As a noble lizard folk damphire who's multiclasse phantom rogue/undead warlock his vampire lord father is his patron... I have eaten a wizard who was polimorphed into a goat, enslave a pack of awakened wolves, and the village they were terrorizing, split a pot of child soup with a hag, and on 2 occasion so far locked a shopkeep in their shop and did a bit of arson... oh and ate the remains of a family in front of their ghosts, lectured a vampire on the proper way to terrorize a town while splitting a tall glass of villager with him... and swore an oath of vengeance to turn an entire clan who wronged me into a full furniture set... so far I have a chair 😊
One of my players is a mom IRL to a young boy, probably three or four years old. She did not take the revelation of finding out that Victoro and Ammalia Cassalanter sold the souls of their teenage son and two other prepubescent children to maintain their wealth and public image very well. When the party finally managed to expose the Casslanters' crimes, Victoro sold his wife's soul for immunity. She was subsequently taken away by Waterdhavian authorities to be hanged. After the party moved heaven and earth to save the souls of the Cassalanter children, the player arranged for the three kids to be adopted into the loving family of one of her old characters from a previous campaign, who was now a noveau riche noble following his role in defeating Tiamat. Victoro himself attempted to flee Waterdeep by boat, but the party got one of their allies to blockade the harbor. So now Victoro was stuck on his yacht but nobody could touch him thanks to his new contract. The player boarded the boat, pointed out to Victoro that his hastily written contract only protected him while his wife was alive (the party had made a point of discovering that contracts could be nullified by effectively negating the terms). She then proceeded to mock him until about an hour of ingame time later when it was announced across the city that Ammalia had been executed. Now without any further infernal protection, Victoro was unable to stop the player from summoning a selkie via Summon Fey Creature to tear him limb from limb and devour him. Nobody at the table disagreed that Victoro and Ammalia were terrible people and got what they deserved, but I won't begrudge them their decision not to be present for what that player (who was playing a vengeful hexblood who had been raised by a hag to have a very skewed ability to apply morality to her decisions) did to Victoro. Not stopping her was tacit approval, however. And frankly, I think he got what he deserved too.
Medieval fantasy style campaign, based somewhat on the Baltic crusades. The locals took umbrage by the true faiths attempts to convert the people and stop their various pagan/some times evil faiths. Eventually they raided DEEP into the kingdoms borders, and ransacked many temples. The high king and the voice of the gods, ordered the knights priests, paladins of the conquering sun, of the order and any else who wanted to get payed in plunder or fees. The next part of the campaign was us wading through blood and ash and burnt livelihoods. It got very dark very quick. Many of our party members and NCPs have long lasting memories of this time, and long lasting side effects.
Played a session at school, with my geometry teacher as the DM. We ended the previous session in the basement cavern of a mansion, and halfway through a bossfight. There was this really big crystal in the room, and we had to activate it to disable the boss's, the cultist priest's, powers. Our dragonborn fighter, a 10 year old alchoholic TORE THE PRIEST IN HALF, FROM THE HEAD DOWN. we were sent by the orcs to bring back cultists ALIVE.
In one of the first games I played in, in my husband's 23+ year old world...I inadvertantly ended up killing one of the Gods of his world. Literally the first one shot I was in.
Not as a player but one of my NPCs, her backstory is that her clan an village was destroyed by a horde of cultists and fiends led by a Rakshasa, and she set out for revenge. In the end, she led a war party to invadethe Rakshasas fortress, kill everyone, and capture the Rakshasa Alive becuase death wasnt good enough of a punishment. Now the Rakshasa bound in Iron Bands of Bilaro is mounted to the wall of her apothecary, drugged up on so many potions that he can never escape, but is still aware enough to know what is going on. She also harvests parts of him, mostly blood, claws, and teeth, to make her potions, and lets some of the local guard, new adventurers, and her children use him as target practice.
And we were going through a temple, and our only source of detect traps was the quest giving NPC we had with us. Well he failed a roll and died. And so the whole party was left without anyone proficient to detect traps. My barbarian didn't understand magic and he thought all you had to do was say the words and something would happen. However he figured if he used this body to cast the spell since it knew how to do it he could do it too. Proceed to us spending 4 1/2 hours with the barbarian casting detect traps by throwing the corpse down hallways and into rooms.
A quick rundown of some bad stuff our party did: ▪︎Kamehameha'd a hive full of Waspfolk (homebrew race) while they were still in it for a druid village. ▪︎Watched an astro elf murder an innocent bystander to avoid being caught by him. ▪︎Stealing a shopkeeper's kidneys because why not. ▪︎Burning down a tavern because my dragonborn barbarian got into a scuffle with a dragonborn assassin (both being red dragonborns of course.) ▪︎And finally getting answers out of said assassin and leaving him tied up in our cart outside a temple in the desert while we enter said temple (as of writing this, we have no idea if he's still alive or not)
Well... We are running Dragonlance: Shadow of the Dragon Queen One character, who we call Backrest (real name: Bakaris) has received some of our most brutal torture across a total of 5 months and 10 characters (3 were swapped out, with 2 being killed by a bag of holding bomb and the third now comatose). Upon reaching Kalaman, I rolled nat20 persuasion along with used vocal magical tinkering to show Bakaris abandoned his city. Our DM pretty much screwed up the module by having Bakaris and his son arrested. One PC is a dumb minotaur cleric, named Banyan Candles, who visited Bakaris in prison to have him confess sins to lighten his sentence... by breaking his arm. After the explosion incident, we had some members join and some new characters. Banyan was the only survivor of the blast, and Bakaris eventually left jail by convincing leaders he was a good general for the war. Bakaris was out on a mission and we had to go do recon to basically save him from near death injuries. Banyan drew and quartered Bakaris on the way to camp, bringing him even closer to death. After returning to camp, Banyan heals, then hogties Bakaris and strings him in a nearby tree. Later at night, Banyan visits Bakaris and breaks both his legs. For context, this minotaur saved an entire port village and was very carefree most of the time. This was his clear dark side. After taking Bakaris back to Kalaman, we fight some enemies with Bakaris used as an improvised weapon, then a boss battle with a phantom that tried to possess Bakaris. After that, is our present situation. I was pissed since Bakaris then tried to frame us for mass murder of leaders in the city via rumors. I managed to trick Bakaris into buying a fake cloud rune ring while disguised. Bakaris went looking for Banyan to try to kill him, I followed. I then disguised myself as an enemy soldier before killing them in front of a massive crowd. Ran off, dropped the disguise and looped around to a different alley before telling Banyan to try "healing him". We disposed of the corpse in a back alley near a bakery that sells exploding pies (what was responsible for the bag of holding exploding). I got a pie with banana, as I did not specify bomb pie ahead of order. Now, Bakaris's corpse has been covered in an explosive cream pie in a back alley of Kalaman. That's my story.
Second session we were fighting some goblins, wolves, and a bugbear. When there was only two goblins and some wolves left one of the party rolled to convince the goblins to join us. He succeeded. After that one of the goblins got adopted and named by the aristocrat human fighter and in the span of one night turned the goblin into an aristocrat badly it forgot how to speak goblin. Meanwhile the second goblin got burned during the fight. We never named him. He’s just called burned, burnt, or the burned one. The other goblin started to be racist to burnt. I felt bad for burnt and saw I had a bell in my backpack and gave it to them. Nope. I meant it as a gift, rest of party thought of it as cattle. Earlier in that same session before starting the fight with the bugbear we had the Wizard’s familiar, an owl, fly in to investigate. There was some goblins and wolves around a fire. Both me and the aristocrat had the idea to use the owl to fly in, and cause an explosion. If the owl died it could just be summoned again later. Didn’t do it because wizard said no and because it would count as emotional damage.
Our party systematically wiped out a village save for a child and its mother. In our defense, they were keeping slaves and would execute any of them if we were spotted. We were going to kill the mother and child too, but instead had a debate about it in front of their face. What's more fucked up is that my character was an sole survivor of his village being attacked (I know I know, boring backstory) and now he's responsible for doing the same to someone else.
probably the monster and mount breeding stables. cavalry creatures and monstrous humanoids that were caught were multiplied at the tower site of a forcibly joined evil mage. she was restrained in her own blob guardian wearing a straitjacket made of tabaxi skin (dont ask) and had to watch firsthand how her prized riding horses were used up in an artificially accelerated attempt to create a bunch of hippogriffon mounts. next upt was the creation of an army. lets just say, the doctor moreau experiments got only more exotic from there. the local troll/goblin/kobold/orc/gnoll populations plummeted rather quickly after being caught for fodder issues. necromantic shenanigans and the leftover bones of the carcasses made sure the party had enough manpower to handle the chores around the stables. than the creation of half breeds could be developed ISENGARD STYLE. aarakocra were mixed with dragonborns, centaurs with lizardfolks, tieflings with minotaurs. a considerable force was amassed. sustainable food production was acquired. outposts and settlements were built. the final masterpiece was the creation of BEHEMOTHS, a masterrace of sentient humanoid hippos and the PANTHERA, a masterrace of centauroid tabaxi, both capable of magic (but not of flight - random input). as for the origins...well, the mage (and some local druid coven as well as a crusade force of paladins and priests sent as inquisitors about the case of the destruction of the regional bard colleges) found herself forever enslaved by her freshly created overlords as a new civilization could finally rise...
I finally made it through that deadly Maze of traps. Then I had to fight some guy with some sort of Electro armor. I wasn't able to do a damn thing to him until I shot him with a squirt gun then I was able to hurt him for a little bit. I had to do that several times over but I barely survived.
Skinned a man they once called Ally, Tldr: NPC betrayed the party and took the magic armor that was growing from his body. I'm the Dm; my players had met a pair of NPC mercenaries somewhat early in the campaign, their names were Galahad and lilly. Galahad was a massive man in finely crafted armor, he was strong protective and also mute, while lilly was the young and naive half elf female wizard. They help the party on multiple occasions being a set of reoccurring NPCs the party could depend on. Well one session about halfway into the campaign the party where about to fight one of the bbgs when their body guards stepped in. A group of 3 fiends that called themselves 'the blue devils,' initiative was rolled and before the party could do anything Galahad and lilly revealed themselves as two additional members of the blue devils, turning the fight from a 6v3 to a 4v5. Now I had planned for their eventual betrayal from the very beginning and was hoping for a good reaction. What o wasn't expecting was for them to mercilessly kill every member loot what they could and look to me and say, "DM I want to loot Galahad's body" "Ok, you look through his stuff and find his sword." "What about his armor?" "Oh that, that's his skin." "I skin him" DM.exe has crashed, "what?!" "I skin him, I want his armor it give resistance to physical damage" Needless to say they held no remorse over the man they called Ally for about half a year irl.
Oh, man. We came across a gnome man being beat with a purse by, who was presumably his grandmother. He spotted us, and begged us to help him. We could hear the woman yelling at him about betraying his wife. My character, a simic hybrid paladin, tried to get between the two, hoping to end the conflict peacefully. One of our two barbarians, on the other hand, had different ideas. As soon as I pried the woman off of her grandson, these two bastards hit this like 98 year old woman so hard she just crumpled to the ground and died. The man was scared, but (courtesy of our dm trying to save the encounter) thankful for at least ending his abuse. He started talking about she was angry at him for cheating on his wife, at which point, our tiefling warlock, whose patron was the deity of chaos, got bored and decided he wanted some entertainment, and murdered the man in cold blood. Our other barbarian, a dwarf who was raised by gnomes was in fucking shock, only cut short by the sound of a man yelling to the rest of his family "THEY KILLED NANA AND GEORGE!" From the house nearby. Immediately, the children who were playing outside started running towards the door, and the adults started gathering weapons. Would you like to know what our warlock did? "Can I fireball the door?" "Can you wha- why?" "Funny. Can I?" "It's out of your range. Roll percentile to see if you hit or not." "Thats.... 87." "Fuck. You hit it. I don't even have to roll for this, all three gnome children are immediately incinerated." The warlock lost his leg during that encounter and royally pissed off the goddess of life, considering that fire spread, and burned down somewhere in the realm of 80 acres of land. And our dwarf barbarian hates his guts still.
The PC found a fortress. That fortress had a few deep well like holes used as latrines. What did the PC do ? They had several barrels of gun powder. They sunk 6 barrels, each containing 1000 pound of powder, to the very bottom of each pit, then, used some fire magic to ignite them all at the same time. 8 instant geysers of smelly brown goo shooting up. There where roofs above them all. There was over 50 yards of accumulated muck in each pit. All pits where about 8' in diameter. I let your imagination figure the result yourself.
This was in our Odyssey of Theros campaign - a Greco/Roman inspired session. We had a rogue in our group that had been made the Oracle of Pharika, the Goddess of Pestilence, since the original Oracle had been killed in front of us at the start, kicking off the campaign. One session, we stopped at a riverside town for supplies and such, and our rogue goes off on her own for a bit. She comes across a slave market, and she's like 'NOPE'. As the Oracle, she normally had to roll a Constitution save in order to keep the goddess from 'taking over', but this time, our rogue just lets Pharika loose WILLINGLY. By the time our session ended, we had to leave that town because it was up in flames, and nearly EVERYONE was suffering some sort of horrible disease from chicken pox to herpes, to diarrhea, you name it. Our rogue/Oracle of Pharika essentially opened up the Pandora's box of plagues...and we've had to deny everything every time the incident was mentioned.
