus far in the campaign, I have rolled under a 5 even with advantage and it has ended poorly. After a particularly harrowing encounter where my party was almost scattered by a tornado, I got ticked off, and decided I had had enough. I took the totem we were using and forced a travel roll. I rolled with advantage and rolled two natural 20s.
My dm's jaw dropped and he looked at his notes for 5 silent minutes. He said, haltingly "well... You walk and you travel and you... Find yourself in a dark room."
Turns out the totem was a floor tile from a prison in the Summer Court that currently held a neutered Fomorian. It promptly tried to eat us.
We were in a one-off campaign that was going well. My cleric and the others (a bard, a fighter, and a cat rogue) were in a haunted mansion investigating it because of some guy that asked us to go over there for money. (btw this was my first time ever playing d&d) We cleared most of the bottom floor, but my 17 roll lead us to finding a secret room under the stairway. This room had all sorts of potions and treasures. The fighter decided he wanted to drink one of the mystery potions. Of course, this ended very badly. He rolled a nat 1 and ended up drinking a potion of poison. He got immediately downed, and had to heal him for the rest of the session. Now, we can’t trust him when drinking any potion or doing really anything.
Rouge, "I sneak up to the door of the crypt, then sneakily crack open the door to peek inside." DM, "Roll me 2 stealth checks." Rouge *rolls a 17 and a 1* DM, "You sneak up to the door of the crypt like a shadow in the night. Not a sound is heard as you reach the door. You then trip and open the door with your face. The skeleton inside notices you as you faceplant at it's feet."
I was new to D&D and it was like my third or fourth session, At the time I was playing this big hulking warforged barbarian as I didn't quite understand fully all the facets of d&d character creation yet. My and my party were clearing some castle dungeon thing and we entered a room with a ruined bedframe (like one i assume you can see through) and a desk off to the side. Party makes perception checks which make me happen to see a flash of something underneath the bed. Me saying fuck it as I am newer go to "move the bed and rage in the process" Nat 20'd and proceeded to yeet the bed into the ceiling as it shattered only leaving the 4 bedposts very stuck. Then out came three miphids.
Road to 100k!!! Congrats, RipDaddy'o!
I don't play but I've been watching your videos and it's a good laugh. Thanks for the story's.
That last one just screams classic Barbarian. When in doubt, just add more RAGE!
2:13 when you relize that snape was a bard all along.
Best nat 1 a player used polymorph to transform into a dragon turtle so we could ferry civilians across this massive river so the dm asked for the dragon turtle to roll a swim check dc 16 (the dragon turtle had +14 in swim) and the player rolled a nat 1 all the civilians drowned
I always get a chuckle at the one where he killed the grandma! XD
Didn't find a more recent episode, so it's here.
I remember this time when I was still a new GM. The group had to go deal with a group of Storm Giants, and the Barbarian rolled to attack with their greataxe. At this point, I was running with an explosive 1's rule where 1's not only missed, but I had them roll another d20 to see how badly they missed. Very similarly to a story in this video, they rolled a natural 1, and rolled a 20 to figure out what happened. They then rolled another 20 because I was unsure what to do here. The barbarian accidentally threw his greataxe when he swung - right into the Storm Giant's eye.
The funniest nat 1 I’ve ever witnessed happened when we were sneaking around the barracks of a pirate ship. We were all going to roll to sneak to the other side of the barracks floor, and that’s what we all did except for our rogue who, for some reason, said he was going to roll to stomp across the floor as loud as he could.
He rolled a nat 1 and the DM hilariously described him sneaking across the entire floor past all of the sleeping deck hands without making a sound.
New backgrounds are amazing!
In the start of a campaign (that i still play) my character was hungry, and there nothing nearby me to eat, but i see a lake.
Then, i decide to make a improvised fishing rod With some bamboos that were there, and got a few vines to use as a string, then, my DM said to roll a d20, to see if I caught any fish. I roll a NAT 20, and i don't fish any great fish, but the LAKE NESS MONSTER, he was not a enemy, but not a friend. He just claped 3 times, and made infront of me a giant table, up with a lot of food.
