The Story with the Ocean Monster sounds awesome , like they unlocked some hidden Quest by getting swallowed alive by a huge Monster then are transported to a new hidden Location like in some JRPGs Games.
You want crazy, I'll show you crazy! A member of my D&D group wanted to run a one shot that would set up another campaign he wanted to run and thought it would be cool to have a bit of it's backstory be set up by our group, the children of a wealthy elven family that have each been doing our own things and "making our own way in the world", meeting up after our father called us home urgently. One was a Genie Pact warlock, one was an alcoholic barbarian with PTSD from the various wars he fought in and one was a skilled swashbuckling pirate. Then there was my character, original name(in-universe): Righard or as he was now known now: Richard D. Astardly or Dick Dastardly when on the job. What job? well, he was a Mastermind rogue/Armorer Artificer who made, experimented with and sold magical good, mostly arms, but ALWAYS kept the best stuff for himself. Things like: his Ironman esq mythril Plate armor that flew and shot lightning bolts from a gem on the chest, his mechanical sidekick: A anthropomorphic 2 foot tall snickering dog that acted as a bag of holding and could turn its legs into a flying saucer ala the great Gazoo, a self propelled cart with a "jet engine" and booby traps galore, a flask of perpetual booze that could alter the alcoholic beverage it produced similarly to an alchemy jug(which he taunted his Barbarian brother with. you'll understand why shortly) and his crowning achievements and main weaponry: a +1 Laser Gun(the "Lazor Beam") and a +3 anti-matter rifle made from, and I quote "WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU TAKE A KNUCKLE BONE OF VECNA AND STICK IT IN A TESSARACT FOR A WEEK, *JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!"*(I should mention, this DID in fact take place in a fantasy setting, I was just so good at spinning how and why Dick would have made these). An event that drove him completely and utterly f--king insane! To the point he forgot his original name, was simultaneously a colossal dick(pun intended) to and TREMENDOUSLY protective of his older siblings (yep, he was the youngest but came back the most successful and some how not the most broken) and the most unpredictable person in the room at ALL times. A few gems include: unveiling his jet powered cart by, almost, literally flying past them on the road to our family home after they made fun of how slow my cart went with its standard engine (2 were LITERALLY flying and the 3rd rode in my cart and ended up doing roller coaster arms most of the way), blowing up the dinner table with my "chest lazor", getting banished to the abyss and returned 30 seconds later cause "they don't want to deal with him again after LAST TIME" before fucking off(nether the DM or I elaborated further, we all thought it was funnier this way), getting a head shot to the back of the head of our, presumed dead ancestor who was trying to take thing from us to "keep an eye on us" when he tried to take the warlocks genie lamp(and in a moment of amazingly awesome timing I rolled a Nat 1 on a check to see if Dick would pop off on this asshat RIGHT as he was counting down for the lamp to be handed over, "or else" to which I finished his countdown with shouting "1" and sneak attack head shoting him) and finishing of the one-shots end boss, a giant mechanical hell beast, by jumping on its back and unloading 3 shots of "Death Beam!" into his head(I was hasted plus 2 attacks per action) followed by leaving my business card with its body as it went back to hell saying "I WANT ONE OF THESE!". He has since shown up in a few of our groups other campaigns as a wandering "exotic merchant", just as crazy and crazy smart as ever. So was the tale...of D&D Dick Dastardly or D-squared as we sometimes call him. (Edited for spelling)
"You ought to stop scaring people," says the Orc Soldier Rune Giant Fighter to the Tabaxi Dhampir Noble Swashbuckler Rogue. The last guy I was running was Smoke - a Tabaxi Dhampir Rogue of a Noble background. The party Face in a group consisting of an Orc Fighter with a Soldier background, a Bugbear Artificer with a Street Urchin background, and a Mountain Dwarf Paladin with a Priest background. More of a Neutral Good party - saving Priestesses and hostages, fighting undead and evil cults. However, it's like, whenever I encounter someone, and I try to intimidate them (Proficient in that skill), it's like I'm so good, they run away, scared, and alert all the bad guys. I mean, I smile so politely at them, I don't know why they run away. After the last incident, the Orc Fighter (played by my brother) looked at my guy and said, "You ought to stop scaring people. They always run away and tell their friends about us."