The starting town we were in got attacked by a group of bandits controlled by the BBEG. The party got split up, bunch of chaos, and when we regrouped we found the barbarian dragging a bandit with a missing leg. It just so happened that we found one of the cults abandoned hideouts the day before. Complete with a torture rack. We lock him in there for a day before being the interrogation. First up was the barbarian. A 9ft tall humanoid bear. Very intimidating, but also a local folk hero. My bard used some spells to amplify the sound of his foot septs. He went in asked some questions, turned the rack until the bandit started to scream. essentially playing the bad cop. This is where my bard steps in. He scolds the barbarian for being so brutal (it was I who instructed him to rough up the prisoner) and asked him to leave the room. As soon as he turned the corner I rushed up to the prisoner and began to loosen his restraints. I told him that I was a part of their gang, but got split off from the others. I persuaded him to tell me their numbers, the location of their camp, who their commanders were and that there was a spy in the local guard. All while reading his mind to ensure he was telling the truth. After all of that the barbarian began stomping. My bard put the restraints back on and told the bandit that I would be back that night to release him, so that we could slit the throats of the rest of the party while they slept. I left the room, gave our Druid a signal and she went in, took out a dagger, a slowly dragged it across his neck. After which she let a monster she had adopted feed on the remains. Half the party was good aligned and was really taken aback by this. My bard gave a speech about doing what was necessary to protect innocents and so on… afterwards he went back down to cut up the bandits corpse, bringing along some human jerky for the pet monster. TLDR we tortured a prisoner, gave him false hope, killed him and fed him to our pet
Edited: Added a second event. In an old 2e campaign, we were all powerful and important figures in the one of the nations the homebrewed campaign was set in. I was the head of the king's guard, one of us was the something like the pope, and so on. We were out investigating some weird happenings near the southern border (with another nation we're barely at peace with), and we keep getting attacked by powerful wizards wearing symbols of one of the southern nations major noble houses. We kept capturing these assailants because we needed to get information from them, but we didn't have the time to deal with them at the moment. So we decided to "render them harmless" and take them back to be interrogated at the capitol. We rendered them harmless by butting out their tongues so they couldn't cast spells (we could get them regrown later when it was time for them to talk), shattering every bone in their hands (again, wizards), stripping them naked (never know what nasty surprises they might have tucked away), blinding and deafening them (so they couldn't spy on us), tying them up so they couldn't move at all, and chucking them in a bag of holding (so they were on a different plane and couldn't be scried on by their allies). Every day we'd pull them out long enough to heal them of any damage they might have taken from stuff like starvation. Thinking of it now, I don't know what ever happened to them. The first one was in the bag for over a month, but we never did make it back to the capitol. We were captured and all our stuff was taken, so maybe their corpses are still in my bag somewhere. In the current campaign the group was hired to investigate something weird happening in a newly constructed Temple of Mystra. They decided to go the diplomatic route and agreed to take part in a ritual in the heart of the temple that visitors weren't normally allowed into. This involved 3 days of purification to prepare themselves. Surprise, surprise, the ritual was a trap. It was really a ritual that would have mind controlled them all. The ritual got interrupted by the paladin who decided something was off. This triggered a fight and the party didn't have any of their gear (they weren't allowed access to their possessions during the purification and ritual). Two of the three almost went down on the first attack from lucky crits, and it was a very close win. This made the party super paranoid and they decided everyone in the temple was evil and out to get them. One of them had a bunch of ranks in stealth, told the rest of the party to wait there, and stealthed out of the room. She went through the entire surface level and slit the throats of everyone in the temple. Other supplicants, visitors, workers, the temple guard, everyone died. Turns out that the only evil people on the surface level were the head priest and his guards (that they killed in the fight), everyone else (about 15 people) were good people and honest believers who had no idea anything bad was going on. They got away with it too. After they finished clearing the rest of the cultists and monsters from the lower level they went to the guard and reported how the whole temple was evil and they had cleansed it. Faced with all the horrible stuff below, they decided the party was right and everyone there was part of the cult.
We had a party of 4 + two slugcats (from Rain World) NPCs, and one of them was pregnant. Being the nice DM that I was, I made her water break just before initiative. The party had their own personal demiplane that they used as their camp. The spellcaster of the group opened the demiplane, and sent the scug couple and the party paladin to have birth in a less hectic place. Instead of casting healing spells for the twins that the female scug was having a hard time birthing, he looked at me dead in the eyes and said: "I'd like to roll a Wisdom (Perception) check on her *special hole*." I haven't let him deliver a baby since.
Most F’d up things my group has done… we met a butcher who we knocked unconscious while investigating an abandoned windmill (which doubled as his shop) to find clues for a mystery. In doing so we found butchered corpses of the homeless. The Barbarian dragged the butcher over and decapitated him on his own table. We then carried the head for questioning. Meanwhile, many sessions later, a member of a black market gang cane to us to try and get funds. He didn’t reseearch who we were other than knowing we were famous. Specifically, my character, who’s family had ties to these gangs, all while my character has a MASSIVE hater for them (and specifically their boss, seeinf as he’s trying to cut his family’s ties to these gangs). So after capturing him, and him getting a bit banged up and cut up, we went about questioning. Well, my character wasn’t very content with the answers. And he had a small case full of crossbow bolts, soaking in WYVERN POISON. So he dipped his finger into the poison, and began to drip it onto this gang member’s open cuts. The DM describes the poison as feeling like Fire Ant Bites, being melted by acids, and having horrible blisters. It was EFFECTIVE. And my character just kept slowly dripping it, drop by drop, every 30 seconds or so, letting him get cozy beforw applying the pain again. Once he was satisfied, my character finally stopped, patted his cheek, and called him a good boy before scaring him with his tusks to run for the hills. Fun fact, that “good boy” and torture apparently is why the Druid asked my character out like 5 sessions later 😂 WANTED THAT SPICY TUSK LOVE SMUT!
Had a party member that was a paladin of Obad-Hai who was a plant construct little more then a week old. He didn't understand that it was immoral to use a corpse as a melee weapon. He repeatedly ripped the arms off people and used them as clubs, Used fresh corpses by throwing them in to other people, and its the first time as a DM I had to tell a player "I think a dwarf would count as a 2 handed weapon." This was 3.5, when paladins had to be Lawful Good, and the reason he never lost his paladin powers was because he always tried to reason with people before fighting, He never actually broke his oath, he always did this to a body that was already dead and nobody else in the party ever told him it was wrong. Also hos god was Obad-Hai who, quite frankly, wouldn't have cared as long as he wasn't screwing with the laws of nature. So he just continued to be a doom slayer like maniac that went around beating people up with their buddies limbs, or their buddies.
Lawful Good doesn't mean Lawful Nice. One of my favorite paladins I played while introducing 3 people to D&D with a true campaign world. They believed all the tropes...and were absolutely floored and shocked when my paladin put an entire town to the torch killing every man woman and child within the town. The townsfolk were mostly Good aligned people. However they openly did a few things my paladin found heretical so he purged the heretics. They were all wondering how that is possible for a paladin to be Lawful Good and do such a thing. I smiled back and stated that alignment is based upon the character's view of the world and what he did was completely in line with the teachings of his church and such would be expected when needed. Paladins can torture, kill, maim, anything so long as it doesn't go against their oath or their god (depending on which paladin version you run). Often paladins have to do very questionable things because of their oath conflicting with what would arguably be the more 'good' option.
@@Nempo13 I can see where you’re coming from. 3.5 had a slightly stricter definition of good then personal viewpoint, but especially in 5th it’s incredibly open ended.
Oh I got one for this... Homebrew campaign btw Players were trying to find a bandit lord in the slums of the biggest city on the continent. Which was ruled by a golden dragon. Who's "Hoard" was his people. (Who also happened to be one of the only remaining gods, and the one the cleric prayed to, but she didn't exactly know that.) It's worth noting that, the city they're in has races from around the world, all alignments, acting civilly, openly. Including things like Mindflayers, Druegar, and what have you. Having things like bakeries. So this is the kind of place that you think "Yes, I should not do something I would want to get caught doing." After a magical house of horrors, which they thought was this guys hideout, that he wasn't in. They decided to burn it down. while standing right in front of it in the street. Which I reminded them "Hey, your in the slums, everything is close together, and made of cloth, or wood. Are you sure you want to start a fire here?" They said yes, and threw anything they could that would start a fire. Well... they burned it down. Golden Dragon was not happy losing part of his hoard. The next day, there was a city wide (About 3-mile) circle of truth, while the guards were knocking on the doors of their tavern, and things just went on from there.
3:45 "She was turned good and immediately regretted every single action she had made in her lifetime." Umm, isn't this just the backstory of Angel from Buffy (and later his own spinoff series)
Evil characters in RIFTS Space shenanigans Faustian Psionic- telekinetically three people at Earth to give the orbital defense lasers a workout. (For those that don’t know, anything trying to land on Rifts Earth or leave Rifts Earth gets blasted by AI controlled guns made to take out ships.) The rest of the party- Ran over one sap with a truck, ionized another to death cause he had no armor, crucified the third, strung up the fourth, and blood eagled the fifth idiot that kidnapped the small child that has effectively become our setting’s Helen of Troy- had we failed to retrieve her, there would have been an intergalactic incident.
I'm part of a homebrew sci-fi campaign. We have a mutant that's twice the size of a normal man, and also incredibly stupid. He eats everything in sight, including people, on a whim. We can't stop him because he'll easily overpower us, all we can do is watch. It's a miracle he hasn't eaten one of us yet. I also watched a party member accidentally crush himself with the servos of his armor. His feet were in front of his head, bent entirely backwards as the armor crumpled and destroyed itself. This universe is pretty dark.
Here a small list of some less than stellar moments in a few parties I was in: Digested the Baba Yaga as a giant toad, found out the magic bread that gave us temporary hit points was made from human bone powder but still used it later, collected goblin arms, melted a man’s face off using acid dragons breath for revenge, lit a cultists junk on fire, assassinated a mayor leaving a city to a worse person by accident which resulted in a civil war that was ended by zombies infecting 90% of the town, turning half a city into uncooked bread, and failing to assassinate a “potentially corrupted” king which lead to one of us not only pinning the blame on a npc we didn’t like but pouring gas on the fire by getting that man convicted as a cultist wizard who now resides in a maximum security anti magic prison within earlier stated half bread city.
I became the Necronomicon Ex Mortis and went evil dead on an army then the country side. Another time was a paladin to Narlethlotep, proceed to covert all the home less on each island cities in a One Piece campaign souls to the other gods in rapid succession channel through the high priest (me). Led to me becoming a nephelem avatar of holy/unholy destruction. Also could turn into the equivalent of Surtur (king of the fire giants) due to the magma fruit.
During a freeway car chase in d20 Modern, I created a Wall of Force to stop the cars chasing us. It worked, but we never did anything to get rid of the spell since we were on the run already.
I DM’d a game for my family, siblings and their SOs basically, and they had to investigate some missing children in a small village. They had a theory that wolves must have been taking them. So their first thought was to find a child and cut their legs off so when a wolf dragged the child off, they could follow the blood trail to their den. I’ve never run a game for them since.
My druid recently bought some tiedling weed. An ounce. Up to half of it is going to be put in a censér at the local temple in the next session during a congregation. That's a lot of saving throws for the DM. And party.
i doubt this was the moat f-d up thing the party i joined near the end of their canpaign has done and it wasnt really their fault but basically the whole story of my character ended up being kinda messed up.. they found my fairy on a farm and basically kidnapped him (it was more of a "come with us or you'll die from those creatures" kinda thing but since the creatures were there looking for one of their npc allies it was kinda their fault). after the series of events went from me watching one of them die to getting swallowed by a flying barracuda-shark thing, getting basically smashed and almoat killed by an 100ft megapede, one of them shot me in the back (they got mind controlled), i was thrown into a beam of light that was created by a star, and then ended up basically snapping and throwing the bbeg and his sister (a prince who was always the bbeg and the princess who we supported in a coup just for her to betray us) into the same beam of light which, due to the magic rings they wore, caused the star to explode (luck it wasnt *our* star)... tldr thanks to the party kidnapping me i ended up destroying a solar system...
The party had captured an enemy lieutenant, and in order to "extract information" from him, they filled his butt with sand. After they got the Info they wanted, the group tossed him into a nearby river, still tied up, with a funnel hanging out of his butt.
Not something we ended up doing, perhaps, but we failed to do it rather than decided not to, so I guess it counts... Also, there is more to it than just a "bunch of murder hobos", but it involves some pretty disturbing irl stuff outside of our control which I don't want to get into. So, we were confronted by werewolf bandits, and we decided to fight. We could just knock them out and then talk, which I assumed we would do, but everyone else just decided to finish them off. OK, kinda made sense, they attacked us first (well, kinda). But we still had to sort out the situation with the tribe itself, which (by the dice will) turned out to be a whole bunch of women and children for the most part. Of course, killing them all was accepted as a viable and the most realistic solution. We still tried to talk it down, which probably wasn't even possible to do at that point (and we fumbled every single role anyway), and then they just escaped. Achievement "having something to mention when it comes to the 'is there anything you would rather avoid in games' question" unlocked.
My friend played a Half dragonborn half human while my cousin ran as DM. The half dragonborn proceeds to not only nat 20 +4 persuasion but gets engaged to the princess and married the next day. Our friend remembered he was half dragonborn and had it to where his emotions flared after kissing the bride, his character transformed and ripped ALL his clothes in front of the entire wedding venue. Needless to say after a heartfelt kiss there was a laughing fit from the wedding guests, our paladin throwing up, a very embarrassed dragonborn, a very happy bride (if you know what I mean) and my cousin rolled for the king's reaction. All the king could was that it was bigger than his 😂
My players took an extremely cursed glaive to Asgard. The curse was such that anywhere it went, it would open portals into the abyss. By doing this, a few of the gods were killed by demon gods, and the entire population of Asgard was slain.
Well, given I’m going to play a 40K game (The rules are a mix of Dark Crusade for the character sheet, Only War, and Dark Hearsay), I’ll probably have *plenty* of stories to tell here!
Session two of playing with my brother as a DM. he's a pretty good DM, but prone somewhat to not understanding the player's POV. For example: session two, it was established that something wonky was happening in the nearby forest. Goblins had attacked a nearby town and there were some freaky undead things that were up to some mischief. It's probably about day two of tracking said freaky undead thing's tracks, and we come across a rabbit. The rabbit is about 100 feet to our left and fast approaching. It is just booking it to our location. The immediate vibe is 'what the hell is wrong with this thing?' so we kill it. I blasted that sucker with a firebolt. Turns out, it was going to be the party pet. We had a good laugh about that, but that is so far the only thing we have on this list. Oh, there was that one time where i cast sleep on a bunch of goblins, we had them tied up to question later, and the resident psychopath decided he wanted to kill them anyways. I'm not even mad that they were killed, I'm mad that we spent the rounds tying them up lmao
We interrogated a kobold until he was a limbless scaleless mess. When he refused to say anything other than "I'll gladly die before telling you anything" we chose to let him live, stringing him up like a chandelier and fully healing him.
Honestly, the most f*cked up thing I've ever seen done is my DM dropping THE F*CKING TARRASQUE AND A KRAKEN ON A LEVEL 3 FIGHTER His character was in the game too, a rogue named drake. We both somehow survived.
My rogue/druid "The Mole" turned into a Black Widow and attacked a poor bet taker at an underground fighting tournament. Stole his sandwich, but left him with his bottle of cola in case he lived. Then I stole his identity to work the venue in secret.
The IN UNIVERSE and out of universe name of the party my group is playing right now is "Two dozen and counting" A bit of a funny name, what are we counting? Quests? People saved? Close brushes with death? Nah, it's dead kids. We got put into a FMA:EP4 type situation, but with puppeted bodies as well, there was one that broke free and was just turned into a dhampyr instead of horrific abomination literally begging for death, she was adopted by the party. Anyways when asked about the name in character we give frivolous responses like "The number of teeth we've lost" "The number of teeth we've Stolen" etc, though sometimes we mix the truth in there, too. It's great fun. We're a good aligned group, too, like, brokering peace and helping people, doing investigative work and such, which makes it even funnier that we've named ourselves after killing a bunch of (horrifically mutated, suffering and puppeted) kids.