Fighting Gnolls, There's this pit thing and the Gnolls are all jumping over it, save one.
This gnoll has been named Fred the Unlucky, he rolled a nat 1 and fell into the spike pit, then every turn after rolled nat 1s or low scores whenever he tried to climb out the pit... In the end he died just from being stuck on a spike
Even if I didn't like tabletop rpgs, I'd still watch Brian's vids for his wholesome as fuck outros. ly man 💕
Ok so once i was doing a one shot and it was the very last turn of the session because of time and we were gonna finish next time. It was my turn and my level 5 Goliath Cleric hit the last enemy that was kicking out butts with the level 5 Guilding Bolt.
I hit and rolled 6 6-sided dice for damage. Every single dice rolled a 6, ending in 36 damage killing the opponent.
Everyone FREAKED OUT, which is fair because that's like a once in a lifetime thing to see anyone roll, let alone be the person to roll something THAT GOOD
This last week, our sorcerer couldn't make it, but he said it was okay for one of us to control his player. I volunteered since his character and mine have similar strategies in combat. I accidentally got us into combat while we're in desperate need of a long rest. We were level 5 at the time, fighting assassins that had laced their shortswords with a poison that deALT 7D6 DAMAGE on a failed save and half on a success. This resulted in a battle of us constantly going down and picking each other up with 1 hp (Thanks Goodberry).
One of the assassins hits the sorcerer with close to max damage while he's at 1 hp, doing >40 damage. He has a max hp of 32. If I don't make this CON save for half damage, this is instant death of someone else's character while they're not at the table, I'm controlling them and I got them into this mess. I rolled.
Natural 1.
The table went silent, everyone was in shock. What did I just do? I'm trying to find a way to save him, spells, reactions, anything. That's when I saw the inspiration box. IT HAS A CHECK. The DM allows it, "If he's got it, USE IT." I rolled one more time.
Natural 20.
We all heaved an enormous sigh of relief. He was still down, but he wasn't dead and I don't have to live with the burden of killing someone else's character.
TLDR; I almost got another player's character killed while they weren't at the table, but inspiration saved his life.
Your friendly rules lawyer here to mention that there are no critical successes or failures on ability checks and saving throws
First part not a nat 20, but did ultimately lead to the nat 20.
Playing an evil campaign, and our party is to infiltrate a charity ball to steal the proceeds. My character, a tiefling bard by the name of Tet'Anus(tet-a-noose), takes a place in the ball's orchestra. We, the band, had to play a classical string piece that Tet'Anus had forgotten to bring a string instrument for. So he grabbed the first thing he saw- a handful of spoons. Rolled performance, roll ended as a 20(16 + charisma modifier). Outplayed the rest of the bards with the bloody spoons.
Later on, Tet'Anus was in the main city looking for information and was general 'we have downtime before next mission, what do you do?' scenario. He goes to the docks and starts performing near another street bard with bagpipes. Tet'Anus takes out his handy dandy spoons and starts outplaying the other bard with them. Bard rolls, gets a really low number, I roll, beat him by 1 after bonuses. So Tet'Anus starts fairly bad, and we're attracting attention due to the oddity of spoons. Bard rolls again, another low roll and... Nat 20 performance check. Tet'Anus grins like a fool and starts massively outplaying the bagpiped bard, going so far as to walk over and use the guy and his bagpipes as a impromptu drum to play the spoons upon. Whole table was laughing. Now our yaun-ti pureblood necromancer wants to get the spoons enchanted.
9:00
me internally: don’t do it... don’t do it....
also me: dONT YOU KNOW, YOU NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY!
Note to self never shoot the bad guy while he is holding somebody hostage
Can you please make a video about most interesting romances in d&d?
Anyone remember ZEKE from Metalgear? well it turned up in my campaign, on the enemy side. Here's how it's first encounter went:
Artificer: "I want to make it think that we're on it's side"
Me: "Ok, roll deception or persuasion"
Artificer: Nat 1
Me: "Ooooookay, roll again, just to see what happens"
I don't usually have them confirm rolls.
