I played a guy that "didn't wear armor" at least for the first 5 levels of the game. Also had a dex of 10. After getting rocked by a crocodile he decided to buy full plate and have it enchanted so it would appear to be normal clothes. A few games later we were on a ship that began sinking. He refused to admit he was wearing armor and ended up drowning because of it
That is the only way to play when you fail to find any traps; to say with absolute certainty "this is perfectly safe" and then hope to whoever might be up there that you're actually right
My DM gave me the ability to merge with a Ruin Stone, with the power to undo one mistake, at the cost of his existence. He would be erased from history, never to be remembered by the world. After what we thought was the final boss, we inadvertently opened a portal to a realm that had an army of Bone Devils awaiting to invade the material plane. Because our party wasn't knowledgeable about how portals work, we threw the key back into the portal in hopes of closing it. My character undid this mistake, ordering them to destroy the key as his final act of sacrifice. No one would know how he saved the world.
To give a bit more background, my character was an apprentice archeologist who underwent a 50 year mission in the underdark with his master, who tragically died early in the journey. My character emerged with all his master's notes and his own bound in thick books on his back. His dream was to get these works published so he could honor his master's legacy. When he merged with the ruin stone, he got depressed and drunk, because he knew that it would now never happen. Even when on his deathbed, he would have to use the Ruin Stone to make sure no one could posess its power. Meaning that he and his master's work will all be for nothing, and he'd wind up just another unknown corpse in the Underdark. It literally went against everything my character had ever been until that point. The weight of that responsibility crushed him harder than any of the gravity spells he weilded.
We're almost finished with Curse of Strahd, and every time Strahd has showed up to taunt us, my Paladin has Misty Stepped next to him and taken a swing. Early in the campaign, he barely acknowledged my presence. The most recent time, I actually hurt him pretty badly. Unfortunately, he decided to take two swipes in retaliation. Took me down to half health right before the Amber Temple. I think our DM just wanted to give my super-tank a reason to sweat a little
I actually finish the campaign today, and I played a Sorcerer. He was a smart idiot, aka smart but very naive. Strahd taunted my guy, and he played around with my Sorcerer. We moved stuff around so we did the Amber temple earlier, like before the dinner reservation. The temple and Strahd in it legit push my guy to his limits, enough that he stopped taking Sorcerer levels to take Paladin levels. Enough to get smite evil before the final fight. Also whenever Strahd came around after the temple, I just ignored him and embarrassed him. Felt good when I finally took away his smug grin. I didn't kill him but that dumb Sorcerer he loved to used as a puppet and try to make his appearance, did over 70% of his health to him.
My sorcerer (with a god complex, serious narcissism, and a very near-masochistic love of fire) was separated from the party and encountered a doppleganger bbeg masquerading as her. She realized that the only way to buy time for the party to arrive was to weaponize her narcissism and try to seduce herself. If the doppleganger resisted, it would be outed as the fake. When the party arrived she signalled for the party to fireball both of them as they made out on the floor because, again, if the doppleganger flinched at the idea of fire they'd be outed as the fake. She ended up finishing that encounter with only a sliver of health, then immediately taking herself out with a firebolt to the head because she figured that dying a martyr would be good for her naicent cult and no one was allowed to kill her but herself. My next character was, of course, a member of her cult who worshipped her as a goddess.
We were in curse of Strahd, and my cowardly young cleric who had really struggled getting close to people had gotten attached to another player's gruff, -seriously-has-seen-some-shit ranger. They had a sort of brotherly friendship starting. Well, while getting overwhelmed by some evil druids and mud men, the ranger was low on health and climbing up a statue to try and get a gem, and one of our foes was climbing up after him, trying to haul him down. My cleric up to this point had a spell up and was managing to hold his own against some of the druids, but seeing his friend in danger, he dropped the spell protecting him and instead attacked the foe climbing up after the ranger. He saved his friend but was then promptly hacked to pieces by the mud men. I then rolled two nat 1s on his death saving throws.
In one of my parties, we were fighting the big bad, a godly sort of being that couldn't be defeated, only delayed. We had a method of sealing him indefinitely in a crystal, but even then, there was a chance of him spending the next few thousand years forcing his way out of it. So one of our players, who had always (IC) felt not-quite-at-home in the party put himself in the crystal along with the big bad, to fight him eternally and prevent his escape. Was good shit. My character ended up growing a memorial garden to all of the group's lost companions.
Not physically damage, but more so character damaging. I had made my made my character "Juno" hate his father due to his past of drug selling and getting Juno's mother addicted who eventually died of an overdose shortly before his father left. So he set out on a journey to find and kill him, we had planned for him to realize that his father wasn't as bad it he seemed and had changed in the 17 years that had gone by but my DM played the cards too early so this never happened and thus he killed his father while he was a half boat half human due to magic plants Atleast was got a memorable moment out of it. "Son...I'm-" *Monk punch*
@@emberdragon4248 Weird cursed boat thing, the souls of the crewmates fused into the boat thanks to the help of spiderlike creatures we found and killed, his body had yet to decompose/been eaten so that's why he was apart of it
Hey this person who is entirely on this righteous crusade to get her the ability to return home so she can finally see her family again after all these years and everything that happened. Imma kill her entire family including children and scatter their corpses around in front of where they are going. And that's not even the funniest part paladin the highest level revival spell won't even work on them. Isn't that funny. It sounds to me like the dm didn't want to have to deal with her family and her not wanting to keep adventuring and he thought this plot hook would fuel her and keep her wanting to adventure now that there was nothing to return to and only punish those who did it. She gave her life to the cause and when the one thing she wanted to see her family again couldn't happen in life. She moved onto to the next one where she could be with them again. Tldr version Dm thought it would be easier to keep her character going if he killed her attachments. Not understanding that her attachments where the only thing holding her there. And unable to revive them left her no other option but to die to see them again. I am assuming but just because I have seen like 3 different dms do this and have seen players drop out entirely not just the character the players. Every time someone dropped out was for the same reason. "I didn't want to have to find a reason to keep your character going so killing them was easier" all of them basically the same story.
@@blueee0088 I dunno. Personally i would've loved it if i were in the player's shoes, maybe OP digs that kind of stuff too? But yeah, i can see how most people would be very dissapointed/mad about it
that doesn't count as any of those two things but I played a very dumb character who got to say "if I'm dumb as you say, may the gods strike thunder where I stand!" It was in an universe were gods are more than pleased to punish humans for dumb things or take the bait in these kind of situations, and I was struck by lightning, almost died and got a permanent curse and now every time there's a storm I will be stroke by thunder (yes, even if I'm indoors or underground, because divine punishment). I perfectly knew this was gonna happen and in fact I genuinely thought my character was going to die. But I felt like I had to do it because it was hilarious in the situation and my character was in a situation where there was no way she wasn't going to say these exact words
I did the same thing intentionally on a kender cleric-rogue hybrid. The strategy is deliberately getting myself on as many neutral/evil dieties' radar as possible and pissing them off (which is aided by my clerical knowledge of theology), then getting as close as possible or inside the enemies so that the collateral damage from being smited thricefold takes out as many enemies as possible.
I brought in one of my favorite characters (or rather, a sort of alternate version of himself from another campaign if he'd made different life choices). An aspiring Paladin of Bahamut kobold turned Druid after dropping out (for lack of a better descriptor), Paladin School to live his own life instead of the one his abusive father wanted him too. There was a dragon going around razing cities, and he had a laser gun and ammunition he picked up from a Nautiloid earlier in the adventures. They were fighting it face to face and it was completely destroying the party, so he had a plan: take out himself and the dragon with him, by using a Call Lightning spell he set up earlier. He didn't have time to throw the ammo, the action it would have taken to bundle and throw the energy ammunition was the same as the action needed to set off Call Lightning in the current turn. So, he did what he'd done in every campaign when the odds were stacked against him. Sacrificed himself to save his friends. Snap decision, no second-thoughts, no regrets. Run in, get under the big dragon, Call Lightning to rupture the energy cells and set them off at once in a big boom. It worked, too. There was nothing of him left when the dust settled, and the dragon was dead. In the words of the little eulogy that was given to him after that: He may have been a kobold, but in that moment he had the heart of a dragon.
The worst thing I've ever done to one of my character's can be called a fate worse than death. I was playing a good Alchemist Cirugion (essentially a full on doctor for the party with the ability to toss damaging and healing bombs). For a bit of back ground this character was a hired help that joined the party after my cleric Lost her powers and set off on a pilgrimage to recover them. Due to being a doctor my character essentially had a version of the hypocratic oath. Where he would not harm others unless they seeked to harm him or others. After a while of traveling with the party he had pretty much become part of the group and after being accidentally related to the death of another character was even more adamant of keeping the others alive. This came into a head when a recurring character made him a deal of sorts. He was a form of trickster god accidentally manifested by the party and he had been going around and helping/hindering the group at random. In that moment he made a deal. I would have 1 party member draw from the deck of many things and risk them being in danger. Or draw 5 cards himself. Given the story you can probably see what came from it. I won't say all the cards as only 2 really matter. He had his alignment reversed and was transformed into a magical item. After some extra dice Rollin to determine what he became he turned into the book of damned. A book so evil he corrupted kilometers of area around him into unholy ground and would kill any one good aligned that touched him. He was swiftly taken by a demon lord who coveted the book.
Background. My character was a child born into a very powerful family with a extremely prestigious line of mages, the bloodline was extremely rich in magic power. The campaign I was playing in had an interesting world function, everyone had some form of magic regardless of class even if it was only for role play or aesthetic purposes. A barbarian rage would be innate nature magic bolstering the barbarian or simple magic sparks being created by a rage. Despite this, my character was born with zero magic power whatsoever, due to this his mother and father ostracized him from the family ashamed of their son, they confined him to stay inside the castle. He was able to live a comfortable life with all the amenities but my character desired to please his father greatly. He trained and exercised to keep up with magic users but due to his young age and inexperience it was in vain. There he met his mentor who taught and trained him in an old sword style, his mentor had lost his family to a vile Sickness in his home country. He adapted his sword technique for my magicless character and my character was finally learning how to fight. At an unspecified point my character stumbled upon a secret room learning that his family had been dealing with demons and devils for power. He confided in his teacher and alerted the authorities, his family home was stripped and 3 days later demons snuck in the night and killed his family and singular sister who was the only blood related person he had who treated him normally, his teacher died giving him the time to escape. My character believed the curse and shame of his family fell upon his shoulders as dealing with demons and devils resulted in innocents dying horrible vile deaths. Many years later my character is one of the strongest humans in existence alongside his party. My character had recently discovered the secret behind his magiclessness. In exchange for no magic he had gained the ability to manifest a mark of power which would vastly increase his strength, speed, dexterity, and perception. In the final battle my charecter had recently consumates his relationship with his lover 2 days before the fight promising they would be together forever. The party was on its last legs and so was the bbeg, the barbarian was rolling death saving throws, the healer was on her last spell, the rogue had lost a hand, the warlock was dead, so was the ranger. My character was the only one still standing besides the BBEG. The healer casted her last heal on me and my charecter resolved to finish the job once and for all. The thing is he had always planned to die Fighting the BBEG and dying to save the world so that the sins of his bloodline could be cleansed he turned to face the BBEG who's face was filled with panicked rage. The most cinematic sequences of rolls then occurred as my fighter went one on one with the BBEG both screaming in rage and exertion. My charecter was offering every last once of strength in his body to fight the BBEG, a homebrew ability which allowed Charecters to Burn through health to do more damage. Under these conditions the mark awakened on my charecters face as he broke through the BBEGs defense losing his entire left arm and eye and slamming his broken blade against the neck of the BBEG. I rolled one last strength check and rolled incredibly high, sorry no nat 20 story here and managed to decapitate the BBEG ending the fight, my charecter collapsed to the floor gasping for breath as his body seized up unable to do anything except breath hurriedly as he bled out. He stumbled to his feet and limped towards the summit of a collapsed building to witness the rising sun. There a vision of his mentor and sister appeared in front of him and spoke with him they said that he was on the edge. He was tired they opened their arms and embraced him releasing him from the sins of his family and being reunited with his true one. My characters soul exited his body and watched extraplanarly at his now still body, eyes closed and resting peacefully. He looked back as the barbarian sprinted towards his body cradling and sobbing for his best friends death as the cleric limited closer dragging their stabilized friends with her also crying. My character turned back at his true family and they went together to heaven. The DM went on in the exposition that my charecters lover ended up having my characters child and visited my charecters grave all the time. When she died from old age they reunited in heaven and reincarnated together into a more peaceful time. It was beautifully narrated and made our players cry. definitely the most dramatic thing I've done
Mutants and masterminds: My pc one shots the BBEG in first encounter. I looked at the DM and realized he just watched months of hard work go to waste. I asked if the building was crumbling from damage me and the BBEG did going through walls. He said yes, so i spent my hero points on holding it up while everyone else escaped. He said he would have let me escape too. I just said it was my appology for ruining so much work.