I admit, pretty much all of my characters are various flavors of easy-going. My current characters (in two different games) are a crown-prince rogue pretending to be a merely noble bard (his party knows he's a rogue, but he constantly uses aliases and tells tall tales so that if anyone ever tries to tell them he's the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom they won't believe him.) and an awoken cat with plant and earth magic. I play a LOT of rogues and also a fair number of rangers. One ranger habitually collected everything she could from anything they killed, as in meat, fur, feathers, etc., and also adopted 2 worg pups. My big regret in that game was having to leave behind the giant spiked turtle shell she'd gotten. My most recent ranger was a white-furred kitsune who ended the game carrying the Crown of the Goblin King (Fae goblins, not the more traditional D&D goblins, in this game he was the Erlking or however it's spelled, the ruler of the Wild Hunt, and anyone who wore the crown would become them.) chained to her belt with cold iron chains and wrapped in more cold iron chains and sacred wrappings. (She had a Japanese flavor to her culture.) In addition to her basic humanoid fox form she also had a human form, an adorable arctic fox full fox form, and a cat beastkin form, each with their own name to avoid revealing that all her forms were her to strangers. Tieflings who use hats of disguise to pretend not to be Tieflings- and also to look like whoever would be convenient at the moment- are also fun. Although my most recent Tiefling character was from the Feywild and had a satyr flavor to him. And Drow rogues who are actually pretty nice and reasonable and relatively pro-social but love to be the party cook to see the look in new peoples' eyes as they question whether they should eat the food or not are also amusing. Although that last was in an Out of the Abyss game so he ended up terrified of the dwarf, who ended up with an insanity related to food and a severe aversion to mushrooms. The dwarf's assurance he wouldn't eat him because he'd "taste like mushrooms" wasn't all that reassuring. He ended up desperately trying to placate the dwarf with any non-mushroom food he could get and eating all the mushroom-related foods he could prepare, hoping the dwarf would continue to dismiss him as a possible food source due to his supposed "mushroom flavor." I LOVE the characters I play, but I admit, I'm generally not playing them with the goal to be mighty heroes or the head of any order (the crown prince is a slight exception, but that's just an obligation he was to fulfill and really wants to do a good job at, not something he chose to do.), and I'm not trying to min-max them to be the best fighters they can be. I usually go for skills with a bit of combat, like rogue sneak attacks, and try to help the party both in and out of combat, and I don't mind at all never being the main damage-dealer because of it.
You ended with a request that we share our characters. So I have one I'll share. My character was a hyena named denuta. on a game of mutant year zero and unlike the normal characters I was not a stalker she was an engineer however and so I soaked must of my skills into building machines, scrap salvaging and my combat skills were in fistfighting and I had the bare minimum of gun skills, just enough to be a decent shot with a revolver. There was a time when the party had an encounter with large group of zone ghouls and instead of letting the party retreat or get shot up I opted to give them a large amount of remote controlled spider mines I had been building and saving for just such an occassion so next the game master knows we're sneaking around spider mines and blowing up everything in a carefully coordinated stealth attack worthy of the post apocalyptic world. Accidentally ruining the original game plan in the process, but the gm was a good sport and improvised well managing to save it.
I think it was when he took his mask and hood off and threatened the priestess And his "comic relief" character turned out to just be straight up crazy It was probably more of a "had to be there moment" though, because I imagine it was only a crazy thing to them because they dealt with him not acting that way for months or even years
@@Katkid0227 but.... he didn't? Everyone at the table knew what he looked like, though the action was a surprise, and there was barely any reaction mentioned of the DM, only of the character he was playing. And even then "lose their mind" is overly hyperbolic when "My character made a cult leader terrified of them" is right there.
I made the dungeon master lose his mind just a few weeks ago. I also made a warforged, but a warforged who hated all organics and was on a personal quest of genocide. I invented mustard gas, white phosphorus, and was on the verge of creating an actual nuke when the dm got fed up with my bs and kicked me out of the game. Too bad, warcrimes are always fun.
@@greywolf9783 hells yeah man, warcrimes are the shit. Besides, most dnd games take place in some kind of medieval fantasy world. There can't be any "real" warcrimes if the Geneva convention hasn't happened yet. Which in my world means, "go nuts pal" :D
Does anyone know where I can submit stories. My players told me they want me to submit a specific tale. I asked on Reddit if it was there. Never got a response. Please help
You guys used to regularly reach 40K, 50K, and even 70K views when you actually posted DnD stories. I wonder why you rarely ever top 30K now? Maybe because all yall give is toxic DnD horror stories.
The Story with the Ocean Monster sounds awesome , like they unlocked some hidden Quest by getting swallowed alive by a huge Monster then are transported to a new hidden Location like in some JRPGs Games.
It's like the lake death easter egg from RE4, but magical.
So leviathan-kun instead of truck-kun
You can't lose what you don't have.
Ok I definitely want those dice
You want crazy, I'll show you crazy! A member of my D&D group wanted to run a one shot that would set up another campaign he wanted to run and thought it would be cool to have a bit of it's backstory be set up by our group, the children of a wealthy elven family that have each been doing our own things and "making our own way in the world", meeting up after our father called us home urgently. One was a Genie Pact warlock, one was an alcoholic barbarian with PTSD from the various wars he fought in and one was a skilled swashbuckling pirate.