Artificer: Nat 1
Me:
Artificer:
Me: "So apparently, ZEKE was programmed to attack all of you specifically. You can't trick it."
Artificer: "well heck"
Right at the begin of our campaign we had to investigate a cellar for some nasty rats (I know, the basic "first quest"). My friend, a wizard, tried to find tracks of the rats to determine where they had come from. He rolled a 1, and our DM told him he found tracks, but that he was convinced it were Dragon-tracks. Throughout the whole quest our wizard told us "look out for the dragon, he must be here somewhere!". Was great fun.
In the same quest, our dwarven barbarian who loves beer wanted to crack open one of the large beer-barrels in the cellar (it was below a tavern) with his axe. Rolled a 20, and our DM told him "You hit that thing so successfully that instead of a small crack you explode the whole barrel". It became a running gag, especially since he failed to crack even old and week doors after that a couple of times.
I was once playing as an Orc Wizard in a 5E campaign. It was a Hoard of the Dragon Queen run, but the DM had to do a lot of revisions. During a custom side-quest he made up for us, we were searching rooms for information, and we found a locked desk in one of them. I'm an Orc, so my Strength is a bit higher than Wizards should be. I figured I could just break the little desk lock by forcing the drawer open. I rolled a 1. The Orc struggles to break open a desk drawer and can't do it. The Dragonborn Paladin pretty much said "step aside, I got this". He gets in position and attempts to force open the desk drawer. He rolls a 1 too. The Orc and the Dragonborn both struggle to open a simple desk drawer.
Not gonna lie I needed that man.. I’m doing alright. Thank you
Set up a difficult 1v1 fight between one of my players and the leader of a barbarian horde. Initiative is rolled, player goes first, gets DOUBLE CRITS before the chief could rage. Puts the chief at less than 20 hp before her first turn.
Personally I would have brought the Viking to the throne room for awkward family shenanigans. But that's me
*3 Nat20s.*
Said mentioned this story before, but it's sooooo good.
DM like having us roll multiple skill checks "Roll for X, Y, or Z." I tend to get good rolls and I have no negative modifiers.
DM tells us to make one of three skill checks. I can't recall what skills they were - they don't matter.
Me: (Rolled poorly.) Using Inspiration. *(Nat20!)* I got a 20.
DM: In what?
Me: It's a *Nat20!* (Let him look at it, and leaned back.) I'll fill in what needs filled in.
DM: Okay. Who-
Guy Next To Me: I also got a *Nat20!*
We start to chuckle.
DM: Alright. Who-
Guy With Worst Luck Ever: I *Also* got a *Nat20!*
We all look at his dice - this guy has the worst luck ever, and has negative modifiers in Wisdom, Intelligence, and Charisma - and we burst out laughing.
Other Player: Guess even a broke watch is correct twice a day.
DM: What?
The DM is Ex-Military, and still stuck on that time, so us Civilians explain the joke to him.
DM: Well, in any case, here's what you all know now.
*The Scared Tiefling Bard*
Party is heading to my Character's homeland. My guy had been the leader of a rebellion/coup that didn't go so well, and had been kicked out of his homeland. However, seems that there's a militant group that is *very* pro-human in charge, and an NPC ally has information about what's going on, and everyone rolls, as the information is very bad.
Roll between 20-15 - you're good.
Roll between 15-10 - you feel queasy. (I'm in this area)
Roll between 10-5 - You feel queasy, and you can't use Inspiration. (Some fall in this area.)
Roll less than 5 - You feel queasy, can't use Inspiration, and you have to roll with Disadvantage..... (Only one falls in this area - the tiefling bard, who rolled a *Nat1* and worse yet, had a negative modifier, so in actuality, he got a 0.)
While most of the affected got over their fear in an (in-game) hour or so, it took the tiefling bard like (in-game) half the day. At one point, he'd even rolled a 20 - too bad the other d20 wasn't also a 20.