I was a happy-go-lucky Artificer gnome who died by sacrificing himself for his party by goblins. My party was so upset that they carried my body with them so that an amateur cleric we were escorting could maybe somehow revivify me. We were in a temple that the goblins desecrated and they used this ritualistic slab as a place where they would have blood sacrifices to their evil gods. So they put me on the slab and cast revivify. So I'm like. Wait. Why would you revive me on a slab that was used as human sacrifices to an evil God? 🤦🏻♂️ So I asked the DM if this stupid decision could negatively affect my character and he was like well....yeah that actually makes sense. So my awesome amazing Artificer couldn't use his magic anymore, because he was converted into a lycanthrope Blood Hunter. He became a crazy monster killing character who the rest if the party hated. One of my friends was like why did you make him an uncaring asshole? I was like YOU REVIVED ME ON A SLAB THAT WAS USED FOR BLOOD SACRIFICES. What did you think would happen? Long story short, my character proceeded to transform into a werewolf, get blood frenzied, and kill the amateur cleric because I was forced to roll a d8 to see who I mauled next. Then, the villain of the first portion, who was masquerading as a hero, appeared, and we found out during the quest, that he's actually a villain was attacked by my crazy gnome, because he felt that evil needed to be extinguished. I was rendered to dust by the villain with an 8th level divine smite. Then he threatened the rest if the party to keep their mouths shut about his secret an, and disappeared. Everyone in my party was pissed at me for the changes that were made to my character after the revival, and I was blamed for the death of the cleric who was meant to be a major character later on, but I stand by what happened. Shit happens 🤷🏻♂️
I once mentioned that my character would attempt to resist being raised from the dead due to his beliefs about the accounting of his personal accomplishments. My Hobgoblin Fighter believed his soul's worth was dictated by the opponents he had overcome and what challenges he had survived and persevered through. Being brought back from the dead was like wiping away the pride and honor that he had earned up until that point.
While fleeing an enemy faction, warning the party that trouble was on the way tripped and fell into a ditch(done intentionally to show how truely incompetent my tabaxi princess was at movement that they are typically good at)then while prone attempted to throw my knife at an enemy who just landed in the ditch but failed the roll and threw it into her foot, somehow doing so made the enemy warrior laugh so hard he jumped out of the ditch said “stupid bitch killed herself falling on her knives!” And they left. The character was supposed to be a secret Ally later in the game but never got that far because the party couldn’t be serious enough for our dm. The quote “I don’t give a fuck I cast fireball down the hallway at the loud echoing steps” sums it up pretty well. The wizard killed the person who was supposed to give us the quest, the last of his kin.
So my party had a fun encounter with the King in Yellow, and we had the book right there. We didn't read it, but we did realize that the NPCs around the area were in fact directly from the book, so in order to figure out what we were dealing with, my character read *all of it.*
@@alexanderthegreat6682 To tell true, PANR is the only source for the latest goings on in the little corner of the post apocalyptic wasteland we call home.
I have a character who was imprisoned and tortured and violated in a Witch Hunt type situation in her back story. Consequently she developed a huge fear of holy people. When cornered by a holy person she attempted suicide. Fortunately, the holy person in question was not a bad person and helped save her life. But, the DM allowed me to bring myself immediately down to zero hit points and the dying condition with one self-inflicted blow. The idea being that hit points didn't matter because I wasn't trying to heroically survived the attack.
So my story wasn’t exactly something that couldn’t be avoided. In fact, I pretty much planned it with the DM. But here we go. So, I’m playing a campaign based heavily on gothic literature in 1820 Europe (Dracula, Frankenstein, Hunchback of Notre Dame, to name a few.). It is EPIC. Among our earlier encounters was Dr. Jekyll, who tasked us with retrieving some ingredients for his experiments. He and my character started talking about his ideas at one point. See, my character has a blood curse she’s trying to remove. It will eventually destroy her mind and turn her into a monster. She’s been very unsuccessful thus far and time is ticking. So when she heard that Jekyll’s potion could potentially eliminate the “evil” in a person, she of course had to ask if it could even apply to magical effects… And that’s how she secretly became Jekyll’s co-test subject. I now play two characters in this campaign and am LOVING the endless roleplay opportunities that came out of it.
Big one for me came as I was playing a character that was, among other things, a chaos incarnate (3e Incarnum class). His whole thing was that he was the most anarcho-capitalist leaning dude you ever met to the point it literally empowered his abilities. "F*ck the police" is a personal motto. After squashing an entire squad of halfling warriors (little more than cannon fodder to our level 6 characters) that had set an ambush on the road we were traveling, we reached the nearby town we didn't exactly know was there (prior campaign events left us in a random location that no one could identify.) The party's monk, a lawful good ascetic, decides to carry one of the bodies with to see that at least one of them got a proper burial. Turns out they were the local militia that was expecting a rival city-state's militia to be who they ambushed. Whoops. After some attempt to flee, we were taken into custody and given a choice; be executed for killing their soldiers in the middle of an ongoing conflict or be conscribed to aid in an archaeological endeavor nearby, presumably looking for some old-magic mcguffin to help with the war effort. Rest of the party chose the latter. My character though, hated any kind of forced labor with the burning passion of 10,000 exploding suns. The enforcement mechanism was a magic tattoo that would allow those who know the command phrase to insta-kill the bearer. They placed these on us while my character was unconscious from the arrest and before the deal was offered. Upon learning this, I told the magistrate in no uncertain terms that I would NEVER be coerced like this and he'd better have one hell of a fighter to put me down because I wasn't gonna kneel for any headsman either. Meanwhile, every time the magistrate is speaking, I'm rolling use magic device checks to try and trigger some kind of release mechansim in the tattoo since I saw them on the soldiers we killed and figured there must be some deactivation command. Finally hit a successful check and died on the spot. Quite proud of myself for having my character stick to his guns like that. One revival later, he continued on with the rest of the party on his own terms for loyalty to them and not because he was being compelled. 😎
For the first one, I would have said “I turn the corner, and begin to run towards the Lich, oblivious to to what’s just transpired” if I was fishing for a “wait, no!” type of interaction, instead of just announcing that I’ve already jumped
@@1997Awesomedude at the same time, they might not be familiar with the verbal means of casting Wall of Force, and wouldn’t recognize the specific spell. Plus the verbal component could be in a different language than one they can understand. There’s plenty of ways to explain away why the rogue wouldn’t know this
I once had a character who broke down a magic door (the door was enchanted so that damage was reflected back, and the pain was experienced as an extreme shock up the body into the brain,) in order to get the entire party out of a room flooding with water that the BBEG trapped us in. My character was fine physically, I think total damage was 8 of my 26 total health, however, after enduring all that pain basically all at once I had to make a madness check to see if this broke me. It did end up breaking me so I decided to go the fun way. Part of my character's background was that he was a local in the land the party was travelling in which had outright banned magic, with a death penalty. He had been travelling for a while and was still prejudiced against it but as long as it aided him he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Until now. As part of my insanity I could now feel magic, as if the zaps to my brain unlocked something, and I sought out to destroy all magic around me. Starting with the nearest source: my own sword. Once that was done with I went for the second closest thing: the Paladin, as divine magic is still a form of magic, so said the DM. So naturally as part of RP I began to fistfight the paladin who was still armed, and the rest of the party began to join in. It was overall a fun fight, and they didn't manage to kill me either. I was instead, sealed away in a magic soul gem forever surrounded by and trapped with all I hated.
During a heavily inspired Greek themed part of a campaign, my dwarven pirate had failed a DEX save and gotten his leg grabbed by Heracles. In an attempt to not be killed, he cut off his own foot at the ankle with a swift cut of his pole axe. He then proceeded to run away.
I was playing an Aarakocra monk a couple of years ago. Our party was trying to sneak into the cabin of this creepy old man living in the forest to try to find out some information pertaining to our quest. All we knew was that this guy was an old and powerful wizard. We go in, and my character notices a bunch of shiny trinkets on a shelf. I had decided that as a bird person, he would have an obsession with shiny objects. Any time I encountered something very shiny, I would roll a d20 to determine if I would be entranced by it. Long story short, I failed my roll and alerted the old man, which turned out to be a polymorphed ancient dragon. No deaths fortunately, but still a wild encounter. I miss that character, he was a lot of fun.
I was playing a celestial patron warlock chef; instead of a normal adventure log, I was keeping a recipe book (I actually wrote one for my group using my found ingredients). One morning as we awoke at our camp, I saw a snail crawling off in the distance, and NEEDED a new ingredient. I really only had Charisma and Wisdom, with a bit of Intelligence; I wasn't a combatant, but rather just a chef who saw a party in need of some food and healing, so 8 strength, 10 dexterity, and like 12 constitution. But despite my low physical abilities, I started sneaking up on this snail. It kept scooting along, oblivious I was stalking it. I kept approaching, trying to be stealthy, trying to sneak up on it, but it saw me, and immediately turned. I was close, so I lunged at it. I flung myself forward, hitting the actually-large snail mid-air, as it was illusioned into a small snail. It began moving considerably fast with me hanging on to its shell, trying to bite it and whack it with my frying pan. Con save: I was getting poisoned by it, inflicting paralysis, as it excreted some mucus and kept thwacking me with its eyes. The whole time, my party was just laughing at me stalking this snail, desperately trying to melee it down as a caster, and then paralyzed for like a week (which sucked), but I still got the last laugh when I managed to use the snail to make deliciously toxic escargot to feed to some goblins, and added escargot to my recipe book for that session. (The goblins also taught me how to make dwarf foie gras, which got my character arrested at the end of the campaign.)
The message in the end is exactly what I needed to hear today, and I did NOT expect for it to come from a dnd video. Thank you so much for these words of kindness.
I always try to end videos here with a bunch of kindness. I know it's not always welcome and I'm not always the most helpful, but.. It's just about spreadin a bit of love ya know?