Then there was my character, original name(in-universe): Righard or as he was now known now: Richard D. Astardly or Dick Dastardly when on the job. What job? well, he was a Mastermind rogue/Armorer Artificer who made, experimented with and sold magical good, mostly arms, but ALWAYS kept the best stuff for himself.
Things like: his Ironman esq mythril Plate armor that flew and shot lightning bolts from a gem on the chest, his mechanical sidekick: A anthropomorphic 2 foot tall snickering dog that acted as a bag of holding and could turn its legs into a flying saucer ala the great Gazoo, a self propelled cart with a "jet engine" and booby traps galore, a flask of perpetual booze that could alter the alcoholic beverage it produced similarly to an alchemy jug(which he taunted his Barbarian brother with. you'll understand why shortly) and his crowning achievements and main weaponry: a +1 Laser Gun(the "Lazor Beam") and a +3 anti-matter rifle made from, and I quote "WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU TAKE A KNUCKLE BONE OF VECNA AND STICK IT IN A TESSARACT FOR A WEEK, *JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!"*(I should mention, this DID in fact take place in a fantasy setting, I was just so good at spinning how and why Dick would have made these).
An event that drove him completely and utterly f--king insane! To the point he forgot his original name, was simultaneously a colossal dick(pun intended) to and TREMENDOUSLY protective of his older siblings (yep, he was the youngest but came back the most successful and some how not the most broken) and the most unpredictable person in the room at ALL times.
A few gems include: unveiling his jet powered cart by, almost, literally flying past them on the road to our family home after they made fun of how slow my cart went with its standard engine (2 were LITERALLY flying and the 3rd rode in my cart and ended up doing roller coaster arms most of the way),
blowing up the dinner table with my "chest lazor",
getting banished to the abyss and returned 30 seconds later cause "they don't want to deal with him again after LAST TIME" before fucking off(nether the DM or I elaborated further, we all thought it was funnier this way),
getting a head shot to the back of the head of our, presumed dead ancestor who was trying to take thing from us to "keep an eye on us" when he tried to take the warlocks genie lamp(and in a moment of amazingly awesome timing I rolled a Nat 1 on a check to see if Dick would pop off on this asshat RIGHT as he was counting down for the lamp to be handed over, "or else" to which I finished his countdown with shouting "1" and sneak attack head shoting him) and finishing of the one-shots end boss, a giant mechanical hell beast, by jumping on its back and unloading 3 shots of "Death Beam!" into his head(I was hasted plus 2 attacks per action) followed by leaving my business card with its body as it went back to hell saying "I WANT ONE OF THESE!". He has since shown up in a few of our groups other campaigns as a wandering "exotic merchant", just as crazy and crazy smart as ever.
So was the tale...of D&D Dick Dastardly or D-squared as we sometimes call him.
(Edited for spelling)
"You ought to stop scaring people," says the Orc Soldier Rune Giant Fighter to the Tabaxi Dhampir Noble Swashbuckler Rogue.
The last guy I was running was Smoke - a Tabaxi Dhampir Rogue of a Noble background. The party Face in a group consisting of an Orc Fighter with a Soldier background, a Bugbear Artificer with a Street Urchin background, and a Mountain Dwarf Paladin with a Priest background. More of a Neutral Good party - saving Priestesses and hostages, fighting undead and evil cults.
However, it's like, whenever I encounter someone, and I try to intimidate them (Proficient in that skill), it's like I'm so good, they run away, scared, and alert all the bad guys. I mean, I smile so politely at them, I don't know why they run away.
After the last incident, the Orc Fighter (played by my brother) looked at my guy and said, "You ought to stop scaring people. They always run away and tell their friends about us."