A party I was in did something that horrified me and my character: after rescuing a bunch of people taken as slaves, some accused one of the men of SAing a bunch of the women (he was possessed/mind controlled, and didn't remember anything) the ("good") cleric type led the rest in castrating him. GM reveals he was a lesser noble and we could have received a nice reward for returning him to his family. I still want to cry over the stupidity of "But I'm a holy man"
A campaign im in I play a paladin of order and he came across a couple of goblins trying to break into a carriage of some kind. My Paladin didn’t kill them, he let them off and scared those goblins plus their other friends after rolling high on intimidation. The brutal part happened after he found out they actually killed a child and a their parents, who were able to lock themselves in before bleeding out. My paladin demanded the leader of the band to show himself, promptly locked the goblin leader inside with the bodies and lit the carriage on fire and walked off as the goblin burned alive.
My cousin had a 9 foot tall pink bunny barbarian that was in a Christmas one shot so what did he do well what he did was instead of just asking nicely for the friendly goblin we found to just tell us where the traps were he decided to tell the goblin that if he didn’t show us the traps that he would eat it’s fingers.
playing a disney based starfinder campaign and just saved atlantica from ursala so we had her in her giant for with our new star ship well f'ed up part is right before we killed her our shirren decided she wanted to take one of our ships drop pods and hot drop INTO URSALAS SKULL yes her skull and shred her brains from the inside then she planted an extenable flag with her gods symbol on it in her skull before leaving
Playing a Kobold Forge Cleric (Chaotic Good) We grabbed a Priest of some sort of the earth cult and I forged a complex torture mechanism which was like a brazen bull but instead of fire we headed to a lake, got my friend to fly it up and then dropped it deep into the lake and since we gave him some food and a few air bubble scrolls he’s probably still in there fending off starvation and suffocation
Ok, our party has come into possession of several vials of "poison" that when drank makes you fall asleep for a day or 2 and forget everything that happened for for several hours up to a day before it had been drank. We also found amulets that let us use the teleportation arches that are scattered throughout the world. We had been helping an NPC find a book in a crypt. Once we had, she led us to the portals and said she wanted to go back to the academy to study the book. So we went with her. Upon stepping out of the portals on the other side, we were ambushed by a group of people saying they were there to claim the bounty on the NPC's head for necromancy. We defended the NPC, having to dump healing potion into her twice during the fight. We knocked all those from the ambushing party out, only outright killing 1 of them. Then we woke the one who seemed to be the leader up and interrogated him for a bit. After we learned all that we could, we had him drink one of the vials of poison telling him it was a healing potion. Then forced the unconscious ones to also drink one. Then we stripped them naked, tied them to a tree and tossed their clothes and items through the portal arch.... once we left they would have no way to get anything back... So now there are 5 people with no memory of why they are in the forest by the portals tied to a tree without clothes. (I'm the only evil character in the party, but I am slowly rubbing off on the others.... they don't know I'm evil)
In a literal goblin campaign we were interrogating a couple of grungs, one red and one yellow. I was a kobold bard and hadn’t yet learned comprehend languages so I started talking to the yellow grung about who I was and blah blah blah, he didn’t like being held prisoner very much and interrupted me several times with insults in a different language. At some point my character gets upset and says “one more word out of your mouth and I’ll cut your tongue” (mind you, he didn’t understand me so he kept yelling and my character did what he said he would. One of the other players decided he wanted to see how it tasted so he at it in front of them. The red one immediately threw up and it got on my character. We left them there, tied up to a tree to die.
party was told a major member of the BBEG's faction had a German accent (this was a modified Fallout DnD 5e), we were also told they might be working at a hidden facility under the casino. we found a guy with a German accent in the basement by a fake wall which lead to the facility, one shot first ask questions later mini encounter later and the man was horribly injured and fled to the safety of a wall locker, which we locked. later the entire building had collapsed because the facility's AI did like the fact we just got one over on them by getting them to willing give us important files after conceiving it we worked their and had level 1 security clearance (helps to have a cyborg pc with high intelligence + hacking ability), probably needless to say but the AI had initiated self destruct of the facility which also caused the casino to collapse (as it's foundation was built on top of the facility. we later learned the guy in the locker had lived, and he was actually a double agent working for the allied faction to the faction we supported. we also learned his boyfriend owned the casino and was also in the post war equivalent of the mafia. we ended up having to do some serious damage control, although the casino owner was later killed by a allied NPC for being sexist against them and my PC (both of which are female characters and they were being a bit handsy if you catch my drift) in the end nothing that would actually impede the party became of it (guy got offed before he could tell anyone else) but i still can't help but feel bad for that poor German guy (we later made amends but they don't know we were involved in boyfriends death)
This will probably be buried but here goes: My party was in a campaign I made based on a revolution. The party was tasked to kidnap the princess of the kingdom so the rebels would have some form of leverage, but some NPCs that they spoke to did add in that the princess is not as evil as they think. They eventually managed to track down the carriage that the princess was in and fight off her guards. They open the carriage to see a scared young lady, which I described to be maybe 17. One specific player proceeded to use some pieces of different kits they had on hand (can’t exactly remember which one) and tortured the princess until I described her as “unable to cry anymore because her body is entering shock”, and only after sending a guard at them who was there to check on the delay did they stop. Not one other player participated in the torture nor did they stop it.
Me newest group had gotten a hold of a bottle of gasoline grade booze, drew a circle around an underground goblin village. You know, the kind consisting of houses made of linen, sticks, sap and other apparently very flamable types of wood. And yeah, we lit the place up and escaped (barely). For conrext, this was my second session with a new group and a completely new character, and I was trying something new. A peaceful monk. "I try to get out, but they keep pulling me back in"
I played a Tortle. Tortles cannot wear normal armor so my party tied me up and held me down convincing the local blacksmith to nail steel plates into my shell to give me a +2 AC bonus. Half my party and I thought it was awesome but some of my party members were very uncomfortable saying it was animal cruelty one even used an item to go to hell instead of being a part of it. My party gave me a sleeping potion to keep me out during the procedure but it stopped working the first time I took damage which happened with the first of many nails being driven into my bones. Also we skinned a chain demon's tattooed chains off of his corps after we brutally murdered it for eating cats. (The tabaxi and I are crazy cat ppl)
Hey, DM here! My party (who are supposed to be good) ended up making a deal with Kelemvor to bring some dragons that the party was protecting back to life. Eventually, after some quite honestly bullshit Luck, Kelemvor agrees on two conditions. The bodies are healed so they do not die again, a diamond is shattered in the temple of Kelemvore (they weren’t too far from Waterdeep) and an equal amount of weight in souls is payed. Now, considering they were gearing up to fight the BBEG (also the guy who had the dragons killed) and had to essentially assault a castle with a small army, I thought they would just use the souls from that battle. But turns out they REALLY wanted dragons for that fight. So instead, they returned to a prison they found earlier in the game which held a lot of people who did not deserve to be there (think political prisoners, tieflings, drow, and a lot of people who hadn’t really done anything specific wrong but just didn’t fit into the society that the BBEG wanted.) Upon arrival, they payed all the guards to stay away from the prison for three nights and went in. They slaughtered everyone. None were left spared. They decided that the dragons were so needed to this upcoming fight they the paladin broke his oath to Tyr, the cleric broke down. Weeping as Tamara silenced herself to him, the Warlock, who was used to turning his victims into monstrous chimeras or spreading plagues (they were looking for a way out of their pact) couldn’t even stomach it anymore when the paladin, with a tear stained face, slit the throat of a mother in front of her child. As the paladin started stepping towards the child, just to stop it I had time freeze for all but him. And out from behind a pillar walked out Tyr. After a long conversation about what the greater good means, the paladin broke down weeping. The slaughter eventually stopped. They all then left to go to their dragons. I never let them escape what they did that day. That party will always be known as “those who slaughtered” no matter their intentions or outcomes. They were no longer allowed in cities, they were wanted by most holds, they couldn’t even get food from taverns. The campaign ended shortly after as once they killed the BBEG, the Paladin, who was never able to restore his oath, accepted his punishment as he was executed, the party kinda just split apart after. Easily the most emotional I’ve seen my players.
So I wasn't there for it, but I watched the video of the incident. In short, one of our party members found a rather insideous way of offing the main bad guy for the current arc of the story. Our party had been scattered by trying to stand up to the local Archduke, some were hiding out in the nearby woods, my bard had been captured after trying to bait the Archduke to do come after him so he could try and find some missing people, and a couple more were staying in the town to gather information. The main character of this story, a "half-orc" (that's a different story) fighter/paladin named Wrug was one of those staying in the town and was trying to play himself off as an ally of the Archdukke. After the other member of the party who had stayed behind had detonated a massive bomb in the Archduke's manor (like, leveled a third of the building) to cover his escape after sneaking in to gather intel on what he was up to, Wrug offered to let the Archduke stay in his residence. Well, the Archduke went a bit far and just moved right in, taking the place over. Wrug was not happy about this, however with the party scattered a traditional assault wouldn't be feasible. Wrug was also not typically the stealthy type, but he, in fact, figured out a plan that would make even my rougish bard blush. So, Wrug broke into his own house while the Archduke was sleeping and got to his bedside. Now, stabbing this guy while he slept would be an easy thing to do, but would also make noise and alert the nearby soldiers, so Wrug needed a method that would ensure that the soldiers would not be alerted. The solution, his vial of Sovereign Glue. That's right, he dumped a whole vial of glue down the sleeping Archduke's throat and then basically held him down until the glue set and sealed his airway shut. The DM, of course, was totally surprised by this and did his best to keep it together and figure out exactly how adjudicate the situation. The Archduke, who unknown to us was skilled in necromancy, managed to get a few spells off and knock Wrug unconcious just before he lost conciousness himself. The cliffhanger end to the session was Wrug waking up in the local infirmary with the town guard's detective looking down at him saying "tell us about the attacker".
Long ago, I played an evil Half-Orc Warlock, Pact of the Fiend. His name was Ajax the Broken. Ajax murdered a woman in cold blood right in front of her child and cut the hair off the woman's corpse for a ritual to appease his Devil master. Before Ajax left, he dropped the knife he used to kill the woman in front of her child and told them to seek vengeance when they're older.
So, I'm actually still in my first campaign. Going great. We've had ups and downs. As for the worst thing we've done? Well my character decided to bring his friends with him while he got some vital objects from his home city. One of my friends didn't like the city, got into some trouble, aaaaand... He ended up summoning the BBEG there, got flicked into another continent, ended up coming back to clear out the BBEG and his minions by nuking the entire place, and not even getting the BBEG. At least I won't have to pay rent anymore...
Killed the bbeg by polymorphing his #2 into a snail, the barbarian grappling the bbeg and the rogue inserting the snail into the bbeg rectum. Go a few rounds and snail reaches 0hp due to suffocating and becomes human again inside human bbeg rectum. #2 standing there horrified covered in his boss's guts as rogue says "where should we put him next". Needless to say small creatures are no longer chosen for polymorphing options around the chaotic evil fallen asimar rogue and the neutral evil bugbear barbarian. to be fair we are doing an evil character party for the candle keep Chronicles, but we mostly just steal stuff or side with the unexpected outside the keep as our "evil"
Our party killed a child dictator then revived him only to kill him again like 2 sessions afterwards. In my characters defense, the kid almost killed her brother and was a super power in the war that was going on.
We were starting an adventure on the tabern I was a Ranger Human that hate people that believe that are better because of blood lines and the DM gave us to start on a city that was divided on plesants and nobles so after going around I found a gunpowder shop so proceed to throw a torch and see fireworks on noble area killing a good of people meanwhile my party was robbing a Jewry store and start a fight between plesants that wanted to be treated equally we ran away with a city in fire, protests, dead body’s, and our bags full of money (I am pretty sure the DM is going to make us regret our decisions on nexts sessions)
Not d&d but in pathfinder our party has caused a lot of f'ed up things. Like dooming a salt dessert city to be crushed by several thousand tons of water, bringing back an evil powerful kitsune spirit, and creating the abomination that is dogdog (not as cute as it sounds). Probably the most f'ed up thing is the story of Crunch. It starts at the beginning of the game, my character was a poppet detective investigating a potential lead on the murder case I was working on. After meeting most of the rest of the party we had to go to the prison to find the last member who was the prime witness for the lead I was following. The party went undercover as prisoners to investigate the case. While I was gathering info and our gunslinger was making allies in the prison, our alchemist started a drug ring making a low tier drug called I think grulna. One of the prisoners he sold to was a lizard folk named Crunch. Unfortunately for Crunch he had a low will save already and crit failed his check to avoid addiction so he became super addicted. We eventually ended up escaping the prison and on our way out we saw Crunch digging through supplies like a feral animal trying to find the stuff to make more Grulna. We saw him one more time acting like a feral animal as a potential fight we talked our way out of, but where it really picks up is in the next city we went to they were having a festival and part of that festival was a pie eating competition. The whole party entered and we were surprised when the mayor's champion was Crunch. He was able to keep up with the party in the competition but also showed off a scary new ability. He spit on one of the other contestant's pies and that contestant became mind controlled by him after eating the pie. His saliva had some intense Grulna-like effects that let him take over people's minds and turn them into his thralls. We later learned that he had taken over the mayor's mind and had plans to take over the city. We don't see Crunch for a good while after this and actually switch up the party quite a bit. So now none of the current party members know about what happened to Crunch, just that he was this one other NPC's brother. That NPC (the Brockinator) was currently being married off to the Azarketi princess because she had a thing for lizard folk. We had a plan to pull a switcheroo and have Crunch take the Brockinator's place because our characters were vaguely told what he was up to but not the full extent of his capabilities. We go back to the city where we left him which was now called Crunchy Town. We convinced him to do the switcheroo plan and sneak him into where the Brockinator was and convinced the people guarding him to allow the switch. After the wedding, Crunch successfully took over the Azarketi empire. TLDR the party helped a drug fueled mind controlling lizard folk take over an empire, accidentally creating one of the most powerful villains in the campaign
Played with a guy who played as a Sorcerer who specialized in various Force Walls. He ended up using it later down the line to force squeeze the balls of NPCs we were interrogating. Another time, in the same campaign, we had a Vampire(?) Mesmer end up committing genocide on a colony of Dwarves. Needless to say, my character (Tiefling Druid) wasn't all to happy about the genocide.
Our party was ferrying cargo from the mainland to a large island during the BBEG invasion. During this we had taken jobs as deck mates. A small ship had rolled up on us using darkness. The vessel had been taken over by a pirate captain. He told us either we release the freight to him and his crew or he’d kill his captives (1 woman & 3 children) Our fighter’s god gave him the ability to detect lies. He also had to do his best to protect children. The captain of our ship denied the request & the pirate instantly beheaded the mother & 2 of his crew killed the children. We were able to kill the 3 crew but the captain escaped into the water. Saving the one girl in the process. Later that night we spotted the pirate vessel & the 4 of us snuck on board. We entered from a hatch on the bottom of the ship. The first room we came upon, was the garbage disposal. Two pirates were grinding up trash before shooting it out into the sea. (Dick move by them) I (A blood Hunter) shot and killed one of the pirates. While our fighter sprinted up to the other pirate and grappled him. Our fighter, bard, and I shoved the Alive pirate into the grinder and made mince meat of him. The wizard disapproved of our action & did NOT help. But he was a god that lost his powers due to negligence. So we didn’t much care.