*Blind Enemies*
Party ends up outside a city that, as it turns out, has been terrorized by some nasty enemies, and isn't on good terms with my guy's homeland. As it is, my guy doesn't get a good welcome, and neither does the undead tiefling assassin (Let's just say that the god of death turned him into an undead thrall in order to save him from a nasty plague.) Other members of the party, who were a ways behind us, get a bit friendlier, if cold, welcome (me and the undead tiefling had managed to avoid getting covered in hot oil), but still weren't allowed entry. Basically, the enemy was going to be coming any time now, to wipe out the city, who has lost a lot of people to prior attacks and sickness.
Since my character feels like their honor has been sullied, he decides to stand and fight. The rest, motivated by one reason or another (defend the helpless, reputation as being the saviors of another city, living up to the mantle of a dead relative, curiosity, pride), all decide to fight as well.
Party: Variant Human Fighter (me), Gnome Cleric, half-orc barbarian, wood elf inqusative rogue, undead tiefling assassin rogue, a dwarf (Can't remember what class, but I doubt the dwarf knows either), and a couple of bards. (Also, we are out of any higher-tier spells, due to trying to cure people in the party of sickness, but most everyone has some sort of ranged weapon.)
Opposition: Ettin on ankylosaurus mount, with a pack of Gnolls and Gnoll Pack Lord.
Battle Plan - Barbarian and myself stand in the middle of the road, as it seems that the Ettin and their mount are using the road, with the two rogues nearby. The rest go into the woods, to prevent the enemy Gnolls from flanking around us.
This is about when the DM has the bad guys roll their Perception Checks. *Nat1s!* Both groups of enemies fail to see the obvious trap, and I managed to throw a few javelins at the Ettin, as does the half-orc, and the rogues get a few arrows in (Sneak Attacks man!) and the rest also do some damage.
Of course, the Ettin and their mount don't go down easy, and the Gnolls loose their own arrows. My guy goes down due to a blow from the mount, but the Ettin and dinosaur are eventually dead, the Gnolls are confused due to some Fog Cloud and the Wood Elf rogue gets the bright idea to set an arrow on fire, and ignites the forest ablaze, which kills the Gnolls.
Guy at the City's Gates: You managed to beat them?
my favorite, I was playing a cleric for the first time in my first 5e campaign (I'd played 4e before). I was level 3 and still getting used to my spells when our group comes across a group of goblins. I was the first in the room and in melee range of one, and rolled high initiative so I went first. Up cast inflict wounds to second level. nat 20. roll for damage. now, for those who don't play DnD, a crit on a second level inflict wounds is 8d8. I end up doing 55 points of damage. and for those who don't know, your average goblin has about 7 hit points. My character earned the nickname "overkill" after completely vaporizing the goblin and now goblins all over the world live in fear of my character and will run at the sight of him.
Playing in an apocalypse-themed campaign in a non-magic/fantasy world. We happen upon kobolds (first sign something is wrong). Our bard says "I'm gonna try to talk to them". He rolls a 20. "Guys! Im a fucking parseltongue!"
Alright, here’s mine:
This happened in the first battle of my very first DnD campaign with 4 of my friends (one was dm). For context behind the characters’ reactions, we had a giant aasimar paladin who was the embodiment of “PRAISE THE SUN, MOTHERFUCKER” but hates removing his helmet. There was a Kobold bard and an amnesiac Dragonborn fighter on a quest to find their past (both played by one friend). There was a greedy eyepatched asshole of a wood elf ranger who had sold his soul, yet we all still absolutely loved. Finally there was me, a Tiefling Monk who was being hunted by his demon grandfather for being the (albeit EXTREMELY reluctant) heir to the 4th ring of hell. Everyone but me is a veteran DND player.
We’re 15 minutes into the campaign, and our merry band of misfits has gone through the obligatory tavern scene to meet up, we have some funny hijinx in there that even got the stoic Goliath barkeep laughing his ass off about, but we bail because a hoard of bandits has suddenly swarmed the town at night, and we try to find a place to set up shop and wait out the storm. Funny note I should add: the last we saw of that Goliath barkeep, he had rushed out into the mob with a pair of giant metal beer kegs on his fists like boxing gloves that were set on fire from the leaking alcohol. Favorite NPC I’ve ever encountered, but back to the story.