Our DM gave us a "Wand of Disintegration" which appeared to do what it said on the tin. Anything we shot with it disappeared. Out of game we realised this was too easy and after some brainstorming worked out that this wand doesn't disintegrate. It teleports. To some inconvenient time in the future, probably before the BBEG encounter. But our PCs don't know this.....that encounter is going to be tough. So far there's going to be a giant spider, a werewolf, a witch, about 15 zombies, 2 fishmen and a big rock that we tested it on first. And our rogue isn't going to stop using it any time soon, as she found out it recharges 1 charge every in game day.
One of my favorite characters was a Redemption Paladin of Tyr. I had to temporarily retire my Monk due to a plot point in the story turning him into a villain, as his gauntlets became corrupted by the BBEG, in turn getting him possessed by one of the BBEG's warriors. So while my Monk was out doing villain things, I brought in a Redemption Paladin. In his life he was a Paladin of Conquest, a soldier that carved his way through different enemies, and fought like a monster - until he began to realize that the harsh life he lived was not the right path, changing his Oath to redeem himself and jumping from a less good god to Tyr. When the party met up with him, he was immediately helpful, helping them fight the bad guys and healing their injuries with his spells and lay on hands. He was meant to be an emissary of good, to show that the party had been going the wrong way as they never helped the places they left after the fights were over. But one extra thing. For context, the DM gave each of us a homebrew magic item that complimented the character. They were powerful and gave us the ability to take down big-ass bosses. However, the DM forgot that a lot of our classes got abilities that get a lot more powerful when you crank up the damage and give bonus effects. As a result, we ended up having an easy time coasting through encounters. And as a result, he created a monster that we could not kill, had op spells, op stats, wayyyy too high HP, etc. So that's a new character, on a class that begins to fall off in power at the levels we were at, without a magic item that supported his kit up against a big ass evil monster that no one could kill because the DM "Hated that he couldn't keep his villains". And for added context, everyone else was squishier characters. So here I am, using all my abilities, my aura, etc and this character just eventually dies due to it casting METEOR SWARM. FUCKING METEOR SWARM. Because my ass failed the save. I didn't say it, but I was mad at my DM for that.
I wasn't going to subscribe. Until your outro. You are the positive attitude we need in the world. It is my sincere wish that you only ever change in the ways you wish.
I just started a new campaign two weeks ago, playing a sorcerer. We had all shown our DM our sheets before the session, and he saw that two of us used spell casting classes... and decided that the campaign will require us to hide our magic. Virtually every decision I've made so far has either been completely useless, or gotten me punished because I can't read the DM's mind, leaving me with no idea what to do. So I've decided, based on the five minute session we had today (second of the campaign; short because the DM forgot how to use a calendar and scheduled it on the same day as a different campaign he's in, playing once a month) that, if the opportunity arises, I'm going to have my character off himself, because his presence clearly puts the party at risk. I'm not happy being relegated to being a guy with just three knives and a stick, and having half the party handicapped because we chose the wrong classes with no advance warning.
Played a 5e mystic in a game a while ago just after they came out, but before everyone banned them. Was very obviously the most powerful character in the party. In an encounter with the BBEG where we weren’t really supposed to stop him, just be impressed by how powerful he was and listen to his monologue, I rolled really well on initiative, walked up, and rolled some crits and took him down first turn. Wasn’t really my intention, just how the dice came up. Anyway, I could tell the DM wasn’t super happy about that but he’s a very fair guy and respects the dice rolls that come up. Anyway, looting the bosses treasure hoard, the party wizard inspects the corpse of the boss, and finds that his helmet is still perfectly intact, and it’s made of some black steel or something and has some magical properties. Wizard, being dumb, immediately puts the helmet on without casting identify or something, and gets possessed. Turns out, helmet is basically The One Ring, and now the wizard is evil. He tries to kill the party, and fails because mystics are incredibly overpowered. My character takes the helmet and I sort of realize what the deal is, but my character wouldn’t due to some plot reasons that are overly convoluted and I won’t get into here. Anyway, I realize that the item is basically designed to get one of the PCs to replace the BBEG that I killed. I sort of feel bad for killing the BBEG early so I want to be the one that has to have character death, and frankly I didn’t really want to play a mystic anymore because nothing is a challenge to a mystic. So I end up putting the helmet on, and actually making the ridiculous wisdom save to not get possessed by the spirit that lives inside the helmet. So my alignment instead switches to NE and my goals align with the previous wearers of the helmet, but I’m still in control of my character. Got to role play being the villain and that might be some of the most fun I’ve had. TLDR: Felt guilty for killing the BBEG so became one myself
My DM was running a homebrew campaign, in which I played a dragonborn barbarian. He had set up a hallway with damaging runes that activated like laser sensor shotguns that dealt elemental damage of each type. I ran through and Leeroy Jenkins'd my way through every single trap, nearly dropping in the process. My party had to expend most of their healing to keep him up, but he went through the last few traps undaunted. He was getting absolutely wrecked by the traps until he got to the last one and stupidly ran through, failed his only Con save he needed to make, and got poisoned for an hour. funnily enough he survived and took out an entire room of traps made to keep us out of an area within the cave that was cut off for a reason. I loved that moment because Barbarians for the win, screw the traps and the careful meticulous planning, the best route is always the most simple and fastest one.
I (player) lied to the party about the identity of a serial killer we were investigating because my character had run into him, and he modified her memory to think it was someone else. The whole encounter was played out, and i didn't know who it really was but i knew that my character's memories were wrong. Long story short, i went ham in rp and the party didn't suspect a thing, and we ended up in jail, the warden of which is the real serial killer, and my character ends up dead. Oops.
In a campaign I played through my senior year of college, I played a Tiefling Bard with abandonment issues, and I thought a fun way to flavor that was through anxiety attacks. So, starting around session 4, I would occasionally roll wisdom saves against my own spell save DC for vicious mockery and take the damage. Over the course of the campaign, my character grew, eventually taking the resilient feat to gain proficiency in wisdom saves, and it honestly was really fun.
One of my friends characters was incredibly hyper and chased after action. We were going through a dungeon, and in an upcoming hallway there were 2 holes, one leading to good things, and one leading to bad. My friend jumped down the good hole, but wasn’t able to tell me because I wasn’t able to catch up in time to see the drop. I guessed wrong
When Strahd first showed up in our CoS run, our characters didn't know what he was, and when trying to convince him of something my Sorcerer cast Charm Person - but I'm a Wild Magic Sorcerer. The DM tells me to roll on the surge table and I score the "roll 10 times on the table for the next 1 minute" result. I ended up killing a bunch of people around me and even hurt some of the other PCs in the process. It was a glorious moment for RP
My character ended up back at his home town while trailing ahead on a blood cult, and decided to stop in on his family (Father, Pregnant Mother, and twin sisters, roughly 13 y/o). Apparently my level 17 Paladin of Torm, clad in a shining bulwark of Angelic Plate, wielding a Sacred Lance (Holy Avenger, but a lance), was the talk of the town, making it easy for the cultists to track me down. They hit me with a Geas scroll, and I biffed the save *hard*. "Kill your family". And that's why my Paladin has retired, completely traumatized at finding his father headless, his sisters fused into a single lump of divinely torched coal, and his pregnant mother disembodied, with his armor and weapon drenched in blood... My DM goes hard, and I love the impact it left.
Hey man, I needed to hear that last bit. I want to go into the art and animation industry in order to be able to tell my stories and make my own worlds, so I started focusing on relearning art. I think I’m making alright progress, maybe work on my stability and prowess on lines a bit more, study some anatomy, but it’s progress. But then you see all these talented artists, some far better than you at such young ages. It’s pretty demoralizing. But I want to do it, regardless of whether or not I’m able to.
In a custom campaign, I sent the godess of magic to the Astral Plane as a way to check that they were real. In the game, magic was illegal and the gods were captured. I lost my vocal chords permanently, lost magic for the boss encounter that happened next, and lost some homebrew buffs.
Curse of Strahd Campaign. My halfling profane soul blood hunter gives chase to Morganta, who is his arch-nemesis according to his backstory. DM: And she vanishes right before your eyes, cackling, stepping to Ethereal Plane. Me: I turn around towards my party, give them last look. "Don't bring me back unless you see her body". Put my short sword against my neck and puncture the carotid artery. DM: ... Party: ...wut just happened. DM: Ok. Party, you see your cheerful comrade falling from his steed, blood spraying, still smiling, as his eyes close in acceptance of his choice. Brave blood hunter, you find yourself in the colourless world where souls linger unable to leave Barovia. You see Morganta's figure running, 30 ft. away from you. Roll initiative. And then he has managed to butcher the hag, and passed 3 death saves in a row. Yet he never was the same - got some soul damage and had to made some questionable deal with Mother Night patron to keep the soul intact.
Most recently, my character failed an arcana check to understand what an elder tempest was before we decided where to go, even though I knew full well what it was. So a party of level 7 adventurers all wandered into the lair of a living storm, and nearly got TPKd before they could escape on round 3.
My Dhampir Tabaxi Rogue (level 2) accidently outed himself as being part vampire when, while low on HP, he Bit and Drained the enemy goon of health, in order to regain the hp he'd lost - Nat20 on the attack, so 2d4s were rolled, for a 7, plus 2 from Con Mod, brought me nearly up to full hp. Thing is, this was done in full view of the others, who didn't know about me being a dhampir, and one of the Party is a Dwarf Paladin Acolyte, who got a 22 on an Insight check to realize that healing after biting someone isn't something most catfolk are capable of doing - so, yeah, I got to do some explaining the next time we play. I'm looking forward to it actually. Now, the real damager is the Bugbear Artificer. 15 Intelligence, but just 6 Wisdom - our DM friend let him do a custom point buy thing. He's always asking - "Would my character know what's going on? What can I do? Oh, what does pulling on this gold crown do? (knocks out the Orc Fighter and Dwarf Paladin due to falling rocks) Oops! (My guy threatened his character over that one, as he barely dodged the major damage - Level 1 at the time.)" To be fair, the guy is on the Autism Spectrum, if undiagnosed, but it's like he's not wise enough to just swing his hand axe and light hammer, while taking advantage of his Long Limbs - to be fair, he has an 8 in Strength - but he seems to be afraid to take the penalty, despite his tactical advantage - but the guy Can use cantrips, yet doesn't use them.... he's alright once he gets on a good roll though, and sometimes his antics are funny.
Tackled the campaign's sub-boss, a wizard who had kept us on our toes and who was the personal nemesis of my character, who was also a wizard. Both of us went off the edge of a cliff, and as he tried to cast spell after spell to get out of both of our inevitable dooms, I cast counter-spell, and thus both of us were destroyed when we finally impacted down below, locked in each other's arms. I've always been a Sherlock Holmes fan.
i played a thief, and in one encounter we were in a dungeon, everyone was ko'd and the boss hadn't noticed me yet since i was late to the battle (was stealing stuff ofc) and i was horribly outmatched but remembered that i had picked up a cursed apple that turns any biological material it touches to stone (stone keeps spreading on whatever touched it till completely encased) , so i took it out my bag with it still wrapped in a thick cloth i tried to sneak behind the boss and planned to touch him with the apple but failed my stealth and was noticed he hit me and knocked the apple out my hand and out of the cloth so out of despiration my thief grabbed the apple bare handed and managed to toss it and hit the boss on the side of the head, the boss is defeated and my thiefs hand is stone and its spreading up his arm so i make the choice to sever the arm but i had to anything thieving related like lockpicking
Mine was probably with my Oath of Redemption Paladin. My party members and I were facing a lich. Wall of force was cast by it with the intent of splitting the group from each other. After a few turns, my paladin watches as it delivers a round of attacks on her teammates. She's furious, knowing she cannot help them. In a rage, she does the one thing she can and goads it, calling it a coward by hiding behind its walls, and to aim all it's got at her instead of shooting at those trapped. There's shocked silence from the DM and my fellow players, before the DM sighs, the walls drop, and the lich casts a Ray of Disintegration at her. She fails the save. It hits. My girl just, JUST, stays alive with enough HP. My group is now horrified, asking why I would do that. Me: "I activate Rebuke the Violent." (The Lich has to take the damage it just dealt on a failed save, or half on a save). There's another shocked silence. The DM: "The f***ing crazy son of a--"
as far as i know this shouldn't actually work. Rebuke the Violent is only on attack rolls, and also only on attacks made against someone other than you. am I missing something?