In session 2, they were supposed to use stealth or reason with an old- I’ll be it slightly insane- man that held the map of the land they would use to navigate the endless seas of sand. All 12 of them army crawled through his withering field of wheat except for one who failed a stealth check. Immediately, all of them jumped out of the hay and didn’t even try to reason with them, beating him down and leaving him prone on one hit point outside as they raided his house and left him there to die. They went back out and passed the old man without even looking at him and that was the last we ever heard of him.
I mocked the death of children our paladin failed to save. We we're finishing off some hags that had made their home in a mill. My character, a tiefling bard, and the group leader and elf bladesinger were both evil and only interested in seeing if The hags had anything that would help further our goals. The other members of the group were a human fighter mercenary and an orc paladin who was to keep an eye on us ne'er do wells. During the fight due to a area of darkness the blade singer's flaming orb ended up too close to the mill and set it on fire. The paladin charged in and up the stairs to try and find the children we had heard screaming for help earlier while my fire resistant but just walked around the bottom floor seeing what magical goodies I might be able to abscond with. Unfortunately for the paladin one of The hags stayed behind long enough to stun him so he was still inside the building when it collapsed. He survived and we managed to pull him out of the rubble but the children had not. As we looked at the collapsed building and knew there was nothing else we could do for the children the paladin asked if my bard, who was the most eloquent of the group would say a few words. I used the fact that I knew the paladin could not speak Sylvan while I and the elf could to mock both his efforts and the children's death. Their eulogy was simply. "You were not strong enough to survive. You were not valuable enough to save. And you're not important enough to remember. Better luck in your next life.". The blade singer said "Here here." In common and the Paladin thanked my tiefling for his words. I was trying to embody what a fellow player had said about evil not needing to be destructive or reveling in the downfall of others. That sometimes the worst thing you can be is callous and uncaring.
We went to the thieves guild and paid them for a service. They did not deliver. They had no intention of delivering. They simply took our gold and told us to screw off. We didn't leave a single one of them alive. Came across the assassins guild along the way, but they weren't involved so we left them alone. All over 5 gold. It wasn't about the gold, we wanted to send a message.
Evil christmas one-shot. I decided to play as Krampus (satyr monk) our goal was to kill santa while destroying his workshop. Well we ended up coming across the reindeer stables, and not wanting to have to deal with fighting more reindeer, I threw one of the molotovs I had constructed earlier into the stable and blockaded the door. The only reason they lived was because we needed to break open a window to grab a small golden statue inside with mage hand. At which point they just flew away.
I cast Delayed Fireball on a Group of Children and sent them to go talk to the Guards and basically disabled the entirw Guard caused a Shitton of Chaos and then i went in and helped making me their Hero
Dismembered some poor kobolds slaves thst were killed in an earlier fight and fed them to the lions... I suggested it as a joke, but dm said to roll and party ended up doing it. My kobold sorcerer stood aside feeling really uneasy
i play as a artificer/necromancer multiclass. and tend to adopt children for one single reason alone, promising they become adventurers themself but honestly just using them as a kind of mine canary to search for traps and monsters. even when i can do it 3-4 times per child because necromancy. but later on when i began to disguise undead as beggers and outfittet them with explosives they realy got pissed
bear totem barbarian, climbed a tower to a fortress outpost some orcs had taken over. the party had been tasked with clearing them out. once in the tower keep, i saw some sick orcs, then started yeeting them out the window. well, i failed a perception check... one of the orcs was female... and gravid. out the window, 6 story drop. only found out later. my low INT barbarian didnt pick up on the hints the party was giving about the orc....
our Paladin is a warforged so when we went to an outlaw city full of thieves and muggers they thought they could jump him and sell his parts for gold well they changed their tunes when the paladin slammed his sword into the pavment tip first, leaving it standing up right beat a man to near death by hand, then grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him through his stuck sword, spliting the bandit in two from groin to head and threw both halves over the remaining thieves, staining the walls and ground with gore and blood yeeaaahhh, save for my druid the rest of the party chased after the runners and tore them apart as well, monk melted someones throat with acid fists and melted their head off as it fell into a horse watering trough barbarian chased a bandit that tried hiding in a flower shop and proceded to slice the coward to ribbons painting interior completely red Warlock kept shooting another thief in every body part that left them incapacitated but not dead, over and over till finally shooting him in the throat all my druid did was fight the one guy that was actually attacking me directly after that my druid was left to watch helplessly as his party commited crimes against humanity
My priestess of the God of Light and Justice once flooded an entire parrallel universe with demons because that universe belonged to a god considered to be evil by her church and the party was trapped in it. Our black mage was the most shocked of all when the Priestess of a God who also hates magic asked him to summon a transportation demon to get them all home and also wipe the entire population of that world so that the god owning it would be deprived of the souls and worship of the followers therein.
Not sure if it's the most messed up thing I've done in game, but it's definitely the most recent example. My group is running a D&D 5e module that takes place in Water Deep. Not sure of the exact one, but that's not really relevant. On paper my character is a Simic Hybrid Circle of Spores Druid with the appendage mutation. In role play however my character is a homunculus created with a mix of magic and alchemy by a mad mage who's a major figure in one of the source books. Because of this, he's ignorant to many social and moral concepts and developed a "keep what you kill" mentality. So naturally he regularly cooks and eats the flesh of sentient races. He's taken up making jerky and pickling meats. At so point early on while fighting some Kenku i made a joke out of character about "Kentucky fried Kenku" leading to my character sticking all the Kenku bodies in a barrel and rolling them to a hiding place for later consumption. my character eating people has basically become his running gag. At some point in the campaign, we were given the deed to a bar/inn and started designating jobs. my character was naturally designated cook and i even made a joke about "exotic meats" being on a "secret menu" in character. My favorite interaction from this campaign was from when we fought the Kenku early on. We left on for questioning where my character and a Yuan Ti played by another player did a "hungry cop, hungrier cop" interrogation where the Yuan Ti threatened to eat them alive. when the Kenku asked if i too wanted to eat him alive the response was: "Creator no, I'm not some sort of savage, I prefer my meals cooked. I'm not some barbarian."
It's what the DM did than what the party did. - TW/CW: Talking about SA charges, no doings, just talking about the charges of NPCs WELL below a legal age in a game that wasn't supposed to have ANYTHING even SLIGHTLY like that. Talking about death of a character. Complete shitstain of a DM. / You have been warned. Mine was SOMEHOW getting the blame for doing... EXTREMELY bad things... to in-game NPCs of... well below certain ages. Now keep in mind we were not only on the first session, we were all Level Ones. I was playing a human rogue who found out that people tended to forget he was there and didn't notice him unless they were related to him, actively looking at him and/or talking to him or in his company after noticing and talking to him but stopped after a certain amount of time had passed and/or were friends with or in a party with him. Not a "forgetting field" but more like he was so unnoticeable and forgettable that he decided to use it to his advantage. I got into town that we, the party (me: human rogue, a dragonborn cleric a drow cleric, a dwarven barbarian and a human/elf bard), had never been to because this was session one. Yes, we did do a session zero. No, my character wasn't min-maxed. Normal stars that we rolled for on session one. My highest stats were Stealth at 17 and Charisma at 16. I was arrested at gunpoint in a medieval town (there weren't supposed to be any guns according to the DM's session zero explanation of the world.) I was dragged into the town prison, told I was charged beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was caught doing EXTREMELY bad things to NPCs of well below a certain age and placed into the worst cell with the best protection and was surrounded by a 24/7 guard order. The DM told me it was a case of mistaken identity and that the party had to find things to prove my innocence and find the true guilty party. They did their best but after they'd found it, the Captain of the Guard (DM) refused to believe them and I was sentenced to be hung until dead. I was being led up the steps of the gallows and told I could roll a D20 and a D6 to see if I could convince the hangman and the crowd of my innocence. NAT FREAKING 20 and a 4 on the D6. I just got a "Pfft. Looks like you needed a 25 to do it." He rolled no dice, just a "Yeah, go fuck yourself. You lose anyway." My party came in with the true culprit that they'd found, a homebrew race of the DM's making, a minotaur/orc hybrid that he called Minotorcs. The minotorc confessed to what I was told my charges were. The DM rolled to see if anyone believed the minotorc. He got a Nat 20. The Captain of the Guard came out saying "I'm shocked! I'm horrified! I'm outraged! Make sure that you don't get caught doing it again! HANG THE ROGUE!!!" The barbarian threw his axe at the rope as I fell. He rolled a 17 to-hit. It hit but dropped and cut my head off and the DM congratulated a "WTF?!"ing barbarian for killing a useless PC. I asked the DM "What the hell was that?!" He responded "Oh, the ropes in my world have a AC of a 100. Unless you hit a 100 on a D100 (which none of us but the DM had and he wasn't sharing), you don't break it! And it's your fault for making such a pansy ass shit character! You're a guy! You should have made something cooler and edgier!" We all got up, told him that we were quitting because the others must have seen and thought (I'm hoping that what i type next was at least somewhere in the vicinity their thoughts, at least) "If he'd do something so disgusting to one of our party that we agreed wouldn't be anywhere even NEAR the game on, then what other vile and disgusting things would be do to us down the road?") and nicely, in our own ways, told him we wanted nothing to do with him ever again and if we somehow found ourselves playing in a game with him as a player, he had only ONE chance. If anything like what happened here happened there, we'd tell the DM what happened here and now or we'd just leave because nothing is worth ever being near him for a D&D game. Then we all gathered our stuff and left. He started screaming at us as we walked away that if he ever saw us in a D&D game that he'd tell the DM what "REALLY" happened and that he'd go to every DM, GM , store, etc. that was running anything TTRPG-related about us and what "REALLY" happened and nobody in the world would even let us get near dice to even play Monopoly!" but he said it with a LOT more swears, racial and LGBT+ slurs. I haven't seen him in over 17 years now and I'm glad of it. Last I heard about him was conflicting stories. In one, he was in jail for allegedly doing the same thing to real people that he set my rogue to take the fall for (pun intended). Another said that he moved and fell off the map as one of those conspiracy nuts who hoard everything they think useful in the "coming apocalypse" caused by anything. Another said she saw him going into politics. Ah well. Rest in peace, Rogue Talouk Avarsmith. You were just getting started and an asshole with a God-complex took you out. Thank you for taking the time to read this if you chose to.
Bugbear/caveman chef + party member who needs their kidney removed = We ate our party member's kidney and offered him some when he woke up. Trust me, it's much funnier in context. The party member in question had a death wish and this humiliation should, keyword SHOULD, have helped him with a desire to live. He later died when he refused to rest before the boss...but yeah kinda fucked up now that I think about it.
Potential spoilers for CoS: This was before I joined the campaign (I play as an awakened Ireena, who has no memory of her life before being adopted into a noble house). So, there was a guy who was obsessed with Ireena (note the use of past tense). He had weird dolls of her, and was dead set on finding her. Well, rather than trying to find out *why* he was so obsessed with her, the Ireena Protection Squad decided that he was a threat that must be eliminated. Thing is, they didn't even give him a fighting chance. Upon confronting him, the warlock cast levitate. He had no range attacks, so he couldn't really do anything from 20 feet in the air. Party commences unaliving him. To add insult to injury, same warlock casts another spell (basically reflavored Arms of Hadar) to consume his corpse (and those of the guards who tried to stop the fight) in order to get rid of the evidence. They never told Ireena about the man, or his strange obsession with her. Turns out, he was her brother, who's been looking for her for years since she wandered into the mist.
We wanted to get rid of one NPC and infected him with a Slaad virus. Point was that we dont want any traces of us being involved, thats why we chose a lengthy path and not just stabbed the NPC. It was an evil thing to do, but it backfired horribly when new player joined our party and started romancing that NPC who wasnt feeling too good already. We didnt know how far it will go and didnt tell the player about slaad inside his new love Now imagine we all are in a tavern after a day of adventuring and then that player PC runs in with that NPC and they go upstairs giggling. Than there is a scream and ceiling falls as a red Slaad emerges from bloody mess that was our target. And there is our horny sorcerer taking an oath of celibacy
i was the dm and a child was thanking the players for saving the town and one of my party member i think he was a archer dwarf i dont know why but he shot the child in the head with a crossbow it was a nat20
So my paladin might have done a racism. Our barbarian spotted a group of goblins, and I immediately fired my crossbow at their lookout, who was sleeping. He survived and called out to his five friends, most of whom started to scramble. I thought it was weird that they weren't fighting us, and even considered trying to talk to one of them, but my dumb lizard brain (I'm a dragonborn with 8 intelligence) just kinda turned off and it was far too late once my hammer smacked one of their heads clean off. Needless to say, it turned out they were innocent miners. When I was looting the bodies I even found letters from their families. In my defense, I'd travelled to this homebrew setting from Faerun, where goblins are typically considered to all be evil. The Oathbreaker Knight let me off with a warning.
My friend who is playing a plasmid rogue, disguised himself with full plate, mail armor from a enemies army walked in ditch, the armor snuck around their camp and found a stall full of horses and he had a grenade he threw into the middle of the tent, ran away as you can hear the horses screaming in pain burning alive in there stalls. Safe to say that we won that battle.
I was running death house and instead of helping the children he shattered their legs and threw them through a window into the house he thought these were real children he had no suspicions that they were evil apparitions or anything he is just anti orphan
Well the bard beeep the dragon up the beep with a beep it was ribd and had a delayed blast fireball in it let your imagination feel in the rest We all died a little inside
not exactly something my party did, i take FULL responsibility for this one, my dnd character is a cannibal and basically follows the party around for free food!
My father's HackMaster group once captured a female assassin who tried to kill them, they took some Goblins they captured and had them run a r@pe train on her, then the Cleric (who is also the party leader) healed her and continued the train. She ended up in a catatonic state because of it.
As a noble lizard folk damphire who's multiclasse phantom rogue/undead warlock his vampire lord father is his patron... I have eaten a wizard who was polimorphed into a goat, enslave a pack of awakened wolves, and the village they were terrorizing, split a pot of child soup with a hag, and on 2 occasion so far locked a shopkeep in their shop and did a bit of arson... oh and ate the remains of a family in front of their ghosts, lectured a vampire on the proper way to terrorize a town while splitting a tall glass of villager with him... and swore an oath of vengeance to turn an entire clan who wronged me into a full furniture set... so far I have a chair 😊
Nah, the whole world gotta lock you up for that one lol
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One of my players is a mom IRL to a young boy, probably three or four years old. She did not take the revelation of finding out that Victoro and Ammalia Cassalanter sold the souls of their teenage son and two other prepubescent children to maintain their wealth and public image very well.