In our escape, we rush into a graveyard and are cornered by a set of 5 bandits. In hindsight that was a beginner level battle, but I was still terrified like the newbie I was, since my friend said our DM would pull no punches later. I was the last one to go and the others had already breezed through their bandits and I make my rolls for a quarterstaff and a following unarmed strike.
Nat 20, max damage on both rolls.
At this point I was freaking out and my DM was so impressed with my beginners luck that he gave me permission to describe the kill however I wanted, no holds barred. So after a few seconds of calming down and contemplating, I whisper the details to my DM, and he describes the following course of events, (adding a few funny details for each of the party members).
The dark of that cloudy night is shattered by a bright light as the titanic golden hand of the DM himself reaches down from the heavens and is descending upon the poor bandit. As this happens our paladin gets down on his knees believing that the sun god he worshipped has conquered the night, and he finally obtains the courage to remove his helmet. Our Dragonborn and Kobold both receive their memories again and find instant inner peace. Our Wood Elf’s eye has suddenly healed, and has the unbelievable urge to share his wealth and not be a jackass for once. And my tiefling went up in a blaze of fire, as being in the presence of such holy might was enough to nearly kill him, but he was still overjoyed.
Then, the godly being brought his finger down on the bandit and said with a mighty thundering voice, **”BOOOOOOP!”** and Ctrl+Alt+Deleted his ass, as we all put it.
An instant later, a brighter light flashed and everything went back to normal. Everyone went back to their usual selves again in every way with no memory of that heavenly encounter and no trace of the bandit I just managed to smite. The only clues that remained of the ordeal were a massive hand shaped opening in the clouds which was outlined by a full moon behind it, and my tiefling was now blackened with ash, but otherwise undamaged since it was all for comedic effect.
That started a running gag through the entirety of the campaign to follow. Now whenever a PC would land a killing blow with a max damage nat 20, the Meta God would return and smite our enemy with similar results that got us laughing every time. We summoned the more times through the entire story, and my dm still uses it in campaigns with other people, always sure to make mention of 5 merry misfits surrounding the descending hand in memory of our original party.....one of which was perpetually on fire.
THAT was what got me hooked on this game.
we're in this city based off of a horror carnival aesthetic and we're buying new clothes because we're all in prisoners' attire. so i'm in a shop with 2 other players and i ask the DM "is there like, a jester's hat or something" because one of the PCs (my friend joseph whom my character actually cannot stand) literally just insulted the queen of the city TO HER FACE and i wanted to get him the carnival equivalent of a dunce hat. the DM goes "yeah there's like this black jester's hat with silver bells and gold skulls embroidered on it" i ask for the price; 3 gold. i put it back because 3 gold is too much, but the shopkeeper is visibly disappointed and goes "1 gold???"
i buy the hat.
i get outside and i go up to joseph and im like "look what i got you!!!" and hold up the hat. joseph does Not Trust the hat and asks to make an arcana check to see if it's a magical item or not.
DM: that hat is extremely cursed
me, immediately: i plop the hat onto joseph's head
DM, trying not to laugh: both of you make a dexterity check to see if you can put the hat on joseph's head without him avoiding it
joseph: 19
me: nat 20
joseph ends up going on a rampage. he's destroying things left and right, is trying to attack everything that moves. here's the thing, though: every time we tried taking the hat off it would just tighten around his head and we kept failing our strength checks.
poor joseph ended up taking 19 points of piercing damage before we managed to get it off.
sorry joseph.
Finding food on a King's cloak is nothing. How about Castlevania's fabled Wall Chicken?
The "rolled a nat 1 and broke my foot story" sounds like instead of being a badass, their character was just a bad ASS.
Female Halfling Bard with really high Charisma had to try to stop a prison fight. She ran to the prison kitchen, found some cookies, offered them to the brawling prisoners and rolled a nat 20 on a Charisma check. She manages to charm the prisoners into stopping a fellow prisoner who was in a barbarian blood-lust back into his cell. Absolutely no the way I thought that session was going to play out.