Thank you Brian, that little message at the end.. I kinda really needed that, been having some issues for a while now, trying to recover from some bad decisions when I was younger. Some people have been concerned for me that I'm getting up there and not really moving like they think i should, but i've been taking things slow so that i make sure i do the right things.. and now i have reassurance that i am indeed doing the right thing, and knew i was being smart for moving slow and taking my steps carefully.
In princes of the apocalypse, I let my vampire mom turn me in front of the entire party because my character a) has been trying to find her mom the entire campaign and b) had no idea what a vampire was because she'd spent most of her life in the plane of fire.
The story of the paladins family being slaughtered seems like a dick move on the DM’s part. UNLESS this was discussed with the player prior to the event. I’ve wanted a character of mine to die due to something similar. when I was playing a dwarf wizard (Tizard the wizard) I had written into my character that I had witnessed a figure walking down an alleyway hiding an object when an assassin slit the mans throat with a dagger. I found the object (my characters spell book) and wanted it to be a thing I could investigate throughout the campaign. Session one as soon as I describe my character and his unique spell book the dm had a dwarf god turn it into ash and say it was worthless (my character didn’t care about the gods or think he should worship them. reliance of ones self was more important than worship to him) The campaign ended up not happening because most players stopped going. Now I DM my own group and try my best to include any character plot hooks my players desire.
Best campaign I've been involved in was years back, using ICE's Rolemaster system. The plot involved time portals - we'd visit the same location as a small village, a larger town and a capital city . Several weird things happened in that place - my character Joe being bitten and thus transforming into a werewolf by a future version of himself ... My other character killing himself due to a massive fumble roll.... By far the worst mistake was us not actually working out the time travel shizzle, even though the DM was making massive hints. One point, we were in the town version and ended up saving it from bad guys. In doing so, our paladin set rules regarding weapons inside the city. We left, and later came back . So, there we are in the now city. Front and centre is a statue to a paladin. Cue a perception roll. We failed, but the DM tried to pity us (he needed us to work out the time travel to move the story on.) . Not a scooby that we'd been here.. We walk in armed to the teeth, forgetting we had instituted this rule. Arrested. Our escape attempts caused the death of three of our party due to the afformentioned fumble roll.
We were fighting gargoyles, ghouls and a wight. I spat in the face of the gargoyles to call their attention, on top of trying to get the ghouls to feast to draw them from my comrades. Unfortunately only the first plan worked. Maybe if I doff'd my armor they'd of been more tempted. (Squishy little artillerist artificer)
i was playing a variant human barbarian, i was on the third floor of an inn while the rest of the party was being mugged outside so, desperate to defend his friends, he jumped out of the window and landed on a kobold cultist killing him instantly but "Krieg Rager" also took 25 damage and broke both legs his in character reasoning being "i helped didnt i?"
Read to the end for a funny surprise. The following happened in a Castelvania-style mini campaign in which my party and I all ended up cursed to either attempt to find and slay a master necromancer or end up his undead thrall within a month's time. We faced off against the penultimate boss (second-to-last for those who do not know that word), It happened to be a giant puppet with four arms suspended by strings and there were four iron maidens positioned around it on 10-foot-high pedestals. Only one party member had faced the enemy before in a previous campaign, but they said nothing to the rest of us about it. The creature looked to our rogue and its gaze required a charisma saving throw that they failed. And so, they lost most of the temporary hit points our cleric provided during a previous encounter. No big loss, right? Wrong! The puppet manifests a small puppet in one of its arms that it holds onto for the time-being. The strings suspending the puppet resist all except for slashing damage. I am one of two in the party with a slashing weapon and I figure I can disable whatever arm is holding the puppet alongside my rogue. So, I set about doing just that, starting with the arm holding the puppet that manifested from the boss' gaze simply glaring at our rogue. I succeed. So far so good, right? Yes and no. The boss targets me next with its glare and I fail my charisma save, because, why would I, as a fighter, in a hack-and-slash mini campaign need that? Another puppet appears in another of its arms as it transfers the one puppet fashioned from our rogue to a functioning arm. I spend the next few rounds of combat attempting to disable the limbs in a counter clockwise order, but that places my fighter, who has the lowest initiative, distant from the rogue. And this is when the magic happens. The boss stashes the puppet made from the rogue's essence into one of the iron maidens, the one that happens to be the farthest from my fighter at the time. What happens is that the rogue swaps places with the puppet, imprisoning him within an iron maiden and subjecting him to damage over time for every round he fails an athletics check. The rest of the party tries freeing them, but I am too far and too low on the initiative to help, plus, I have to deal with avoiding the same thing happening to my fighter. Our cleric attempts floating up to free our rogue. He fails. Our artificer tries enlarging our cleric so he can free our rogue. No go. Our rogue drops to zero HP and the iron maiden opens up. At this point, I have disabled most of the boss's arms, but it is too late. Our rogue...is now a zombie under enemy control. Our cleric tries to end charmed effects on our undead ally. Turns out, no, there are no charmed effects in play. I try destroying the puppet made from the essence of the rogue in the hopes that it might return him to some semblance of normal. All I end up doing is destroying the puppet and restoring lost HP to the rogue. After all our attempts to save and restore the rogue, we destroy the boss and are forced to kill the undead rogue who would otherwise proceed to try killing us. The player who knew how the boss worked was also the one playing our rogue, and decidedly played dumb to avoid spoiling the encounter. Additionally, the player happens to be an artist who, for fun, drew a joke sketch relevant to the encounter to entertain the group. cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/936463030374531092/976291794637717564/unknown.png
As for sacrifices of characters. I was playing the only front line combatant in a party of 5 in one game. We ended up being pursued by the big bag evil's second in command. A powerful samurai with a demonic sword. I turned to the party and gave the cheesy clichéd line, "I'll hold him off. Go." And proceeded to one v one the samurai while the party fled to safety. Where that character died grew a magnificent and sturdy tree that the party would go to from time to time and camp under the branches.
At a LARP, and old buddy and I were going outside to look for someone, when we saw a bunch of NPCs using a stealth skill, and neither of us had the ability to see them. We walked deep into the crowd of NPCs before they dropped stealth and dropped us into bleedout. I remember making eye contact with my buddy before walking into them and just saying "we can't see them."
One of my party member learned that the monster we were about to fight had the ability to reflect spells back at the caster. Said character couldn't tell this to my character before it was my turn to attack due to circumstances. I was playing a Magus. I used spellstrike and critted with a intensified shocking grasp. Almost one shotted myself :^)
When I was younger, I was obsessed with the idea of having wings, like Angel of the X-Men. In a long running campaign with myself and friends as PC’s post apocalypse, I had won a wish from an epic deity and was granted to be remade as a half-Celestial. I was able to put away my Wings of Flying as I now had my own. Later on, we faced a nigh invincible creature and were getting our butts handed to us. We were pulled into a pocket outside of time where the last of the old gods of our world (Bastet, Ymyr, Tiamat, and Cronus iirc) We were offered the remnants of their strength to save the world from this alien god, but having been deprived of prayers for so many centuries, they needed a sacrifice from each of us, the more important, the more power they could impart for the battle. As a player, and as a pc since the character was me aged up, I pulled out a garrote from my bag and began sawing through my own wings (appropriate damage, STR to make it quick, FORT and WILL not to pass out, plus healing magic). Sacrifice accepted, but I was told OOG by the DM that he was expecting us all to just give up some epic magic items that he had tailored to us earlier in the game.
.......my DM had a tendency to fuck me up with a Rug of Smothering multiple times, then with my Barb I walked into an old bandit hideout and was described the room, including a rug........I looked at my DM with sadness, he smiled.....I walked in without a care in the world.....
My character, Schneider, is a tiefling hexblade from another world. In that world there was a war between the tieflings and the assimar. He had a sword gave him incredible power, but it corrupted him. Became the avatar of pride. Killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people. Soon, an assimar girl named Emily, was sent to stop him. He had her on the ropes but, just as he was about to strike the final blow, he stoped. For the first time in over a decade, he was able to stop himself. He left her there. He started to question himself for the first time. Eventually he contained the part of himself that had been corrupted by the power. And vowed to never release the seal on the blade ever again. He started going to battlefields in search of Emily. They soon became rivals, then enemy's, then friends, then, more than friends. They were able to convince the two races to stop fighting. For 5 years there was peace between the races. They were happy. But, the tieflings and the assimar being at war was very profitable for most of the other races, so a group of humans captured Emily, Schneider was forced to unseal the blade to rescue her. The rage and hatred that resided in the blade took control of him. Emily threw herself in front of the blade in order to seal it away and save the one she loved. In only an hour my character had taken dozens of lives, including Emily. After being summoned this this new world, he is accompanied on his journey by her ghost. His mission is to bring her back to life. No matter the cost.
We found merchant who was selling cards from the deck of many things. My friend (who is my friend irl since second grade, and my character's role model) was just grabbing cards like crazy. He finally drew one of the BAD cards and had to duel an avatar of death (we were at level 5). I quickly drew one more card, and was able to use wish one time. I screamed "SAVE MY FRIEND!" and the avatar disappeared. My friend then continued drawing cards until there was only one card left in the deck and ended up having his alignment flipped to chaotic evil and imprisoned on another plane. Worst wish ever, but it's totally what my character would have done :p
My character went down to a Thunderwave spell and was thrown back into trees. After combat ended, an argument broke out between 2 characters over what happened (all in rp) and one with the healing spells was busy looting the bodies, not paying attention. I encouraged the dm to have me roll death saves cause no one was doing anything to help. 2 fails, then 2 successes. It came down to the last roll. Thankfully, it was a save and I didn't loose my character. We're level 3 in Curse of Strahd, so coming back wasn't an option.