When the party finally managed to expose the Casslanters' crimes, Victoro sold his wife's soul for immunity. She was subsequently taken away by Waterdhavian authorities to be hanged. After the party moved heaven and earth to save the souls of the Cassalanter children, the player arranged for the three kids to be adopted into the loving family of one of her old characters from a previous campaign, who was now a noveau riche noble following his role in defeating Tiamat. Victoro himself attempted to flee Waterdeep by boat, but the party got one of their allies to blockade the harbor. So now Victoro was stuck on his yacht but nobody could touch him thanks to his new contract.
The player boarded the boat, pointed out to Victoro that his hastily written contract only protected him while his wife was alive (the party had made a point of discovering that contracts could be nullified by effectively negating the terms). She then proceeded to mock him until about an hour of ingame time later when it was announced across the city that Ammalia had been executed. Now without any further infernal protection, Victoro was unable to stop the player from summoning a selkie via Summon Fey Creature to tear him limb from limb and devour him.
Nobody at the table disagreed that Victoro and Ammalia were terrible people and got what they deserved, but I won't begrudge them their decision not to be present for what that player (who was playing a vengeful hexblood who had been raised by a hag to have a very skewed ability to apply morality to her decisions) did to Victoro. Not stopping her was tacit approval, however. And frankly, I think he got what he deserved too.
This is just a great reminder that moms are hella scary sometimes XD Also A+ contract loophole work
Medieval fantasy style campaign, based somewhat on the Baltic crusades.
The locals took umbrage by the true faiths attempts to convert the people and stop their various pagan/some times evil faiths. Eventually they raided DEEP into the kingdoms borders, and ransacked many temples. The high king and the voice of the gods, ordered the knights priests, paladins of the conquering sun, of the order and any else who wanted to get payed in plunder or fees. The next part of the campaign was us wading through blood and ash and burnt livelihoods. It got very dark very quick. Many of our party members and NCPs have long lasting memories of this time, and long lasting side effects.
Played a session at school, with my geometry teacher as the DM. We ended the previous session in the basement cavern of a mansion, and halfway through a bossfight. There was this really big crystal in the room, and we had to activate it to disable the boss's, the cultist priest's, powers. Our dragonborn fighter, a 10 year old alchoholic TORE THE PRIEST IN HALF, FROM THE HEAD DOWN. we were sent by the orcs to bring back cultists ALIVE.
In one of the first games I played in, in my husband's 23+ year old world...I inadvertantly ended up killing one of the Gods of his world. Literally the first one shot I was in.
Not as a player but one of my NPCs, her backstory is that her clan an village was destroyed by a horde of cultists and fiends led by a Rakshasa, and she set out for revenge. In the end, she led a war party to invadethe Rakshasas fortress, kill everyone, and capture the Rakshasa Alive becuase death wasnt good enough of a punishment. Now the Rakshasa bound in Iron Bands of Bilaro is mounted to the wall of her apothecary, drugged up on so many potions that he can never escape, but is still aware enough to know what is going on. She also harvests parts of him, mostly blood, claws, and teeth, to make her potions, and lets some of the local guard, new adventurers, and her children use him as target practice.
And we were going through a temple, and our only source of detect traps was the quest giving NPC we had with us. Well he failed a roll and died. And so the whole party was left without anyone proficient to detect traps. My barbarian didn't understand magic and he thought all you had to do was say the words and something would happen. However he figured if he used this body to cast the spell since it knew how to do it he could do it too. Proceed to us spending 4 1/2 hours with the barbarian casting detect traps by throwing the corpse down hallways and into rooms.
A quick rundown of some bad stuff our party did:
▪︎Kamehameha'd a hive full of Waspfolk (homebrew race) while they were still in it for a druid village.
▪︎Watched an astro elf murder an innocent bystander to avoid being caught by him.
▪︎Stealing a shopkeeper's kidneys because why not.
▪︎Burning down a tavern because my dragonborn barbarian got into a scuffle with a dragonborn assassin (both being red dragonborns of course.)
▪︎And finally getting answers out of said assassin and leaving him tied up in our cart outside a temple in the desert while we enter said temple (as of writing this, we have no idea if he's still alive or not)
Well... We are running Dragonlance: Shadow of the Dragon Queen
One character, who we call Backrest (real name: Bakaris) has received some of our most brutal torture across a total of 5 months and 10 characters (3 were swapped out, with 2 being killed by a bag of holding bomb and the third now comatose).
Upon reaching Kalaman, I rolled nat20 persuasion along with used vocal magical tinkering to show Bakaris abandoned his city. Our DM pretty much screwed up the module by having Bakaris and his son arrested. One PC is a dumb minotaur cleric, named Banyan Candles, who visited Bakaris in prison to have him confess sins to lighten his sentence... by breaking his arm. After the explosion incident, we had some members join and some new characters. Banyan was the only survivor of the blast, and Bakaris eventually left jail by convincing leaders he was a good general for the war. Bakaris was out on a mission and we had to go do recon to basically save him from near death injuries. Banyan drew and quartered Bakaris on the way to camp, bringing him even closer to death. After returning to camp, Banyan heals, then hogties Bakaris and strings him in a nearby tree. Later at night, Banyan visits Bakaris and breaks both his legs. For context, this minotaur saved an entire port village and was very carefree most of the time. This was his clear dark side.
After taking Bakaris back to Kalaman, we fight some enemies with Bakaris used as an improvised weapon, then a boss battle with a phantom that tried to possess Bakaris.
After that, is our present situation. I was pissed since Bakaris then tried to frame us for mass murder of leaders in the city via rumors. I managed to trick Bakaris into buying a fake cloud rune ring while disguised. Bakaris went looking for Banyan to try to kill him, I followed. I then disguised myself as an enemy soldier before killing them in front of a massive crowd. Ran off, dropped the disguise and looped around to a different alley before telling Banyan to try "healing him".
We disposed of the corpse in a back alley near a bakery that sells exploding pies (what was responsible for the bag of holding exploding). I got a pie with banana, as I did not specify bomb pie ahead of order. Now, Bakaris's corpse has been covered in an explosive cream pie in a back alley of Kalaman.
That's my story.
My players have tortured and tested alchemical mixtures on prisoners. One player even made a skin suit
Who's in your party, Dr Krieger? 😂
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@@RobCrowley85 nope just mentally ill teen-agers
Second session we were fighting some goblins, wolves, and a bugbear. When there was only two goblins and some wolves left one of the party rolled to convince the goblins to join us. He succeeded.
After that one of the goblins got adopted and named by the aristocrat human fighter and in the span of one night turned the goblin into an aristocrat badly it forgot how to speak goblin.
Meanwhile the second goblin got burned during the fight. We never named him. He’s just called burned, burnt, or the burned one. The other goblin started to be racist to burnt. I felt bad for burnt and saw I had a bell in my backpack and gave it to them. Nope. I meant it as a gift, rest of party thought of it as cattle.
Earlier in that same session before starting the fight with the bugbear we had the Wizard’s familiar, an owl, fly in to investigate. There was some goblins and wolves around a fire.
Both me and the aristocrat had the idea to use the owl to fly in, and cause an explosion. If the owl died it could just be summoned again later. Didn’t do it because wizard said no and because it would count as emotional damage.
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Our party systematically wiped out a village save for a child and its mother. In our defense, they were keeping slaves and would execute any of them if we were spotted. We were going to kill the mother and child too, but instead had a debate about it in front of their face. What's more fucked up is that my character was an sole survivor of his village being attacked (I know I know, boring backstory) and now he's responsible for doing the same to someone else.
probably the monster and mount breeding stables. cavalry creatures and monstrous humanoids that were caught were multiplied at the tower site of a forcibly joined evil mage. she was restrained in her own blob guardian wearing a straitjacket made of tabaxi skin (dont ask) and had to watch firsthand how her prized riding horses were used up in an artificially accelerated attempt to create a bunch of hippogriffon mounts. next upt was the creation of an army. lets just say, the doctor moreau experiments got only more exotic from there. the local troll/goblin/kobold/orc/gnoll populations plummeted rather quickly after being caught for fodder issues. necromantic shenanigans and the leftover bones of the carcasses made sure the party had enough manpower to handle the chores around the stables. than the creation of half breeds could be developed ISENGARD STYLE. aarakocra were mixed with dragonborns, centaurs with lizardfolks, tieflings with minotaurs. a considerable force was amassed. sustainable food production was acquired. outposts and settlements were built. the final masterpiece was the creation of BEHEMOTHS, a masterrace of sentient humanoid hippos and the PANTHERA, a masterrace of centauroid tabaxi, both capable of magic (but not of flight - random input). as for the origins...well, the mage (and some local druid coven as well as a crusade force of paladins and priests sent as inquisitors about the case of the destruction of the regional bard colleges) found herself forever enslaved by her freshly created overlords as a new civilization could finally rise...
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I finally made it through that deadly Maze of traps. Then I had to fight some guy with some sort of Electro armor. I wasn't able to do a damn thing to him until I shot him with a squirt gun then I was able to hurt him for a little bit. I had to do that several times over but I barely survived.
Skinned a man they once called Ally,
Tldr: NPC betrayed the party and took the magic armor that was growing from his body.
I'm the Dm; my players had met a pair of NPC mercenaries somewhat early in the campaign, their names were Galahad and lilly. Galahad was a massive man in finely crafted armor, he was strong protective and also mute, while lilly was the young and naive half elf female wizard.
They help the party on multiple occasions being a set of reoccurring NPCs the party could depend on. Well one session about halfway into the campaign the party where about to fight one of the bbgs when their body guards stepped in. A group of 3 fiends that called themselves 'the blue devils,' initiative was rolled and before the party could do anything Galahad and lilly revealed themselves as two additional members of the blue devils, turning the fight from a 6v3 to a 4v5. Now I had planned for their eventual betrayal from the very beginning and was hoping for a good reaction. What o wasn't expecting was for them to mercilessly kill every member loot what they could and look to me and say,
"DM I want to loot Galahad's body"
"Ok, you look through his stuff and find his sword."
"What about his armor?"
"Oh that, that's his skin."
"I skin him"
DM.exe has crashed, "what?!"
"I skin him, I want his armor it give resistance to physical damage"
Needless to say they held no remorse over the man they called Ally for about half a year irl.
Oh, man.
We came across a gnome man being beat with a purse by, who was presumably his grandmother. He spotted us, and begged us to help him. We could hear the woman yelling at him about betraying his wife. My character, a simic hybrid paladin, tried to get between the two, hoping to end the conflict peacefully. One of our two barbarians, on the other hand, had different ideas. As soon as I pried the woman off of her grandson, these two bastards hit this like 98 year old woman so hard she just crumpled to the ground and died.
The man was scared, but (courtesy of our dm trying to save the encounter) thankful for at least ending his abuse. He started talking about she was angry at him for cheating on his wife, at which point, our tiefling warlock, whose patron was the deity of chaos, got bored and decided he wanted some entertainment, and murdered the man in cold blood.
Our other barbarian, a dwarf who was raised by gnomes was in fucking shock, only cut short by the sound of a man yelling to the rest of his family "THEY KILLED NANA AND GEORGE!" From the house nearby.
Immediately, the children who were playing outside started running towards the door, and the adults started gathering weapons.
Would you like to know what our warlock did?
"Can I fireball the door?"
"Can you wha- why?"
"Funny. Can I?"
"It's out of your range. Roll percentile to see if you hit or not."
"Thats.... 87."
"Fuck. You hit it. I don't even have to roll for this, all three gnome children are immediately incinerated."
The warlock lost his leg during that encounter and royally pissed off the goddess of life, considering that fire spread, and burned down somewhere in the realm of 80 acres of land. And our dwarf barbarian hates his guts still.
The PC found a fortress. That fortress had a few deep well like holes used as latrines. What did the PC do ? They had several barrels of gun powder. They sunk 6 barrels, each containing 1000 pound of powder, to the very bottom of each pit, then, used some fire magic to ignite them all at the same time. 8 instant geysers of smelly brown goo shooting up. There where roofs above them all. There was over 50 yards of accumulated muck in each pit. All pits where about 8' in diameter. I let your imagination figure the result yourself.
This was in our Odyssey of Theros campaign - a Greco/Roman inspired session. We had a rogue in our group that had been made the Oracle of Pharika, the Goddess of Pestilence, since the original Oracle had been killed in front of us at the start, kicking off the campaign. One session, we stopped at a riverside town for supplies and such, and our rogue goes off on her own for a bit. She comes across a slave market, and she's like 'NOPE'. As the Oracle, she normally had to roll a Constitution save in order to keep the goddess from 'taking over', but this time, our rogue just lets Pharika loose WILLINGLY.
By the time our session ended, we had to leave that town because it was up in flames, and nearly EVERYONE was suffering some sort of horrible disease from chicken pox to herpes, to diarrhea, you name it. Our rogue/Oracle of Pharika essentially opened up the Pandora's box of plagues...and we've had to deny everything every time the incident was mentioned.
The starting town we were in got attacked by a group of bandits controlled by the BBEG. The party got split up, bunch of chaos, and when we regrouped we found the barbarian dragging a bandit with a missing leg. It just so happened that we found one of the cults abandoned hideouts the day before. Complete with a torture rack. We lock him in there for a day before being the interrogation. First up was the barbarian. A 9ft tall humanoid bear. Very intimidating, but also a local folk hero. My bard used some spells to amplify the sound of his foot septs. He went in asked some questions, turned the rack until the bandit started to scream. essentially playing the bad cop.
This is where my bard steps in. He scolds the barbarian for being so brutal (it was I who instructed him to rough up the prisoner) and asked him to leave the room. As soon as he turned the corner I rushed up to the prisoner and began to loosen his restraints. I told him that I was a part of their gang, but got split off from the others. I persuaded him to tell me their numbers, the location of their camp, who their commanders were and that there was a spy in the local guard. All while reading his mind to ensure he was telling the truth. After all of that the barbarian began stomping. My bard put the restraints back on and told the bandit that I would be back that night to release him, so that we could slit the throats of the rest of the party while they slept.
I left the room, gave our Druid a signal and she went in, took out a dagger, a slowly dragged it across his neck. After which she let a monster she had adopted feed on the remains. Half the party was good aligned and was really taken aback by this. My bard gave a speech about doing what was necessary to protect innocents and so on… afterwards he went back down to cut up the bandits corpse, bringing along some human jerky for the pet monster.
TLDR we tortured a prisoner, gave him false hope, killed him and fed him to our pet
HE FUCKING POURED MERCURY ON A CAT
And?
Edited: Added a second event.