I admit, pretty much all of my characters are various flavors of easy-going. My current characters (in two different games) are a crown-prince rogue pretending to be a merely noble bard (his party knows he's a rogue, but he constantly uses aliases and tells tall tales so that if anyone ever tries to tell them he's the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom they won't believe him.) and an awoken cat with plant and earth magic. I play a LOT of rogues and also a fair number of rangers. One ranger habitually collected everything she could from anything they killed, as in meat, fur, feathers, etc., and also adopted 2 worg pups. My big regret in that game was having to leave behind the giant spiked turtle shell she'd gotten. My most recent ranger was a white-furred kitsune who ended the game carrying the Crown of the Goblin King (Fae goblins, not the more traditional D&D goblins, in this game he was the Erlking or however it's spelled, the ruler of the Wild Hunt, and anyone who wore the crown would become them.) chained to her belt with cold iron chains and wrapped in more cold iron chains and sacred wrappings. (She had a Japanese flavor to her culture.) In addition to her basic humanoid fox form she also had a human form, an adorable arctic fox full fox form, and a cat beastkin form, each with their own name to avoid revealing that all her forms were her to strangers. Tieflings who use hats of disguise to pretend not to be Tieflings- and also to look like whoever would be convenient at the moment- are also fun. Although my most recent Tiefling character was from the Feywild and had a satyr flavor to him. And Drow rogues who are actually pretty nice and reasonable and relatively pro-social but love to be the party cook to see the look in new peoples' eyes as they question whether they should eat the food or not are also amusing. Although that last was in an Out of the Abyss game so he ended up terrified of the dwarf, who ended up with an insanity related to food and a severe aversion to mushrooms. The dwarf's assurance he wouldn't eat him because he'd "taste like mushrooms" wasn't all that reassuring. He ended up desperately trying to placate the dwarf with any non-mushroom food he could get and eating all the mushroom-related foods he could prepare, hoping the dwarf would continue to dismiss him as a possible food source due to his supposed "mushroom flavor." I LOVE the characters I play, but I admit, I'm generally not playing them with the goal to be mighty heroes or the head of any order (the crown prince is a slight exception, but that's just an obligation he was to fulfill and really wants to do a good job at, not something he chose to do.), and I'm not trying to min-max them to be the best fighters they can be. I usually go for skills with a bit of combat, like rogue sneak attacks, and try to help the party both in and out of combat, and I don't mind at all never being the main damage-dealer because of it.
TL;DR? Respectfully
dude, learn to use paragraphs and line breaks
Love the positive stories
Video begins at 1:18
What I don't understand about the 2nd story is the cleric cast tounges, but then they can't understand the creatures with spears
Probably because it was after a long rest and hadn't been recasted yet.
You ended with a request that we share our characters. So I have one I'll share. My character was a hyena named denuta. on a game of mutant year zero and unlike the normal characters I was not a stalker she was an engineer however and so I soaked must of my skills into building machines, scrap salvaging and my combat skills were in fistfighting and I had the bare minimum of gun skills, just enough to be a decent shot with a revolver. There was a time when the party had an encounter with large group of zone ghouls and instead of letting the party retreat or get shot up I opted to give them a large amount of remote controlled spider mines I had been building and saving for just such an occassion so next the game master knows we're sneaking around spider mines and blowing up everything in a carefully coordinated stealth attack worthy of the post apocalyptic world. Accidentally ruining the original game plan in the process, but the gm was a good sport and improvised well managing to save it.
Sorry, when was the "DM lose their mind" moment?
I think it was when he took his mask and hood off and threatened the priestess
And his "comic relief" character turned out to just be straight up crazy
It was probably more of a "had to be there moment" though, because I imagine it was only a crazy thing to them because they dealt with him not acting that way for months or even years
@@Katkid0227 but.... he didn't? Everyone at the table knew what he looked like, though the action was a surprise, and there was barely any reaction mentioned of the DM, only of the character he was playing. And even then "lose their mind" is overly hyperbolic when "My character made a cult leader terrified of them" is right there.
@@denverarnold6210 Especially as the GM is identified as a female
So he made flesh golem characters to play
4:55 oh good grief a lovecraft quote?? Blegh, i'm not sure I like this Alahan fellow but YIRBEL LIVES!
Look, I know Lovecraft is seen as problematic, but credit where is due, the guy had an awesome style of writing, that quote was badass.
I made the dungeon master lose his mind just a few weeks ago. I also made a warforged, but a warforged who hated all organics and was on a personal quest of genocide. I invented mustard gas, white phosphorus, and was on the verge of creating an actual nuke when the dm got fed up with my bs and kicked me out of the game. Too bad, warcrimes are always fun.
Lousy meatbag DM.
They kinda aren't, and you kinda sound like an RL psychopath.
Omg
@@greywolf9783 hells yeah man, warcrimes are the shit. Besides, most dnd games take place in some kind of medieval fantasy world. There can't be any "real" warcrimes if the Geneva convention hasn't happened yet. Which in my world means, "go nuts pal" :D
I love that the DM was facilitating an increasingly concerning number of items for you without seeing the natural conclusion to such pursuits.
Does anyone know where I can submit stories. My players told me they want me to submit a specific tale. I asked on Reddit if it was there. Never got a response. Please help
On the allthingsdnd website or on the subreddit. Might get picked, might not
How unbalanced do yall figure those dice are 😂
Video Is very inappropriately Named
I think you need some fries for all the salt you’re using up
You guys used to regularly reach 40K, 50K, and even 70K views when you actually posted DnD stories. I wonder why you rarely ever top 30K now? Maybe because all yall give is toxic DnD horror stories.
upvote me I'm early
Nah
Eh
Why,meh.
I gave you an upvote. Don't waste it.
@@King-Maelstrom-the-Esoteric this is a kind and good man. He deserves many upvotes for his generosity