I havn't seen the real effects of this, this was in the last session I played. My character is a homebrew class called a witch (we found stats online somewhere and modified them), and basically, how it works is you have a familiar cuz they're cool, and you have a spirit bound to your own. That spirit is basically how you use most of your class abilities because they speak to you and do some things for you. it's pretty cool We decided it would be cool, thanks to my character backstory if the familiar was her sort-of-kidnapped nephew, and the spirit was her sort-of-kidnapped niece after my character killed their mother, her sister. Basically, she did a spell to make em immortal, it didn't turn out right, so the niece is a ghost and the nephew is an eyelash viper. In the campaign, somewhere along the way, we met a guy who could communicate with spirits and basically told me that my bound spirit is PISSED off about being connected to me. Of course, I can't really do anything from my class abilities without her, so I have to keep her around. Come last session, after some really strange time-travel sequence that I don't really need to explain right now, we come back to this tavern we had holed up at, finding everyone to be missing, including the NPC my character was in a relationship with. However, we did find a note that basically said, "It's hopeless. we can't win this war. Find somewhere to hide and maybe you wont be doomed." or something along that line. Now, thanks to time travel, we had arrived at this point 3 years after we left the tavern. we don't know who's alive, who's dead, or where anyone is. One of the abilities I have thanks to my bound spirit is I can learn the truth of any puzzle or minor situation 3 times a day. I guess this counted as minor. The DM let me call up my spirit and I asked her for help. She basically responded with "Why should I help you?" That NPC I mentioned is basically the whole of my character's drive, cuz she swore off love for a solid 99% of her life before finding him, so he REALLY mattered to her. She told the spirit "I'm going to let you and your brother go, just tell me where they're hiding." She accepted that and told us. So, yeah, I basically don't have a class anymore...
Not mine, but the fantastically hilarious Oxventure campaign "Rolling in the deep" has a great example. The party finds a chest with writing on it in infernal. The tiefling reads the inscription and the DM tells her, in front of everyone, that it says "full of spiders, do not open." In character, she tells the Rogue it says "full of treasure, please open", and he plays along and opens the chest.
Hey, kinda late for the party...the last message you gave almost seemed made for me. I am kinda stuck in my studies atm, I am doing everything but actually getting down and study my ass off. And it kinda gets to me sometimes, but I don't want to quit, even if the feeling to just say "heck it" and letting it all go comes out from time to time...but that last message felt really encouraging. Thank you.
At character creation I specifically told my DM my PC was very much a moron, and I wanted him to constantly be the butt end of the world's worst luck. It's been fantastic.
I play as a Tiffling Bard in our DnD campaign. We were playing Dragon of Icespire's Peak, so don't read further if you want no spoiler about a small portion of it. Our group reached the dungeon with the dragonslayer sword, and got to the room where the slain dragon's skull laid to rest. There, my bard created a tiny hutt that protected the group in case some kind of entity attacked when the sword was pulled off of the dragon skull(boss room vibes lol). When the sword was pulled and brought back in the spell area, no attack at all befell us. With our DM's description (wind blowing and cold air), I guessed we might have some kind of ghost to fight. Since no attack was coming, even when my friends came out on the other side of the room, I understood my dome was actually creating a tampon between the area where the foe was and the rest of the dungeon, and that the foe just might not be able to cross walls. Basically, our foe was locked in a tiny area that would be SO easy to blast with fireballs, breath weapons, yada yada, especially since it was invisible. I inhaled deeply. As my team left and told me to do the same since apparently no monster had appeared, I relented and left the dome, ending the spell and freeing the monster. My character had no way of knowing what foe we were up against, or even be certain that a monster had at all appeared. We almost got TPKed, but somehow survived the ordeal.
Not a player but a DM. It was 1 player + A sidekick (which I control), We were playing The Dragon of Ice Spire Peak, (spoilers ahead). He was on the Gnomegarde quest, and had just climbed a thirty foot wall. After looking around at their surroundings,He BONKS heads with his sidekick, they fall off the 30ft ledge the his PC lands perfectly, but the PC tries to catch the sidekick, only to roll a 3, and be crushed, nearly killing both of them, and rendering them both unconscious. Luckily, them falling woke the sleeping gnomes, which saves them both.(they would have died otherwise). His reasoning? it would be interesting. Which gives me a good chuckle whenever I think about it.
I'm going to share a little story for anyone reading this. Hi everyone! Brian here! My most damaging thing I've truly done in the name of RP is this. I've put my character into a hibernation based sleep for over a thousand years, missing out on his entire family growing up and old, missing out on countless battles that saw his friends being brutally slaughtered, missing out on events such as his entire species/race being eradicated and wipes from existence. This man sacrificed so much in order to help save his friends at a specific point - knowing that it was a one way trip - then he came back a thousand years later thinking - "What the fuck is all of this? Where am I? When am I?" - and having to be caught up on so many events that broke his heart, spirit and mind. OOC I knew damn well it was a fucked up situation, but he needed to do it.
After several months in Barovia and feeliing desperate, tired and weary my Cleric of the Grave grew gradually despondent. Having to deal with unending necromancy and unnatural deaths made him question his purpose. One day having failed his save vs antipathy and under the spell's charm, he broke down in tears feeling utterly useless and slit his own throat. The look on everyones face was priceless..
You know when playing tomb of annihilation or tomb of horrors it's really less about your character and more about what you can do because of how challenging those modules are.
Had an encounter in a dungeon where I took high damage, but the way I took it would have almost certainly cut my character's arm off (I think it got lodged in a monster's mouth or something). DM was content to let me just take the high damage if I didn't want my character to end up losing the arm - but the actions that had lead to the situation were basically all bad choices by me and the DM reacting to them, not him trying to put me in that position. Character lost the arm, but survived til' the end of the campaign.
In a sci-fi fantasy setting we're about halfway through the campaign confronting who we all felt would be the final boss and I enacted a plan in which I turned on a device on my belts which put me slightly out of phase with the universe and utilizing a handy mutation I purchased extended my chest tentacles to their maximum range of 20 ft so very tips were inside of the guy, remember out of phase, then I switch the device off causing the tips of my tentacles in the matter of his chest to interact violently in a matter energy conversion event. I barely survived he didn't kind of ended the campaign. The DM didn't take it well
I DM for a pirate campaign involving a few of my family members and none of them really have much experience playing d&d so I regularly have to remind them saying stuff like "You can't, your character doesn't know that yet.", "You should probably tell the rest of the party what I just told you." and "You probably shouldn't say it like that unless you want to offend that NPC." because they keep forgetting not to metagame and that how they say something to me when they're role-playing a convention is how they say it to the NPCs (we just started the campaign and unlike me they're new players so I help reminding them of rules and whatever)
I havent ever done it but I've always liked the thought of a reverse that-guy moment when some scummy pc is in a life or death situation, barely hanging on and rescuing them would basically be a death sentence. Then, you look at your kind hearted, just paladin, and think, "Ugh... it's what my character would do..." and go back to save them
My favorite moment as my Paladin was when My party was in a bad situation ina. Duergar Kingdom and we were on the run and tapped on recourses. We found a roll with a teleportation circle so we had 11 mintues to wait while our wizard ritual casted and our Bard made a leamonds tiny hut to stall for us some. One thing led to another as a court wizard turned off the hit with dispel magic and was prepared to counter spell the teleportation circle but before my dm could I had my character kiss his love interest on the forehead and say “You guys stay safe okay?” As he walked out and did his cocky Paladin routine and stalled just enough for the party to warp out. This lead to him being tortured horribly and losing a right hand but now he has a hot elf girlfriend so it all worked out in the end.
I once had a paladin explore an underwater tomb to ensure there were no more mummies inside. The party had cleared the previous area in an earlier encounter, and we passed back through the area on our way to the capital. Pally took the ring of water breathing our demon merchant got for us and jumped down with his armor and oversized great sword (it was 3.5, and weapon size factored into damage; I think the great sword being huge was 4d6, and given that it was enchanted with holy and bane vs chaotic evil outsiders, in a campaign centered around demons from the abyss invading the world, my average damage ended up being 4d6+2d6+2d6+10+15) and he attempted to cross a chasm to the next part of the tomb. He failed the swim check and started plumeting down into the depths. Not once did he try to doff his armor, he was sure he'd hit the bottom and then climb back up. He fell. And fell. And fell some more. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally hit ground. It was pitch black. He heard something swim behind him, and he drew his sword, the enchantment granting him 10 ft of dim light. It wasn't long before his sword was telekineticly ripped from his hands, and as his last source of light was stripped from him, he was slaughtered with a fade to black. The creature that found him was a Myrmyxicus, a huge ten'nari water demon. As it turns out, that chasm didn't lead to the bottom of the ocean. It lead all the way to the abyss. The 81st layer iirc. And my character, in his hubris, died to his literal opposite. Iirc, Myrmyxicus are cr like 20 something, and my character at the time was level 11. And a paladin with the spellcaster trait removed. Yeah, a paladin with no spells. Just smite, and a few feats.
It was the first session, I was playing a kobold sorcerer with the cantrip Mold Earth. The first enemy we found was an wounded Basilisk in a small hole with it's eggs and I had a mirror in my backpack, I rolled for Arcana to see if I could know something about its powers but rolled a 1. Then I used Mold Earth to seal the hole, so it wouldn't hurt my party. Every egg was about 750 GP in the black market and there was 8 of them, for one role I could have become a rich at the start of the campaign.
Curse of Strahd, 1st level Barbarian, after an encounted with a stuffed wolf that our DM placed in the first floor of the tutorial "dungeon", my character became paranoid of things that look like they would move by their own. This not only ended up triggering the encounter to the living armor, which my character ended up thrown through the balcony in the second floor and dropping to half health, but also didn't suspected that in the attic some furniture would become alive and would start attacking him until he get out of the room, ending that day's session with 5 HP.
Heres a fun one, not telling my party what warding bond was or did, until i went unconscious from keeping the paladin alive, that was a fun thing and completely changed how the party saw my cleric
I am part of a game that derailed for the better part of a 2-3 months because of individual character decisions that caused the entire party to fracture and literally split off all in different directions. One character was caught in a ritual suspended in time due to instability. One character had gone crazy and paranoid, run into the wilderness alone. One got banished to another plane and one got killed and eaten (both players left). One character was determined to follow his brother into the wilderness and bring him back. My character was determined to find something to stabilize the suspended ritual. Each of us knew we were splitting the party, every single decision was in character, and we all recognized that. It took way too long to stabilize the party after that but it still remains probably my favorite storyline moment across my time playing.
Most damaging? I mean, I literally performed a heroic sacrifice and killed my character to avoid the metagame. DM made it worth it though! You know that scene in Beserk? Where Guts fights a hundred men over the course of an entire night? Sort of like that, minus the whole "surviving" thing.
I inadvertently read a spoiler online about a room in the Tomb of Annihilation between sessions while the party was in it, so when we came upon a hole in the wall with a sphere of annihilation inside it, I could do nothing but flip a coin to determine whether or not my fighter would reach in and look for a clue. I had to do away with my 2-handed sword for the rest of the dungeon.
I got thrown overboard off of a pirate ship. Decided that by character, an urban ranger with the urchin background (more specifically a swarmkeeper but with rats instead of insects), wouldn't know how to swim. I drowned, nearly to death. Would have died if not for a companion diving in after me a while after
Was playing a genie warlock that had essentially been brainwashed by his patron, and stuck in a timeloop, essentially unaged, and a mindless slave. Hundreds of year passed, until eventually those who had pitiful lives were given a second chance, brought into a world on the spur of annihilation. He made friends along the way, saw others rebel against the forces against them, saw the compassion they showed to eachother, and finally, their memories were restored. He remembered those he had loved before his patron stole him away, those he had protected before his new life... And then he met his patron face to face... "After interacting with my new friends, companions. I have realized the meaning of a warlock. Those who I have seen derive power from others wished to meet their patron... A follower of Torm built a temple... And all I could think is that I never wanted to be back here... But the other warlocks I interacted with helped me realize... This is my deal, not yours... So, I believe our relationship is over... And honestly, I'm ready for whatever comes next." His memories were removed, all his items aswell... And his memory faded from others aswell... Shaloam, you will be missed... Even if everybody hated you.