In an old 2e campaign, we were all powerful and important figures in the one of the nations the homebrewed campaign was set in. I was the head of the king's guard, one of us was the something like the pope, and so on. We were out investigating some weird happenings near the southern border (with another nation we're barely at peace with), and we keep getting attacked by powerful wizards wearing symbols of one of the southern nations major noble houses. We kept capturing these assailants because we needed to get information from them, but we didn't have the time to deal with them at the moment. So we decided to "render them harmless" and take them back to be interrogated at the capitol. We rendered them harmless by butting out their tongues so they couldn't cast spells (we could get them regrown later when it was time for them to talk), shattering every bone in their hands (again, wizards), stripping them naked (never know what nasty surprises they might have tucked away), blinding and deafening them (so they couldn't spy on us), tying them up so they couldn't move at all, and chucking them in a bag of holding (so they were on a different plane and couldn't be scried on by their allies). Every day we'd pull them out long enough to heal them of any damage they might have taken from stuff like starvation. Thinking of it now, I don't know what ever happened to them. The first one was in the bag for over a month, but we never did make it back to the capitol. We were captured and all our stuff was taken, so maybe their corpses are still in my bag somewhere.
In the current campaign the group was hired to investigate something weird happening in a newly constructed Temple of Mystra. They decided to go the diplomatic route and agreed to take part in a ritual in the heart of the temple that visitors weren't normally allowed into. This involved 3 days of purification to prepare themselves. Surprise, surprise, the ritual was a trap. It was really a ritual that would have mind controlled them all. The ritual got interrupted by the paladin who decided something was off. This triggered a fight and the party didn't have any of their gear (they weren't allowed access to their possessions during the purification and ritual). Two of the three almost went down on the first attack from lucky crits, and it was a very close win. This made the party super paranoid and they decided everyone in the temple was evil and out to get them. One of them had a bunch of ranks in stealth, told the rest of the party to wait there, and stealthed out of the room. She went through the entire surface level and slit the throats of everyone in the temple. Other supplicants, visitors, workers, the temple guard, everyone died. Turns out that the only evil people on the surface level were the head priest and his guards (that they killed in the fight), everyone else (about 15 people) were good people and honest believers who had no idea anything bad was going on. They got away with it too. After they finished clearing the rest of the cultists and monsters from the lower level they went to the guard and reported how the whole temple was evil and they had cleansed it. Faced with all the horrible stuff below, they decided the party was right and everyone there was part of the cult.
We had a party of 4 + two slugcats (from Rain World) NPCs, and one of them was pregnant. Being the nice DM that I was, I made her water break just before initiative. The party had their own personal demiplane that they used as their camp. The spellcaster of the group opened the demiplane, and sent the scug couple and the party paladin to have birth in a less hectic place. Instead of casting healing spells for the twins that the female scug was having a hard time birthing, he looked at me dead in the eyes and said:
"I'd like to roll a Wisdom (Perception) check on her *special hole*."
I haven't let him deliver a baby since.
Most F’d up things my group has done… we met a butcher who we knocked unconscious while investigating an abandoned windmill (which doubled as his shop) to find clues for a mystery. In doing so we found butchered corpses of the homeless. The Barbarian dragged the butcher over and decapitated him on his own table. We then carried the head for questioning.
Meanwhile, many sessions later, a member of a black market gang cane to us to try and get funds. He didn’t reseearch who we were other than knowing we were famous. Specifically, my character, who’s family had ties to these gangs, all while my character has a MASSIVE hater for them (and specifically their boss, seeinf as he’s trying to cut his family’s ties to these gangs). So after capturing him, and him getting a bit banged up and cut up, we went about questioning. Well, my character wasn’t very content with the answers. And he had a small case full of crossbow bolts, soaking in WYVERN POISON. So he dipped his finger into the poison, and began to drip it onto this gang member’s open cuts. The DM describes the poison as feeling like Fire Ant Bites, being melted by acids, and having horrible blisters. It was EFFECTIVE. And my character just kept slowly dripping it, drop by drop, every 30 seconds or so, letting him get cozy beforw applying the pain again. Once he was satisfied, my character finally stopped, patted his cheek, and called him a good boy before scaring him with his tusks to run for the hills.
Fun fact, that “good boy” and torture apparently is why the Druid asked my character out like 5 sessions later 😂 WANTED THAT SPICY TUSK LOVE SMUT!
Had a party member that was a paladin of Obad-Hai who was a plant construct little more then a week old.
He didn't understand that it was immoral to use a corpse as a melee weapon. He repeatedly ripped the arms off people and used them as clubs, Used fresh corpses by throwing them in to other people, and its the first time as a DM I had to tell a player "I think a dwarf would count as a 2 handed weapon."
This was 3.5, when paladins had to be Lawful Good, and the reason he never lost his paladin powers was because he always tried to reason with people before fighting, He never actually broke his oath, he always did this to a body that was already dead and nobody else in the party ever told him it was wrong. Also hos god was Obad-Hai who, quite frankly, wouldn't have cared as long as he wasn't screwing with the laws of nature. So he just continued to be a doom slayer like maniac that went around beating people up with their buddies limbs, or their buddies.
Lawful Good doesn't mean Lawful Nice.
One of my favorite paladins I played while introducing 3 people to D&D with a true campaign world. They believed all the tropes...and were absolutely floored and shocked when my paladin put an entire town to the torch killing every man woman and child within the town. The townsfolk were mostly Good aligned people. However they openly did a few things my paladin found heretical so he purged the heretics.
They were all wondering how that is possible for a paladin to be Lawful Good and do such a thing. I smiled back and stated that alignment is based upon the character's view of the world and what he did was completely in line with the teachings of his church and such would be expected when needed. Paladins can torture, kill, maim, anything so long as it doesn't go against their oath or their god (depending on which paladin version you run). Often paladins have to do very questionable things because of their oath conflicting with what would arguably be the more 'good' option.
@@Nempo13 I can see where you’re coming from. 3.5 had a slightly stricter definition of good then personal viewpoint, but especially in 5th it’s incredibly open ended.
Oh I got one for this... Homebrew campaign btw
Players were trying to find a bandit lord in the slums of the biggest city on the continent. Which was ruled by a golden dragon. Who's "Hoard" was his people. (Who also happened to be one of the only remaining gods, and the one the cleric prayed to, but she didn't exactly know that.)
It's worth noting that, the city they're in has races from around the world, all alignments, acting civilly, openly. Including things like Mindflayers, Druegar, and what have you. Having things like bakeries. So this is the kind of place that you think "Yes, I should not do something I would want to get caught doing."
After a magical house of horrors, which they thought was this guys hideout, that he wasn't in. They decided to burn it down. while standing right in front of it in the street. Which I reminded them "Hey, your in the slums, everything is close together, and made of cloth, or wood. Are you sure you want to start a fire here?" They said yes, and threw anything they could that would start a fire. Well... they burned it down. Golden Dragon was not happy losing part of his hoard.
The next day, there was a city wide (About 3-mile) circle of truth, while the guards were knocking on the doors of their tavern, and things just went on from there.
3:45 "She was turned good and immediately regretted every single action she had made in her lifetime." Umm, isn't this just the backstory of Angel from Buffy (and later his own spinoff series)
Bone tomahawk is one of the only movie to make me turn my head. That was HARDCORE
Evil characters in RIFTS Space shenanigans
Faustian Psionic- telekinetically three people at Earth to give the orbital defense lasers a workout. (For those that don’t know, anything trying to land on Rifts Earth or leave Rifts Earth gets blasted by AI controlled guns made to take out ships.)
The rest of the party- Ran over one sap with a truck, ionized another to death cause he had no armor, crucified the third, strung up the fourth, and blood eagled the fifth idiot that kidnapped the small child that has effectively become our setting’s Helen of Troy- had we failed to retrieve her, there would have been an intergalactic incident.
I'm part of a homebrew sci-fi campaign.
We have a mutant that's twice the size of a normal man, and also incredibly stupid. He eats everything in sight, including people, on a whim.
We can't stop him because he'll easily overpower us, all we can do is watch.
It's a miracle he hasn't eaten one of us yet.
I also watched a party member accidentally crush himself with the servos of his armor. His feet were in front of his head, bent entirely backwards as the armor crumpled and destroyed itself.
This universe is pretty dark.
Here a small list of some less than stellar moments in a few parties I was in: Digested the Baba Yaga as a giant toad, found out the magic bread that gave us temporary hit points was made from human bone powder but still used it later, collected goblin arms, melted a man’s face off using acid dragons breath for revenge, lit a cultists junk on fire, assassinated a mayor leaving a city to a worse person by accident which resulted in a civil war that was ended by zombies infecting 90% of the town, turning half a city into uncooked bread, and failing to assassinate a “potentially corrupted” king which lead to one of us not only pinning the blame on a npc we didn’t like but pouring gas on the fire by getting that man convicted as a cultist wizard who now resides in a maximum security anti magic prison within earlier stated half bread city.
I became the Necronomicon Ex Mortis and went evil dead on an army then the country side. Another time was a paladin to Narlethlotep, proceed to covert all the home less on each island cities in a One Piece campaign souls to the other gods in rapid succession channel through the high priest (me). Led to me becoming a nephelem avatar of holy/unholy destruction. Also could turn into the equivalent of Surtur (king of the fire giants) due to the magma fruit.
During a freeway car chase in d20 Modern, I created a Wall of Force to stop the cars chasing us. It worked, but we never did anything to get rid of the spell since we were on the run already.
I DM’d a game for my family, siblings and their SOs basically, and they had to investigate some missing children in a small village. They had a theory that wolves must have been taking them. So their first thought was to find a child and cut their legs off so when a wolf dragged the child off, they could follow the blood trail to their den. I’ve never run a game for them since.
My druid recently bought some tiedling weed. An ounce. Up to half of it is going to be put in a censér at the local temple in the next session during a congregation. That's a lot of saving throws for the DM. And party.
i doubt this was the moat f-d up thing the party i joined near the end of their canpaign has done and it wasnt really their fault but basically the whole story of my character ended up being kinda messed up.. they found my fairy on a farm and basically kidnapped him (it was more of a "come with us or you'll die from those creatures" kinda thing but since the creatures were there looking for one of their npc allies it was kinda their fault). after the series of events went from me watching one of them die to getting swallowed by a flying barracuda-shark thing, getting basically smashed and almoat killed by an 100ft megapede, one of them shot me in the back (they got mind controlled), i was thrown into a beam of light that was created by a star, and then ended up basically snapping and throwing the bbeg and his sister (a prince who was always the bbeg and the princess who we supported in a coup just for her to betray us) into the same beam of light which, due to the magic rings they wore, caused the star to explode (luck it wasnt *our* star)... tldr thanks to the party kidnapping me i ended up destroying a solar system...
The party had captured an enemy lieutenant, and in order to "extract information" from him, they filled his butt with sand. After they got the Info they wanted, the group tossed him into a nearby river, still tied up, with a funnel hanging out of his butt.
Not something we ended up doing, perhaps, but we failed to do it rather than decided not to, so I guess it counts...
Also, there is more to it than just a "bunch of murder hobos", but it involves some pretty disturbing irl stuff outside of our control which I don't want to get into.
So, we were confronted by werewolf bandits, and we decided to fight. We could just knock them out and then talk, which I assumed we would do, but everyone else just decided to finish them off. OK, kinda made sense, they attacked us first (well, kinda). But we still had to sort out the situation with the tribe itself, which (by the dice will) turned out to be a whole bunch of women and children for the most part. Of course, killing them all was accepted as a viable and the most realistic solution.
We still tried to talk it down, which probably wasn't even possible to do at that point (and we fumbled every single role anyway), and then they just escaped.
Achievement "having something to mention when it comes to the 'is there anything you would rather avoid in games' question" unlocked.
My friend played a Half dragonborn half human while my cousin ran as DM. The half dragonborn proceeds to not only nat 20 +4 persuasion but gets engaged to the princess and married the next day. Our friend remembered he was half dragonborn and had it to where his emotions flared after kissing the bride, his character transformed and ripped ALL his clothes in front of the entire wedding venue. Needless to say after a heartfelt kiss there was a laughing fit from the wedding guests, our paladin throwing up, a very embarrassed dragonborn, a very happy bride (if you know what I mean) and my cousin rolled for the king's reaction. All the king could was that it was bigger than his 😂
My players took an extremely cursed glaive to Asgard. The curse was such that anywhere it went, it would open portals into the abyss. By doing this, a few of the gods were killed by demon gods, and the entire population of Asgard was slain.
Well, given I’m going to play a 40K game (The rules are a mix of Dark Crusade for the character sheet, Only War, and Dark Hearsay), I’ll probably have *plenty* of stories to tell here!
7:47 the 17 people that was the DM fault they should have. Waiting for him to come back. They can't blame him for that one.
Session two of playing with my brother as a DM. he's a pretty good DM, but prone somewhat to not understanding the player's POV.
For example: session two, it was established that something wonky was happening in the nearby forest. Goblins had attacked a nearby town and there were some freaky undead things that were up to some mischief. It's probably about day two of tracking said freaky undead thing's tracks, and we come across a rabbit. The rabbit is about 100 feet to our left and fast approaching. It is just booking it to our location.
The immediate vibe is 'what the hell is wrong with this thing?' so we kill it. I blasted that sucker with a firebolt.
Turns out, it was going to be the party pet. We had a good laugh about that, but that is so far the only thing we have on this list.
Oh, there was that one time where i cast sleep on a bunch of goblins, we had them tied up to question later, and the resident psychopath decided he wanted to kill them anyways. I'm not even mad that they were killed, I'm mad that we spent the rounds tying them up lmao
We interrogated a kobold until he was a limbless scaleless mess. When he refused to say anything other than "I'll gladly die before telling you anything" we chose to let him live, stringing him up like a chandelier and fully healing him.
"Paladins don't randomly kill things" that really depends on the path lol
Honestly, the most f*cked up thing I've ever seen done is my DM dropping THE F*CKING TARRASQUE AND A KRAKEN ON A LEVEL 3 FIGHTER
His character was in the game too, a rogue named drake. We both somehow survived.
My rogue/druid "The Mole" turned into a Black Widow and attacked a poor bet taker at an underground fighting tournament. Stole his sandwich, but left him with his bottle of cola in case he lived. Then I stole his identity to work the venue in secret.
The IN UNIVERSE and out of universe name of the party my group is playing right now is "Two dozen and counting" A bit of a funny name, what are we counting? Quests? People saved? Close brushes with death? Nah, it's dead kids.
We got put into a FMA:EP4 type situation, but with puppeted bodies as well, there was one that broke free and was just turned into a dhampyr instead of horrific abomination literally begging for death, she was adopted by the party.
Anyways when asked about the name in character we give frivolous responses like "The number of teeth we've lost" "The number of teeth we've Stolen" etc, though sometimes we mix the truth in there, too. It's great fun.
We're a good aligned group, too, like, brokering peace and helping people, doing investigative work and such, which makes it even funnier that we've named ourselves after killing a bunch of (horrifically mutated, suffering and puppeted) kids.
A party I was in did something that horrified me and my character: after rescuing a bunch of people taken as slaves, some accused one of the men of SAing a bunch of the women (he was possessed/mind controlled, and didn't remember anything) the ("good") cleric type led the rest in castrating him.
GM reveals he was a lesser noble and we could have received a nice reward for returning him to his family.
I still want to cry over the stupidity of "But I'm a holy man"
A campaign im in I play a paladin of order and he came across a couple of goblins trying to break into a carriage of some kind. My Paladin didn’t kill them, he let them off and scared those goblins plus their other friends after rolling high on intimidation. The brutal part happened after he found out they actually killed a child and a their parents, who were able to lock themselves in before bleeding out. My paladin demanded the leader of the band to show himself, promptly locked the goblin leader inside with the bodies and lit the carriage on fire and walked off as the goblin burned alive.
My cousin had a 9 foot tall pink bunny barbarian that was in a Christmas one shot so what did he do well what he did was instead of just asking nicely for the friendly goblin we found to just tell us where the traps were he decided to tell the goblin that if he didn’t show us the traps that he would eat it’s fingers.
Widogast family BBQ or Laudna's family hangout. Take yer pick
3:04 to put it simply, because if he didn't the demon might reconstitute in hell and be a threat in the future.
playing a disney based starfinder campaign and just saved atlantica from ursala so we had her in her giant for with our new star ship well f'ed up part is right before we killed her our shirren decided she wanted to take one of our ships drop pods and hot drop INTO URSALAS SKULL yes her skull and shred her brains from the inside then she planted an extenable flag with her gods symbol on it in her skull before leaving
Playing a Kobold Forge Cleric (Chaotic Good) We grabbed a Priest of some sort of the earth cult and I forged a complex torture mechanism which was like a brazen bull but instead of fire we headed to a lake, got my friend to fly it up and then dropped it deep into the lake and since we gave him some food and a few air bubble scrolls he’s probably still in there fending off starvation and suffocation
Ok, our party has come into possession of several vials of "poison" that when drank makes you fall asleep for a day or 2 and forget everything that happened for for several hours up to a day before it had been drank. We also found amulets that let us use the teleportation arches that are scattered throughout the world. We had been helping an NPC find a book in a crypt. Once we had, she led us to the portals and said she wanted to go back to the academy to study the book. So we went with her. Upon stepping out of the portals on the other side, we were ambushed by a group of people saying they were there to claim the bounty on the NPC's head for necromancy. We defended the NPC, having to dump healing potion into her twice during the fight. We knocked all those from the ambushing party out, only outright killing 1 of them. Then we woke the one who seemed to be the leader up and interrogated him for a bit. After we learned all that we could, we had him drink one of the vials of poison telling him it was a healing potion. Then forced the unconscious ones to also drink one. Then we stripped them naked, tied them to a tree and tossed their clothes and items through the portal arch.... once we left they would have no way to get anything back... So now there are 5 people with no memory of why they are in the forest by the portals tied to a tree without clothes. (I'm the only evil character in the party, but I am slowly rubbing off on the others.... they don't know I'm evil)
In a literal goblin campaign we were interrogating a couple of grungs, one red and one yellow. I was a kobold bard and hadn’t yet learned comprehend languages so I started talking to the yellow grung about who I was and blah blah blah, he didn’t like being held prisoner very much and interrupted me several times with insults in a different language. At some point my character gets upset and says “one more word out of your mouth and I’ll cut your tongue” (mind you, he didn’t understand me so he kept yelling and my character did what he said he would. One of the other players decided he wanted to see how it tasted so he at it in front of them. The red one immediately threw up and it got on my character. We left them there, tied up to a tree to die.
party was told a major member of the BBEG's faction had a German accent (this was a modified Fallout DnD 5e), we were also told they might be working at a hidden facility under the casino. we found a guy with a German accent in the basement by a fake wall which lead to the facility, one shot first ask questions later mini encounter later and the man was horribly injured and fled to the safety of a wall locker, which we locked. later the entire building had collapsed because the facility's AI did like the fact we just got one over on them by getting them to willing give us important files after conceiving it we worked their and had level 1 security clearance (helps to have a cyborg pc with high intelligence + hacking ability), probably needless to say but the AI had initiated self destruct of the facility which also caused the casino to collapse (as it's foundation was built on top of the facility. we later learned the guy in the locker had lived, and he was actually a double agent working for the allied faction to the faction we supported. we also learned his boyfriend owned the casino and was also in the post war equivalent of the mafia. we ended up having to do some serious damage control, although the casino owner was later killed by a allied NPC for being sexist against them and my PC (both of which are female characters and they were being a bit handsy if you catch my drift)
in the end nothing that would actually impede the party became of it (guy got offed before he could tell anyone else) but i still can't help but feel bad for that poor German guy (we later made amends but they don't know we were involved in boyfriends death)
This will probably be buried but here goes:
My party was in a campaign I made based on a revolution. The party was tasked to kidnap the princess of the kingdom so the rebels would have some form of leverage, but some NPCs that they spoke to did add in that the princess is not as evil as they think. They eventually managed to track down the carriage that the princess was in and fight off her guards. They open the carriage to see a scared young lady, which I described to be maybe 17. One specific player proceeded to use some pieces of different kits they had on hand (can’t exactly remember which one) and tortured the princess until I described her as “unable to cry anymore because her body is entering shock”, and only after sending a guard at them who was there to check on the delay did they stop. Not one other player participated in the torture nor did they stop it.
Me newest group had gotten a hold of a bottle of gasoline grade booze, drew a circle around an underground goblin village. You know, the kind consisting of houses made of linen, sticks, sap and other apparently very flamable types of wood. And yeah, we lit the place up and escaped (barely).
For conrext, this was my second session with a new group and a completely new character, and I was trying something new. A peaceful monk. "I try to get out, but they keep pulling me back in"
I played a Tortle. Tortles cannot wear normal armor so my party tied me up and held me down convincing the local blacksmith to nail steel plates into my shell to give me a +2 AC bonus. Half my party and I thought it was awesome but some of my party members were very uncomfortable saying it was animal cruelty one even used an item to go to hell instead of being a part of it. My party gave me a sleeping potion to keep me out during the procedure but it stopped working the first time I took damage which happened with the first of many nails being driven into my bones.
Also we skinned a chain demon's tattooed chains off of his corps after we brutally murdered it for eating cats. (The tabaxi and I are crazy cat ppl)
1:32 i listened to this one twice and missed the "cruel" part, other than just standard murderhoboness
The answer is to QUIT D&D!
Hey, DM here! My party (who are supposed to be good) ended up making a deal with Kelemvor to bring some dragons that the party was protecting back to life.
Eventually, after some quite honestly bullshit Luck, Kelemvor agrees on two conditions.
The bodies are healed so they do not die again, a diamond is shattered in the temple of Kelemvore (they weren’t too far from Waterdeep) and an equal amount of weight in souls is payed.
Now, considering they were gearing up to fight the BBEG (also the guy who had the dragons killed) and had to essentially assault a castle with a small army, I thought they would just use the souls from that battle. But turns out they REALLY wanted dragons for that fight.
So instead, they returned to a prison they found earlier in the game which held a lot of people who did not deserve to be there (think political prisoners, tieflings, drow, and a lot of people who hadn’t really done anything specific wrong but just didn’t fit into the society that the BBEG wanted.)
Upon arrival, they payed all the guards to stay away from the prison for three nights and went in.
They slaughtered everyone.
None were left spared.
They decided that the dragons were so needed to this upcoming fight they the paladin broke his oath to Tyr, the cleric broke down. Weeping as Tamara silenced herself to him, the Warlock, who was used to turning his victims into monstrous chimeras or spreading plagues (they were looking for a way out of their pact) couldn’t even stomach it anymore when the paladin, with a tear stained face, slit the throat of a mother in front of her child.
As the paladin started stepping towards the child, just to stop it I had time freeze for all but him. And out from behind a pillar walked out Tyr.
After a long conversation about what the greater good means, the paladin broke down weeping.
The slaughter eventually stopped. They all then left to go to their dragons.
I never let them escape what they did that day. That party will always be known as “those who slaughtered” no matter their intentions or outcomes.
They were no longer allowed in cities, they were wanted by most holds, they couldn’t even get food from taverns.
The campaign ended shortly after as once they killed the BBEG, the Paladin, who was never able to restore his oath, accepted his punishment as he was executed, the party kinda just split apart after.
Easily the most emotional I’ve seen my players.
So I wasn't there for it, but I watched the video of the incident. In short, one of our party members found a rather insideous way of offing the main bad guy for the current arc of the story. Our party had been scattered by trying to stand up to the local Archduke, some were hiding out in the nearby woods, my bard had been captured after trying to bait the Archduke to do come after him so he could try and find some missing people, and a couple more were staying in the town to gather information. The main character of this story, a "half-orc" (that's a different story) fighter/paladin named Wrug was one of those staying in the town and was trying to play himself off as an ally of the Archdukke. After the other member of the party who had stayed behind had detonated a massive bomb in the Archduke's manor (like, leveled a third of the building) to cover his escape after sneaking in to gather intel on what he was up to, Wrug offered to let the Archduke stay in his residence. Well, the Archduke went a bit far and just moved right in, taking the place over. Wrug was not happy about this, however with the party scattered a traditional assault wouldn't be feasible. Wrug was also not typically the stealthy type, but he, in fact, figured out a plan that would make even my rougish bard blush. So, Wrug broke into his own house while the Archduke was sleeping and got to his bedside. Now, stabbing this guy while he slept would be an easy thing to do, but would also make noise and alert the nearby soldiers, so Wrug needed a method that would ensure that the soldiers would not be alerted. The solution, his vial of Sovereign Glue. That's right, he dumped a whole vial of glue down the sleeping Archduke's throat and then basically held him down until the glue set and sealed his airway shut. The DM, of course, was totally surprised by this and did his best to keep it together and figure out exactly how adjudicate the situation. The Archduke, who unknown to us was skilled in necromancy, managed to get a few spells off and knock Wrug unconcious just before he lost conciousness himself. The cliffhanger end to the session was Wrug waking up in the local infirmary with the town guard's detective looking down at him saying "tell us about the attacker".
I tried to eat a live baby once, the stupid paladin stopped me.
Long ago, I played an evil Half-Orc Warlock, Pact of the Fiend. His name was Ajax the Broken. Ajax murdered a woman in cold blood right in front of her child and cut the hair off the woman's corpse for a ritual to appease his Devil master. Before Ajax left, he dropped the knife he used to kill the woman in front of her child and told them to seek vengeance when they're older.
So, I'm actually still in my first campaign. Going great. We've had ups and downs. As for the worst thing we've done? Well my character decided to bring his friends with him while he got some vital objects from his home city. One of my friends didn't like the city, got into some trouble, aaaaand... He ended up summoning the BBEG there, got flicked into another continent, ended up coming back to clear out the BBEG and his minions by nuking the entire place, and not even getting the BBEG. At least I won't have to pay rent anymore...
Killed the bbeg by polymorphing his #2 into a snail, the barbarian grappling the bbeg and the rogue inserting the snail into the bbeg rectum. Go a few rounds and snail reaches 0hp due to suffocating and becomes human again inside human bbeg rectum. #2 standing there horrified covered in his boss's guts as rogue says "where should we put him next". Needless to say small creatures are no longer chosen for polymorphing options around the chaotic evil fallen asimar rogue and the neutral evil bugbear barbarian. to be fair we are doing an evil character party for the candle keep Chronicles, but we mostly just steal stuff or side with the unexpected outside the keep as our "evil"
My Aretficer once hung a Bad guy upsinde down for a day to get information (I like the Snare Spell)
Our party killed a child dictator then revived him only to kill him again like 2 sessions afterwards. In my characters defense, the kid almost killed her brother and was a super power in the war that was going on.
We were starting an adventure on the tabern I was a Ranger Human that hate people that believe that are better because of blood lines and the DM gave us to start on a city that was divided on plesants and nobles so after going around I found a gunpowder shop so proceed to throw a torch and see fireworks on noble area killing a good of people meanwhile my party was robbing a Jewry store and start a fight between plesants that wanted to be treated equally we ran away with a city in fire, protests, dead body’s, and our bags full of money (I am pretty sure the DM is going to make us regret our decisions on nexts sessions)
Not d&d but in pathfinder our party has caused a lot of f'ed up things. Like dooming a salt dessert city to be crushed by several thousand tons of water, bringing back an evil powerful kitsune spirit, and creating the abomination that is dogdog (not as cute as it sounds). Probably the most f'ed up thing is the story of Crunch. It starts at the beginning of the game, my character was a poppet detective investigating a potential lead on the murder case I was working on. After meeting most of the rest of the party we had to go to the prison to find the last member who was the prime witness for the lead I was following. The party went undercover as prisoners to investigate the case. While I was gathering info and our gunslinger was making allies in the prison, our alchemist started a drug ring making a low tier drug called I think grulna. One of the prisoners he sold to was a lizard folk named Crunch. Unfortunately for Crunch he had a low will save already and crit failed his check to avoid addiction so he became super addicted. We eventually ended up escaping the prison and on our way out we saw Crunch digging through supplies like a feral animal trying to find the stuff to make more Grulna. We saw him one more time acting like a feral animal as a potential fight we talked our way out of, but where it really picks up is in the next city we went to they were having a festival and part of that festival was a pie eating competition. The whole party entered and we were surprised when the mayor's champion was Crunch. He was able to keep up with the party in the competition but also showed off a scary new ability. He spit on one of the other contestant's pies and that contestant became mind controlled by him after eating the pie. His saliva had some intense Grulna-like effects that let him take over people's minds and turn them into his thralls. We later learned that he had taken over the mayor's mind and had plans to take over the city. We don't see Crunch for a good while after this and actually switch up the party quite a bit. So now none of the current party members know about what happened to Crunch, just that he was this one other NPC's brother. That NPC (the Brockinator) was currently being married off to the Azarketi princess because she had a thing for lizard folk. We had a plan to pull a switcheroo and have Crunch take the Brockinator's place because our characters were vaguely told what he was up to but not the full extent of his capabilities. We go back to the city where we left him which was now called Crunchy Town. We convinced him to do the switcheroo plan and sneak him into where the Brockinator was and convinced the people guarding him to allow the switch. After the wedding, Crunch successfully took over the Azarketi empire.
TLDR the party helped a drug fueled mind controlling lizard folk take over an empire, accidentally creating one of the most powerful villains in the campaign
Played with a guy who played as a Sorcerer who specialized in various Force Walls. He ended up using it later down the line to force squeeze the balls of NPCs we were interrogating.
Another time, in the same campaign, we had a Vampire(?) Mesmer end up committing genocide on a colony of Dwarves. Needless to say, my character (Tiefling Druid) wasn't all to happy about the genocide.
Lol. I read "fed up, instead of f'ed up" and I kinda want that video.