I played a guy that "didn't wear armor" at least for the first 5 levels of the game. Also had a dex of 10. After getting rocked by a crocodile he decided to buy full plate and have it enchanted so it would appear to be normal clothes. A few games later we were on a ship that began sinking. He refused to admit he was wearing armor and ended up drowning because of it
I dying laughing xD
what a way to go
When my DM says I don’t find any traps, my characters are confident there are no traps, especially on a Nat 1
Yep play it as it rolls with a face palm
That is the only way to play when you fail to find any traps; to say with absolute certainty "this is perfectly safe" and then hope to whoever might be up there that you're actually right
Yea can’t stand it when a player fails a roll then all the others then decide to do the same thing.
My rogue has missed enough traps that she is still wary even when she doesn't detect any.
Virgin meta gamer vs the Chad roleplayer
My DM gave me the ability to merge with a Ruin Stone, with the power to undo one mistake, at the cost of his existence. He would be erased from history, never to be remembered by the world. After what we thought was the final boss, we inadvertently opened a portal to a realm that had an army of Bone Devils awaiting to invade the material plane. Because our party wasn't knowledgeable about how portals work, we threw the key back into the portal in hopes of closing it. My character undid this mistake, ordering them to destroy the key as his final act of sacrifice. No one would know how he saved the world.
Now THAT is cool
thats really cool
To give a bit more background, my character was an apprentice archeologist who underwent a 50 year mission in the underdark with his master, who tragically died early in the journey. My character emerged with all his master's notes and his own bound in thick books on his back. His dream was to get these works published so he could honor his master's legacy. When he merged with the ruin stone, he got depressed and drunk, because he knew that it would now never happen. Even when on his deathbed, he would have to use the Ruin Stone to make sure no one could posess its power. Meaning that he and his master's work will all be for nothing, and he'd wind up just another unknown corpse in the Underdark. It literally went against everything my character had ever been until that point. The weight of that responsibility crushed him harder than any of the gravity spells he weilded.
@@redemption2 that is so tragic I love it
but no one would remember his command...
We're almost finished with Curse of Strahd, and every time Strahd has showed up to taunt us, my Paladin has Misty Stepped next to him and taken a swing. Early in the campaign, he barely acknowledged my presence. The most recent time, I actually hurt him pretty badly. Unfortunately, he decided to take two swipes in retaliation. Took me down to half health right before the Amber Temple. I think our DM just wanted to give my super-tank a reason to sweat a little
I actually finish the campaign today, and I played a Sorcerer. He was a smart idiot, aka smart but very naive. Strahd taunted my guy, and he played around with my Sorcerer. We moved stuff around so we did the Amber temple earlier, like before the dinner reservation. The temple and Strahd in it legit push my guy to his limits, enough that he stopped taking Sorcerer levels to take Paladin levels. Enough to get smite evil before the final fight. Also whenever Strahd came around after the temple, I just ignored him and embarrassed him.
Felt good when I finally took away his smug grin. I didn't kill him but that dumb Sorcerer he loved to used as a puppet and try to make his appearance, did over 70% of his health to him.
That's badass ngl
It seems to me the opposite happened to the DM
I treat all of barovia as if it were castle ravenloft in my cos campaign. Strahd literally pops up wherever he wants.
Now I want to play with a bard to taunt him back
My sorcerer (with a god complex, serious narcissism, and a very near-masochistic love of fire) was separated from the party and encountered a doppleganger bbeg masquerading as her. She realized that the only way to buy time for the party to arrive was to weaponize her narcissism and try to seduce herself. If the doppleganger resisted, it would be outed as the fake. When the party arrived she signalled for the party to fireball both of them as they made out on the floor because, again, if the doppleganger flinched at the idea of fire they'd be outed as the fake.
She ended up finishing that encounter with only a sliver of health, then immediately taking herself out with a firebolt to the head because she figured that dying a martyr would be good for her naicent cult and no one was allowed to kill her but herself. My next character was, of course, a member of her cult who worshipped her as a goddess.
I like that story! Cool!
Now you're someone who will be fun to play with.
If i was dm. I would have made that character rise as a minor god of fire
If enough people think you're a God you are.
Wait, you rolled up a character to worship your previous character? I think we found the REAL narcissist of the story! xD
We were in curse of Strahd, and my cowardly young cleric who had really struggled getting close to people had gotten attached to another player's gruff, -seriously-has-seen-some-shit ranger. They had a sort of brotherly friendship starting. Well, while getting overwhelmed by some evil druids and mud men, the ranger was low on health and climbing up a statue to try and get a gem, and one of our foes was climbing up after him, trying to haul him down.
My cleric up to this point had a spell up and was managing to hold his own against some of the druids, but seeing his friend in danger, he dropped the spell protecting him and instead attacked the foe climbing up after the ranger.
He saved his friend but was then promptly hacked to pieces by the mud men. I then rolled two nat 1s on his death saving throws.
oof, died as a true hero
@@Shrapucino And the ranger has seen a little more shit now, damn xD
Bling Wraith “NOOOOO NOT AGAIN 😭😭😭”
Holy shit that's cursed, but that's also the type of shit I live to see in DnD. Such an insane moment.
In one of my parties, we were fighting the big bad, a godly sort of being that couldn't be defeated, only delayed. We had a method of sealing him indefinitely in a crystal, but even then, there was a chance of him spending the next few thousand years forcing his way out of it. So one of our players, who had always (IC) felt not-quite-at-home in the party put himself in the crystal along with the big bad, to fight him eternally and prevent his escape. Was good shit. My character ended up growing a memorial garden to all of the group's lost companions.
What a fucking chad
Not physically damage, but more so character damaging.
I had made my made my character "Juno" hate his father due to his past of drug selling and getting Juno's mother addicted who eventually died of an overdose shortly before his father left. So he set out on a journey to find and kill him, we had planned for him to realize that his father wasn't as bad it he seemed and had changed in the 17 years that had gone by but my DM played the cards too early so this never happened and thus he killed his father while he was a half boat half human due to magic plants
Atleast was got a memorable moment out of it.
"Son...I'm-"
*Monk punch*
Half boat? How doest that work?
@@emberdragon4248 Weird cursed boat thing, the souls of the crewmates fused into the boat thanks to the help of spiderlike creatures we found and killed, his body had yet to decompose/been eaten so that's why he was apart of it
That's Hilarious
Whoa! You REALLY meant half boat! Lol!
I assumed it was a typo for half "boar" as in a wereboar or something! Cool!
Dove face-first into a tavern window. I was playing a homebrew harpy rogue, and I flew through the window because I couldn't see glass.
4:14 Needless to say, the DM was NOT expecting that reaction lol
It was a really shitty thing to do and i assume the dm didn't discussed it with the paladin first. So the dm kinda deserved it
They should have.
Imagine the DM actually meant to have the paladin carry on with the story only for that to happen
Hey this person who is entirely on this righteous crusade to get her the ability to return home so she can finally see her family again after all these years and everything that happened. Imma kill her entire family including children and scatter their corpses around in front of where they are going. And that's not even the funniest part paladin the highest level revival spell won't even work on them. Isn't that funny.
It sounds to me like the dm didn't want to have to deal with her family and her not wanting to keep adventuring and he thought this plot hook would fuel her and keep her wanting to adventure now that there was nothing to return to and only punish those who did it.
She gave her life to the cause and when the one thing she wanted to see her family again couldn't happen in life. She moved onto to the next one where she could be with them again.
Tldr version Dm thought it would be easier to keep her character going if he killed her attachments. Not understanding that her attachments where the only thing holding her there. And unable to revive them left her no other option but to die to see them again.
I am assuming but just because I have seen like 3 different dms do this and have seen players drop out entirely not just the character the players.
Every time someone dropped out was for the same reason.
"I didn't want to have to find a reason to keep your character going so killing them was easier"
all of them basically the same story.
@@blueee0088 I dunno. Personally i would've loved it if i were in the player's shoes, maybe OP digs that kind of stuff too? But yeah, i can see how most people would be very dissapointed/mad about it
that doesn't count as any of those two things but I played a very dumb character who got to say "if I'm dumb as you say, may the gods strike thunder where I stand!"
It was in an universe were gods are more than pleased to punish humans for dumb things or take the bait in these kind of situations, and I was struck by lightning, almost died and got a permanent curse and now every time there's a storm I will be stroke by thunder (yes, even if I'm indoors or underground, because divine punishment).
I perfectly knew this was gonna happen and in fact I genuinely thought my character was going to die. But I felt like I had to do it because it was hilarious in the situation and my character was in a situation where there was no way she wasn't going to say these exact words
I can only think of the DBZA abridged Frieza going "Ha, nice try jackass. Next time give it your A gane" after being struk by lightning.
Feel like that's just your DM being a dick :p Getting hit... Yeah, fair.
The whole 'storms always zap you anywhere' is just, painfully stupid.
I did the same thing intentionally on a kender cleric-rogue hybrid. The strategy is deliberately getting myself on as many neutral/evil dieties' radar as possible and pissing them off (which is aided by my clerical knowledge of theology), then getting as close as possible or inside the enemies so that the collateral damage from being smited thricefold takes out as many enemies as possible.
@@deathpyre42 wouldn't the gods find it more punishing to not divinally explode you that the enemies kick your ass and you die in vain?
@@mitsunitaiko1742 Yea but the dm was stoned.
I brought in one of my favorite characters (or rather, a sort of alternate version of himself from another campaign if he'd made different life choices). An aspiring Paladin of Bahamut kobold turned Druid after dropping out (for lack of a better descriptor), Paladin School to live his own life instead of the one his abusive father wanted him too.
There was a dragon going around razing cities, and he had a laser gun and ammunition he picked up from a Nautiloid earlier in the adventures. They were fighting it face to face and it was completely destroying the party, so he had a plan: take out himself and the dragon with him, by using a Call Lightning spell he set up earlier. He didn't have time to throw the ammo, the action it would have taken to bundle and throw the energy ammunition was the same as the action needed to set off Call Lightning in the current turn.
So, he did what he'd done in every campaign when the odds were stacked against him. Sacrificed himself to save his friends. Snap decision, no second-thoughts, no regrets. Run in, get under the big dragon, Call Lightning to rupture the energy cells and set them off at once in a big boom.
It worked, too. There was nothing of him left when the dust settled, and the dragon was dead. In the words of the little eulogy that was given to him after that: He may have been a kobold, but in that moment he had the heart of a dragon.
Your kobold showed that dragon the power of a true “breathe weapon” lol
The worst thing I've ever done to one of my character's can be called a fate worse than death.
I was playing a good Alchemist Cirugion (essentially a full on doctor for the party with the ability to toss damaging and healing bombs). For a bit of back ground this character was a hired help that joined the party after my cleric Lost her powers and set off on a pilgrimage to recover them.
Due to being a doctor my character essentially had a version of the hypocratic oath. Where he would not harm others unless they seeked to harm him or others. After a while of traveling with the party he had pretty much become part of the group and after being accidentally related to the death of another character was even more adamant of keeping the others alive.
This came into a head when a recurring character made him a deal of sorts. He was a form of trickster god accidentally manifested by the party and he had been going around and helping/hindering the group at random.
In that moment he made a deal. I would have 1 party member draw from the deck of many things and risk them being in danger. Or draw 5 cards himself.
Given the story you can probably see what came from it.