Our party was ferrying cargo from the mainland to a large island during the BBEG invasion. During this we had taken jobs as deck mates. A small ship had rolled up on us using darkness. The vessel had been taken over by a pirate captain. He told us either we release the freight to him and his crew or he’d kill his captives (1 woman & 3 children) Our fighter’s god gave him the ability to detect lies. He also had to do his best to protect children. The captain of our ship denied the request & the pirate instantly beheaded the mother & 2 of his crew killed the children. We were able to kill the 3 crew but the captain escaped into the water. Saving the one girl in the process. Later that night we spotted the pirate vessel & the 4 of us snuck on board. We entered from a hatch on the bottom of the ship. The first room we came upon, was the garbage disposal. Two pirates were grinding up trash before shooting it out into the sea. (Dick move by them) I (A blood Hunter) shot and killed one of the pirates. While our fighter sprinted up to the other pirate and grappled him. Our fighter, bard, and I shoved the Alive pirate into the grinder and made mince meat of him. The wizard disapproved of our action & did NOT help. But he was a god that lost his powers due to negligence. So we didn’t much care.
In session 2, they were supposed to use stealth or reason with an old- I’ll be it slightly insane- man that held the map of the land they would use to navigate the endless seas of sand. All 12 of them army crawled through his withering field of wheat except for one who failed a stealth check. Immediately, all of them jumped out of the hay and didn’t even try to reason with them, beating him down and leaving him prone on one hit point outside as they raided his house and left him there to die. They went back out and passed the old man without even looking at him and that was the last we ever heard of him.
My party has since then been taunted by me for such heinous crimes.
I mocked the death of children our paladin failed to save. We we're finishing off some hags that had made their home in a mill. My character, a tiefling bard, and the group leader and elf bladesinger were both evil and only interested in seeing if The hags had anything that would help further our goals. The other members of the group were a human fighter mercenary and an orc paladin who was to keep an eye on us ne'er do wells. During the fight due to a area of darkness the blade singer's flaming orb ended up too close to the mill and set it on fire. The paladin charged in and up the stairs to try and find the children we had heard screaming for help earlier while my fire resistant but just walked around the bottom floor seeing what magical goodies I might be able to abscond with. Unfortunately for the paladin one of The hags stayed behind long enough to stun him so he was still inside the building when it collapsed. He survived and we managed to pull him out of the rubble but the children had not. As we looked at the collapsed building and knew there was nothing else we could do for the children the paladin asked if my bard, who was the most eloquent of the group would say a few words. I used the fact that I knew the paladin could not speak Sylvan while I and the elf could to mock both his efforts and the children's death. Their eulogy was simply. "You were not strong enough to survive. You were not valuable enough to save. And you're not important enough to remember. Better luck in your next life.". The blade singer said "Here here." In common and the Paladin thanked my tiefling for his words. I was trying to embody what a fellow player had said about evil not needing to be destructive or reveling in the downfall of others. That sometimes the worst thing you can be is callous and uncaring.
We went to the thieves guild and paid them for a service.
They did not deliver. They had no intention of delivering. They simply took our gold and told us to screw off.
We didn't leave a single one of them alive. Came across the assassins guild along the way, but they weren't involved so we left them alone.
All over 5 gold. It wasn't about the gold, we wanted to send a message.
Evil christmas one-shot. I decided to play as Krampus (satyr monk) our goal was to kill santa while destroying his workshop. Well we ended up coming across the reindeer stables, and not wanting to have to deal with fighting more reindeer, I threw one of the molotovs I had constructed earlier into the stable and blockaded the door. The only reason they lived was because we needed to break open a window to grab a small golden statue inside with mage hand. At which point they just flew away.
I cast Delayed Fireball on a Group of Children and sent them to go talk to the Guards and basically disabled the entirw Guard caused a Shitton of Chaos and then i went in and helped making me their Hero
Dismembered some poor kobolds slaves thst were killed in an earlier fight and fed them to the lions...
I suggested it as a joke, but dm said to roll and party ended up doing it. My kobold sorcerer stood aside feeling really uneasy
i play as a artificer/necromancer multiclass. and tend to adopt children for one single reason alone, promising they become adventurers themself but honestly just using them as a kind of mine canary to search for traps and monsters. even when i can do it 3-4 times per child because necromancy. but later on when i began to disguise undead as beggers and outfittet them with explosives they realy got pissed
4:28 that story was just so, so, SO VERY WRONG! I love it and may have to steal it
bear totem barbarian, climbed a tower to a fortress outpost some orcs had taken over. the party had been tasked with clearing them out. once in the tower keep, i saw some sick orcs, then started yeeting them out the window. well, i failed a perception check... one of the orcs was female... and gravid. out the window, 6 story drop. only found out later. my low INT barbarian didnt pick up on the hints the party was giving about the orc....
our Paladin is a warforged so when we went to an outlaw city full of thieves and muggers
they thought they could jump him and sell his parts for gold
well they changed their tunes when the paladin slammed his sword into the pavment tip first, leaving it standing up right
beat a man to near death by hand, then grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him through his stuck sword, spliting the bandit in two from groin to head and threw both halves over the remaining thieves, staining the walls and ground with gore and blood
yeeaaahhh, save for my druid the rest of the party chased after the runners and tore them apart as well, monk melted someones throat with acid fists and melted their head off as it fell into a horse watering trough
barbarian chased a bandit that tried hiding in a flower shop and proceded to slice the coward to ribbons painting interior completely red
Warlock kept shooting another thief in every body part that left them incapacitated but not dead, over and over till finally shooting him in the throat
all my druid did was fight the one guy that was actually attacking me directly
after that my druid was left to watch helplessly as his party commited crimes against humanity
My priestess of the God of Light and Justice once flooded an entire parrallel universe with demons because that universe belonged to a god considered to be evil by her church and the party was trapped in it. Our black mage was the most shocked of all when the Priestess of a God who also hates magic asked him to summon a transportation demon to get them all home and also wipe the entire population of that world so that the god owning it would be deprived of the souls and worship of the followers therein.
Not sure if it's the most messed up thing I've done in game, but it's definitely the most recent example. My group is running a D&D 5e module that takes place in Water Deep. Not sure of the exact one, but that's not really relevant. On paper my character is a Simic Hybrid Circle of Spores Druid with the appendage mutation. In role play however my character is a homunculus created with a mix of magic and alchemy by a mad mage who's a major figure in one of the source books. Because of this, he's ignorant to many social and moral concepts and developed a "keep what you kill" mentality. So naturally he regularly cooks and eats the flesh of sentient races. He's taken up making jerky and pickling meats. At so point early on while fighting some Kenku i made a joke out of character about "Kentucky fried Kenku" leading to my character sticking all the Kenku bodies in a barrel and rolling them to a hiding place for later consumption. my character eating people has basically become his running gag. At some point in the campaign, we were given the deed to a bar/inn and started designating jobs. my character was naturally designated cook and i even made a joke about "exotic meats" being on a "secret menu" in character. My favorite interaction from this campaign was from when we fought the Kenku early on. We left on for questioning where my character and a Yuan Ti played by another player did a "hungry cop, hungrier cop" interrogation where the Yuan Ti threatened to eat them alive. when the Kenku asked if i too wanted to eat him alive the response was: "Creator no, I'm not some sort of savage, I prefer my meals cooked. I'm not some barbarian."
It's what the DM did than what the party did. - TW/CW: Talking about SA charges, no doings, just talking about the charges of NPCs WELL below a legal age in a game that wasn't supposed to have ANYTHING even SLIGHTLY like that. Talking about death of a character. Complete shitstain of a DM. / You have been warned.
Mine was SOMEHOW getting the blame for doing... EXTREMELY bad things... to in-game NPCs of... well below certain ages. Now keep in mind we were not only on the first session, we were all Level Ones. I was playing a human rogue who found out that people tended to forget he was there and didn't notice him unless they were related to him, actively looking at him and/or talking to him or in his company after noticing and talking to him but stopped after a certain amount of time had passed and/or were friends with or in a party with him. Not a "forgetting field" but more like he was so unnoticeable and forgettable that he decided to use it to his advantage. I got into town that we, the party (me: human rogue, a dragonborn cleric a drow cleric, a dwarven barbarian and a human/elf bard), had never been to because this was session one. Yes, we did do a session zero. No, my character wasn't min-maxed. Normal stars that we rolled for on session one. My highest stats were Stealth at 17 and Charisma at 16. I was arrested at gunpoint in a medieval town (there weren't supposed to be any guns according to the DM's session zero explanation of the world.) I was dragged into the town prison, told I was charged beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was caught doing EXTREMELY bad things to NPCs of well below a certain age and placed into the worst cell with the best protection and was surrounded by a 24/7 guard order. The DM told me it was a case of mistaken identity and that the party had to find things to prove my innocence and find the true guilty party. They did their best but after they'd found it, the Captain of the Guard (DM) refused to believe them and I was sentenced to be hung until dead. I was being led up the steps of the gallows and told I could roll a D20 and a D6 to see if I could convince the hangman and the crowd of my innocence. NAT FREAKING 20 and a 4 on the D6. I just got a "Pfft. Looks like you needed a 25 to do it." He rolled no dice, just a "Yeah, go fuck yourself. You lose anyway." My party came in with the true culprit that they'd found, a homebrew race of the DM's making, a minotaur/orc hybrid that he called Minotorcs. The minotorc confessed to what I was told my charges were. The DM rolled to see if anyone believed the minotorc. He got a Nat 20. The Captain of the Guard came out saying "I'm shocked! I'm horrified! I'm outraged! Make sure that you don't get caught doing it again! HANG THE ROGUE!!!" The barbarian threw his axe at the rope as I fell. He rolled a 17 to-hit. It hit but dropped and cut my head off and the DM congratulated a "WTF?!"ing barbarian for killing a useless PC. I asked the DM "What the hell was that?!" He responded "Oh, the ropes in my world have a AC of a 100. Unless you hit a 100 on a D100 (which none of us but the DM had and he wasn't sharing), you don't break it! And it's your fault for making such a pansy ass shit character! You're a guy! You should have made something cooler and edgier!" We all got up, told him that we were quitting because the others must have seen and thought (I'm hoping that what i type next was at least somewhere in the vicinity their thoughts, at least) "If he'd do something so disgusting to one of our party that we agreed wouldn't be anywhere even NEAR the game on, then what other vile and disgusting things would be do to us down the road?") and nicely, in our own ways, told him we wanted nothing to do with him ever again and if we somehow found ourselves playing in a game with him as a player, he had only ONE chance. If anything like what happened here happened there, we'd tell the DM what happened here and now or we'd just leave because nothing is worth ever being near him for a D&D game. Then we all gathered our stuff and left. He started screaming at us as we walked away that if he ever saw us in a D&D game that he'd tell the DM what "REALLY" happened and that he'd go to every DM, GM , store, etc. that was running anything TTRPG-related about us and what "REALLY" happened and nobody in the world would even let us get near dice to even play Monopoly!" but he said it with a LOT more swears, racial and LGBT+ slurs. I haven't seen him in over 17 years now and I'm glad of it. Last I heard about him was conflicting stories. In one, he was in jail for allegedly doing the same thing to real people that he set my rogue to take the fall for (pun intended). Another said that he moved and fell off the map as one of those conspiracy nuts who hoard everything they think useful in the "coming apocalypse" caused by anything. Another said she saw him going into politics. Ah well. Rest in peace, Rogue Talouk Avarsmith. You were just getting started and an asshole with a God-complex took you out. Thank you for taking the time to read this if you chose to.
Bugbear/caveman chef + party member who needs their kidney removed = We ate our party member's kidney and offered him some when he woke up. Trust me, it's much funnier in context. The party member in question had a death wish and this humiliation should, keyword SHOULD, have helped him with a desire to live. He later died when he refused to rest before the boss...but yeah kinda fucked up now that I think about it.
Potential spoilers for CoS:
This was before I joined the campaign (I play as an awakened Ireena, who has no memory of her life before being adopted into a noble house). So, there was a guy who was obsessed with Ireena (note the use of past tense). He had weird dolls of her, and was dead set on finding her. Well, rather than trying to find out *why* he was so obsessed with her, the Ireena Protection Squad decided that he was a threat that must be eliminated. Thing is, they didn't even give him a fighting chance. Upon confronting him, the warlock cast levitate. He had no range attacks, so he couldn't really do anything from 20 feet in the air. Party commences unaliving him. To add insult to injury, same warlock casts another spell (basically reflavored Arms of Hadar) to consume his corpse (and those of the guards who tried to stop the fight) in order to get rid of the evidence.
They never told Ireena about the man, or his strange obsession with her. Turns out, he was her brother, who's been looking for her for years since she wandered into the mist.
We wanted to get rid of one NPC and infected him with a Slaad virus. Point was that we dont want any traces of us being involved, thats why we chose a lengthy path and not just stabbed the NPC. It was an evil thing to do, but it backfired horribly when new player joined our party and started romancing that NPC who wasnt feeling too good already. We didnt know how far it will go and didnt tell the player about slaad inside his new love
Now imagine we all are in a tavern after a day of adventuring and then that player PC runs in with that NPC and they go upstairs giggling. Than there is a scream and ceiling falls as a red Slaad emerges from bloody mess that was our target. And there is our horny sorcerer taking an oath of celibacy
i was the dm and a child was thanking the players for saving the town and one of my party member i think he was a archer dwarf i dont know why but he shot the child in the head with a crossbow it was a nat20
So my paladin might have done a racism.
Our barbarian spotted a group of goblins, and I immediately fired my crossbow at their lookout, who was sleeping. He survived and called out to his five friends, most of whom started to scramble.
I thought it was weird that they weren't fighting us, and even considered trying to talk to one of them, but my dumb lizard brain (I'm a dragonborn with 8 intelligence) just kinda turned off and it was far too late once my hammer smacked one of their heads clean off.
Needless to say, it turned out they were innocent miners. When I was looting the bodies I even found letters from their families.
In my defense, I'd travelled to this homebrew setting from Faerun, where goblins are typically considered to all be evil. The Oathbreaker Knight let me off with a warning.
My friend who is playing a plasmid rogue, disguised himself with full plate, mail armor from a enemies army walked in ditch, the armor snuck around their camp and found a stall full of horses and he had a grenade he threw into the middle of the tent, ran away as you can hear the horses screaming in pain burning alive in there stalls. Safe to say that we won that battle.
I was running death house and instead of helping the children he shattered their legs and threw them through a window into the house he thought these were real children he had no suspicions that they were evil apparitions or anything he is just anti orphan
Well the bard beeep the dragon up the beep with a beep it was ribd and had a delayed blast fireball in it let your imagination feel in the rest
We all died a little inside
not exactly something my party did, i take FULL responsibility for this one, my dnd character is a cannibal and basically follows the party around for free food!
If I was actually able to play d&d I’d give you a story, but um, life.
Is that trapper from dead by daylight?
Did you get a better mic you're so much clearer?
My father's HackMaster group once captured a female assassin who tried to kill them, they took some Goblins they captured and had them run a r@pe train on her, then the Cleric (who is also the party leader) healed her and continued the train.
She ended up in a catatonic state because of it.
Okay, yeah that ones fucked up
@@veritech4884 Forgot to mention my dad was playing a Monk and used Stunning Fists to keep her immobilized while the train was going