I won't say all the cards as only 2 really matter. He had his alignment reversed and was transformed into a magical item. After some extra dice Rollin to determine what he became he turned into the book of damned. A book so evil he corrupted kilometers of area around him into unholy ground and would kill any one good aligned that touched him. He was swiftly taken by a demon lord who coveted the book.
Is he conscious as the book?
@@emberdragon4248 Yes, he's a sentient magic item
@@fabiomp199 nier gestalt/replicant moment💀
Background. My character was a child born into a very powerful family with a extremely prestigious line of mages, the bloodline was extremely rich in magic power. The campaign I was playing in had an interesting world function, everyone had some form of magic regardless of class even if it was only for role play or aesthetic purposes. A barbarian rage would be innate nature magic bolstering the barbarian or simple magic sparks being created by a rage. Despite this, my character was born with zero magic power whatsoever, due to this his mother and father ostracized him from the family ashamed of their son, they confined him to stay inside the castle. He was able to live a comfortable life with all the amenities but my character desired to please his father greatly. He trained and exercised to keep up with magic users but due to his young age and inexperience it was in vain. There he met his mentor who taught and trained him in an old sword style, his mentor had lost his family to a vile Sickness in his home country. He adapted his sword technique for my magicless character and my character was finally learning how to fight. At an unspecified point my character stumbled upon a secret room learning that his family had been dealing with demons and devils for power. He confided in his teacher and alerted the authorities, his family home was stripped and 3 days later demons snuck in the night and killed his family and singular sister who was the only blood related person he had who treated him normally, his teacher died giving him the time to escape. My character believed the curse and shame of his family fell upon his shoulders as dealing with demons and devils resulted in innocents dying horrible vile deaths. Many years later my character is one of the strongest humans in existence alongside his party. My character had recently discovered the secret behind his magiclessness. In exchange for no magic he had gained the ability to manifest a mark of power which would vastly increase his strength, speed, dexterity, and perception. In the final battle my charecter had recently consumates his relationship with his lover 2 days before the fight promising they would be together forever. The party was on its last legs and so was the bbeg, the barbarian was rolling death saving throws, the healer was on her last spell, the rogue had lost a hand, the warlock was dead, so was the ranger. My character was the only one still standing besides the BBEG. The healer casted her last heal on me and my charecter resolved to finish the job once and for all. The thing is he had always planned to die Fighting the BBEG and dying to save the world so that the sins of his bloodline could be cleansed he turned to face the BBEG who's face was filled with panicked rage. The most cinematic sequences of rolls then occurred as my fighter went one on one with the BBEG both screaming in rage and exertion. My charecter was offering every last once of strength in his body to fight the BBEG, a homebrew ability which allowed Charecters to Burn through health to do more damage. Under these conditions the mark awakened on my charecters face as he broke through the BBEGs defense losing his entire left arm and eye and slamming his broken blade against the neck of the BBEG. I rolled one last strength check and rolled incredibly high, sorry no nat 20 story here and managed to decapitate the BBEG ending the fight, my charecter collapsed to the floor gasping for breath as his body seized up unable to do anything except breath hurriedly as he bled out. He stumbled to his feet and limped towards the summit of a collapsed building to witness the rising sun. There a vision of his mentor and sister appeared in front of him and spoke with him they said that he was on the edge. He was tired they opened their arms and embraced him releasing him from the sins of his family and being reunited with his true one. My characters soul exited his body and watched extraplanarly at his now still body, eyes closed and resting peacefully. He looked back as the barbarian sprinted towards his body cradling and sobbing for his best friends death as the cleric limited closer dragging their stabilized friends with her also crying. My character turned back at his true family and they went together to heaven. The DM went on in the exposition that my charecters lover ended up having my characters child and visited my charecters grave all the time. When she died from old age they reunited in heaven and reincarnated together into a more peaceful time. It was beautifully narrated and made our players cry. definitely the most dramatic thing I've done
This is the longest comment I’ve ever read.
Frickin’ epic!
That entire story would make an epic movie.
@@ApostleOfCats same
Mutants and masterminds: My pc one shots the BBEG in first encounter. I looked at the DM and realized he just watched months of hard work go to waste. I asked if the building was crumbling from damage me and the BBEG did going through walls. He said yes, so i spent my hero points on holding it up while everyone else escaped. He said he would have let me escape too. I just said it was my appology for ruining so much work.
A good method of apologizing 👍
How tf do you one shot the BBEG
@@stubbornviking8548 Be stronk, get a crit, have a vulnerability that you just so happen to be dope at, have a poorly balanced BBEG who's too easy.
I was a happy-go-lucky Artificer gnome who died by sacrificing himself for his party by goblins. My party was so upset that they carried my body with them so that an amateur cleric we were escorting could maybe somehow revivify me. We were in a temple that the goblins desecrated and they used this ritualistic slab as a place where they would have blood sacrifices to their evil gods. So they put me on the slab and cast revivify. So I'm like. Wait. Why would you revive me on a slab that was used as human sacrifices to an evil God? 🤦🏻♂️ So I asked the DM if this stupid decision could negatively affect my character and he was like well....yeah that actually makes sense. So my awesome amazing Artificer couldn't use his magic anymore, because he was converted into a lycanthrope Blood Hunter. He became a crazy monster killing character who the rest if the party hated. One of my friends was like why did you make him an uncaring asshole? I was like YOU REVIVED ME ON A SLAB THAT WAS USED FOR BLOOD SACRIFICES. What did you think would happen? Long story short, my character proceeded to transform into a werewolf, get blood frenzied, and kill the amateur cleric because I was forced to roll a d8 to see who I mauled next. Then, the villain of the first portion, who was masquerading as a hero, appeared, and we found out during the quest, that he's actually a villain was attacked by my crazy gnome, because he felt that evil needed to be extinguished. I was rendered to dust by the villain with an 8th level divine smite. Then he threatened the rest if the party to keep their mouths shut about his secret an, and disappeared. Everyone in my party was pissed at me for the changes that were made to my character after the revival, and I was blamed for the death of the cleric who was meant to be a major character later on, but I stand by what happened. Shit happens 🤷🏻♂️
Nowhere near your fault.
They picked the wrong place to revive, their fault completely.
Bro really said "fuck you" amd ruined everyones time for a random detail
Awesome
I once mentioned that my character would attempt to resist being raised from the dead due to his beliefs about the accounting of his personal accomplishments. My Hobgoblin Fighter believed his soul's worth was dictated by the opponents he had overcome and what challenges he had survived and persevered through.
Being brought back from the dead was like wiping away the pride and honor that he had earned up until that point.
While fleeing an enemy faction, warning the party that trouble was on the way tripped and fell into a ditch(done intentionally to show how truely incompetent my tabaxi princess was at movement that they are typically good at)then while prone attempted to throw my knife at an enemy who just landed in the ditch but failed the roll and threw it into her foot, somehow doing so made the enemy warrior laugh so hard he jumped out of the ditch said “stupid bitch killed herself falling on her knives!” And they left. The character was supposed to be a secret Ally later in the game but never got that far because the party couldn’t be serious enough for our dm. The quote “I don’t give a fuck I cast fireball down the hallway at the loud echoing steps” sums it up pretty well. The wizard killed the person who was supposed to give us the quest, the last of his kin.
So my party had a fun encounter with the King in Yellow, and we had the book right there. We didn't read it, but we did realize that the NPCs around the area were in fact directly from the book, so in order to figure out what we were dealing with, my character read *all of it.*
Is this the part where someone says PANR has tuned in
Mayhaps
@@postapocalypticnewsradio ey! Your influence is increasing!
@@gabe7109 excellent!
PANR has decided to start doing more than listen...
@@alexanderthegreat6682 To tell true, PANR is the only source for the latest goings on in the little corner of the post apocalyptic wasteland we call home.
I have a character who was imprisoned and tortured and violated in a Witch Hunt type situation in her back story. Consequently she developed a huge fear of holy people. When cornered by a holy person she attempted suicide. Fortunately, the holy person in question was not a bad person and helped save her life. But, the DM allowed me to bring myself immediately down to zero hit points and the dying condition with one self-inflicted blow. The idea being that hit points didn't matter because I wasn't trying to heroically survived the attack.
So my story wasn’t exactly something that couldn’t be avoided. In fact, I pretty much planned it with the DM. But here we go.
So, I’m playing a campaign based heavily on gothic literature in 1820 Europe (Dracula, Frankenstein, Hunchback of Notre Dame, to name a few.). It is EPIC. Among our earlier encounters was Dr. Jekyll, who tasked us with retrieving some ingredients for his experiments. He and my character started talking about his ideas at one point. See, my character has a blood curse she’s trying to remove. It will eventually destroy her mind and turn her into a monster. She’s been very unsuccessful thus far and time is ticking. So when she heard that Jekyll’s potion could potentially eliminate the “evil” in a person, she of course had to ask if it could even apply to magical effects…
And that’s how she secretly became Jekyll’s co-test subject. I now play two characters in this campaign and am LOVING the endless roleplay opportunities that came out of it.
Big one for me came as I was playing a character that was, among other things, a chaos incarnate (3e Incarnum class).
His whole thing was that he was the most anarcho-capitalist leaning dude you ever met to the point it literally empowered his abilities. "F*ck the police" is a personal motto.
After squashing an entire squad of halfling warriors (little more than cannon fodder to our level 6 characters) that had set an ambush on the road we were traveling, we reached the nearby town we didn't exactly know was there (prior campaign events left us in a random location that no one could identify.)
The party's monk, a lawful good ascetic, decides to carry one of the bodies with to see that at least one of them got a proper burial. Turns out they were the local militia that was expecting a rival city-state's militia to be who they ambushed. Whoops.
After some attempt to flee, we were taken into custody and given a choice; be executed for killing their soldiers in the middle of an ongoing conflict or be conscribed to aid in an archaeological endeavor nearby, presumably looking for some old-magic mcguffin to help with the war effort. Rest of the party chose the latter.
My character though, hated any kind of forced labor with the burning passion of 10,000 exploding suns. The enforcement mechanism was a magic tattoo that would allow those who know the command phrase to insta-kill the bearer. They placed these on us while my character was unconscious from the arrest and before the deal was offered. Upon learning this, I told the magistrate in no uncertain terms that I would NEVER be coerced like this and he'd better have one hell of a fighter to put me down because I wasn't gonna kneel for any headsman either. Meanwhile, every time the magistrate is speaking, I'm rolling use magic device checks to try and trigger some kind of release mechansim in the tattoo since I saw them on the soldiers we killed and figured there must be some deactivation command. Finally hit a successful check and died on the spot.
Quite proud of myself for having my character stick to his guns like that. One revival later, he continued on with the rest of the party on his own terms for loyalty to them and not because he was being compelled. 😎
For the first one, I would have said “I turn the corner, and begin to run towards the Lich, oblivious to to what’s just transpired” if I was fishing for a “wait, no!” type of interaction, instead of just announcing that I’ve already jumped
Also wall of force has a verbal component, they more than likely heard it being cast if they were a rogue who's supposed to be perceptive
@@1997Awesomedude at the same time, they might not be familiar with the verbal means of casting Wall of Force, and wouldn’t recognize the specific spell. Plus the verbal component could be in a different language than one they can understand. There’s plenty of ways to explain away why the rogue wouldn’t know this
I once had a character who broke down a magic door (the door was enchanted so that damage was reflected back, and the pain was experienced as an extreme shock up the body into the brain,) in order to get the entire party out of a room flooding with water that the BBEG trapped us in. My character was fine physically, I think total damage was 8 of my 26 total health, however, after enduring all that pain basically all at once I had to make a madness check to see if this broke me. It did end up breaking me so I decided to go the fun way. Part of my character's background was that he was a local in the land the party was travelling in which had outright banned magic, with a death penalty. He had been travelling for a while and was still prejudiced against it but as long as it aided him he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Until now. As part of my insanity I could now feel magic, as if the zaps to my brain unlocked something, and I sought out to destroy all magic around me. Starting with the nearest source: my own sword. Once that was done with I went for the second closest thing: the Paladin, as divine magic is still a form of magic, so said the DM. So naturally as part of RP I began to fistfight the paladin who was still armed, and the rest of the party began to join in. It was overall a fun fight, and they didn't manage to kill me either. I was instead, sealed away in a magic soul gem forever surrounded by and trapped with all I hated.
During a heavily inspired Greek themed part of a campaign, my dwarven pirate had failed a DEX save and gotten his leg grabbed by Heracles. In an attempt to not be killed, he cut off his own foot at the ankle with a swift cut of his pole axe. He then proceeded to run away.
I was playing an Aarakocra monk a couple of years ago. Our party was trying to sneak into the cabin of this creepy old man living in the forest to try to find out some information pertaining to our quest. All we knew was that this guy was an old and powerful wizard. We go in, and my character notices a bunch of shiny trinkets on a shelf. I had decided that as a bird person, he would have an obsession with shiny objects. Any time I encountered something very shiny, I would roll a d20 to determine if I would be entranced by it. Long story short, I failed my roll and alerted the old man, which turned out to be a polymorphed ancient dragon. No deaths fortunately, but still a wild encounter. I miss that character, he was a lot of fun.
I was playing a celestial patron warlock chef; instead of a normal adventure log, I was keeping a recipe book (I actually wrote one for my group using my found ingredients). One morning as we awoke at our camp, I saw a snail crawling off in the distance, and NEEDED a new ingredient. I really only had Charisma and Wisdom, with a bit of Intelligence; I wasn't a combatant, but rather just a chef who saw a party in need of some food and healing, so 8 strength, 10 dexterity, and like 12 constitution. But despite my low physical abilities, I started sneaking up on this snail. It kept scooting along, oblivious I was stalking it. I kept approaching, trying to be stealthy, trying to sneak up on it, but it saw me, and immediately turned. I was close, so I lunged at it. I flung myself forward, hitting the actually-large snail mid-air, as it was illusioned into a small snail. It began moving considerably fast with me hanging on to its shell, trying to bite it and whack it with my frying pan. Con save: I was getting poisoned by it, inflicting paralysis, as it excreted some mucus and kept thwacking me with its eyes. The whole time, my party was just laughing at me stalking this snail, desperately trying to melee it down as a caster, and then paralyzed for like a week (which sucked), but I still got the last laugh when I managed to use the snail to make deliciously toxic escargot to feed to some goblins, and added escargot to my recipe book for that session. (The goblins also taught me how to make dwarf foie gras, which got my character arrested at the end of the campaign.)
The message in the end is exactly what I needed to hear today, and I did NOT expect for it to come from a dnd video. Thank you so much for these words of kindness.
I always try to end videos here with a bunch of kindness. I know it's not always welcome and I'm not always the most helpful, but.. It's just about spreadin a bit of love ya know?
Our DM gave us a "Wand of Disintegration" which appeared to do what it said on the tin. Anything we shot with it disappeared. Out of game we realised this was too easy and after some brainstorming worked out that this wand doesn't disintegrate. It teleports. To some inconvenient time in the future, probably before the BBEG encounter. But our PCs don't know this.....that encounter is going to be tough. So far there's going to be a giant spider, a werewolf, a witch, about 15 zombies, 2 fishmen and a big rock that we tested it on first. And our rogue isn't going to stop using it any time soon, as she found out it recharges 1 charge every in game day.
I had my 70 year old human paladin suffer a heart attack after multiple failed saves vs a dragon’s fear aura. This was 3.5
But...
3.5 paladins are immune to all effects of normal and magical fear...
@@jankurek2160 he was a grey guard paladin between atonements.
One of my favorite characters was a Redemption Paladin of Tyr. I had to temporarily retire my Monk due to a plot point in the story turning him into a villain, as his gauntlets became corrupted by the BBEG, in turn getting him possessed by one of the BBEG's warriors. So while my Monk was out doing villain things, I brought in a Redemption Paladin. In his life he was a Paladin of Conquest, a soldier that carved his way through different enemies, and fought like a monster - until he began to realize that the harsh life he lived was not the right path, changing his Oath to redeem himself and jumping from a less good god to Tyr.
When the party met up with him, he was immediately helpful, helping them fight the bad guys and healing their injuries with his spells and lay on hands. He was meant to be an emissary of good, to show that the party had been going the wrong way as they never helped the places they left after the fights were over.
But one extra thing. For context, the DM gave each of us a homebrew magic item that complimented the character. They were powerful and gave us the ability to take down big-ass bosses. However, the DM forgot that a lot of our classes got abilities that get a lot more powerful when you crank up the damage and give bonus effects. As a result, we ended up having an easy time coasting through encounters. And as a result, he created a monster that we could not kill, had op spells, op stats, wayyyy too high HP, etc.
So that's a new character, on a class that begins to fall off in power at the levels we were at, without a magic item that supported his kit up against a big ass evil monster that no one could kill because the DM "Hated that he couldn't keep his villains". And for added context, everyone else was squishier characters. So here I am, using all my abilities, my aura, etc and this character just eventually dies due to it casting METEOR SWARM. FUCKING METEOR SWARM. Because my ass failed the save. I didn't say it, but I was mad at my DM for that.
I wasn't going to subscribe. Until your outro. You are the positive attitude we need in the world. It is my sincere wish that you only ever change in the ways you wish.
Love you Otter, please stay safe, smile and keep on workin on yourself mate.
And welcome to the club!
I just started a new campaign two weeks ago, playing a sorcerer. We had all shown our DM our sheets before the session, and he saw that two of us used spell casting classes... and decided that the campaign will require us to hide our magic. Virtually every decision I've made so far has either been completely useless, or gotten me punished because I can't read the DM's mind, leaving me with no idea what to do.
So I've decided, based on the five minute session we had today (second of the campaign; short because the DM forgot how to use a calendar and scheduled it on the same day as a different campaign he's in, playing once a month) that, if the opportunity arises, I'm going to have my character off himself, because his presence clearly puts the party at risk. I'm not happy being relegated to being a guy with just three knives and a stick, and having half the party handicapped because we chose the wrong classes with no advance warning.
Played a 5e mystic in a game a while ago just after they came out, but before everyone banned them. Was very obviously the most powerful character in the party. In an encounter with the BBEG where we weren’t really supposed to stop him, just be impressed by how powerful he was and listen to his monologue, I rolled really well on initiative, walked up, and rolled some crits and took him down first turn. Wasn’t really my intention, just how the dice came up. Anyway, I could tell the DM wasn’t super happy about that but he’s a very fair guy and respects the dice rolls that come up. Anyway, looting the bosses treasure hoard, the party wizard inspects the corpse of the boss, and finds that his helmet is still perfectly intact, and it’s made of some black steel or something and has some magical properties. Wizard, being dumb, immediately puts the helmet on without casting identify or something, and gets possessed. Turns out, helmet is basically The One Ring, and now the wizard is evil. He tries to kill the party, and fails because mystics are incredibly overpowered. My character takes the helmet and I sort of realize what the deal is, but my character wouldn’t due to some plot reasons that are overly convoluted and I won’t get into here. Anyway, I realize that the item is basically designed to get one of the PCs to replace the BBEG that I killed. I sort of feel bad for killing the BBEG early so I want to be the one that has to have character death, and frankly I didn’t really want to play a mystic anymore because nothing is a challenge to a mystic. So I end up putting the helmet on, and actually making the ridiculous wisdom save to not get possessed by the spirit that lives inside the helmet. So my alignment instead switches to NE and my goals align with the previous wearers of the helmet, but I’m still in control of my character. Got to role play being the villain and that might be some of the most fun I’ve had.
TLDR: Felt guilty for killing the BBEG so became one myself
First time on this channel and have to say - you are amazing. No funny background music, no useless funny comments, no robot voice, no ads. Thank you.
My DM was running a homebrew campaign, in which I played a dragonborn barbarian. He had set up a hallway with damaging runes that activated like laser sensor shotguns that dealt elemental damage of each type. I ran through and Leeroy Jenkins'd my way through every single trap, nearly dropping in the process. My party had to expend most of their healing to keep him up, but he went through the last few traps undaunted. He was getting absolutely wrecked by the traps until he got to the last one and stupidly ran through, failed his only Con save he needed to make, and got poisoned for an hour. funnily enough he survived and took out an entire room of traps made to keep us out of an area within the cave that was cut off for a reason. I loved that moment because Barbarians for the win, screw the traps and the careful meticulous planning, the best route is always the most simple and fastest one.
I (player) lied to the party about the identity of a serial killer we were investigating because my character had run into him, and he modified her memory to think it was someone else. The whole encounter was played out, and i didn't know who it really was but i knew that my character's memories were wrong. Long story short, i went ham in rp and the party didn't suspect a thing, and we ended up in jail, the warden of which is the real serial killer, and my character ends up dead. Oops.
In a campaign I played through my senior year of college, I played a Tiefling Bard with abandonment issues, and I thought a fun way to flavor that was through anxiety attacks. So, starting around session 4, I would occasionally roll wisdom saves against my own spell save DC for vicious mockery and take the damage. Over the course of the campaign, my character grew, eventually taking the resilient feat to gain proficiency in wisdom saves, and it honestly was really fun.
One of my friends characters was incredibly hyper and chased after action. We were going through a dungeon, and in an upcoming hallway there were 2 holes, one leading to good things, and one leading to bad. My friend jumped down the good hole, but wasn’t able to tell me because I wasn’t able to catch up in time to see the drop. I guessed wrong
When Strahd first showed up in our CoS run, our characters didn't know what he was, and when trying to convince him of something my Sorcerer cast Charm Person - but I'm a Wild Magic Sorcerer. The DM tells me to roll on the surge table and I score the "roll 10 times on the table for the next 1 minute" result. I ended up killing a bunch of people around me and even hurt some of the other PCs in the process. It was a glorious moment for RP
My character ended up back at his home town while trailing ahead on a blood cult, and decided to stop in on his family (Father, Pregnant Mother, and twin sisters, roughly 13 y/o). Apparently my level 17 Paladin of Torm, clad in a shining bulwark of Angelic Plate, wielding a Sacred Lance (Holy Avenger, but a lance), was the talk of the town, making it easy for the cultists to track me down.
They hit me with a Geas scroll, and I biffed the save *hard*.
"Kill your family".
And that's why my Paladin has retired, completely traumatized at finding his father headless, his sisters fused into a single lump of divinely torched coal, and his pregnant mother disembodied, with his armor and weapon drenched in blood...
My DM goes hard, and I love the impact it left.
Hey man, I needed to hear that last bit. I want to go into the art and animation industry in order to be able to tell my stories and make my own worlds, so I started focusing on relearning art. I think I’m making alright progress, maybe work on my stability and prowess on lines a bit more, study some anatomy, but it’s progress. But then you see all these talented artists, some far better than you at such young ages. It’s pretty demoralizing. But I want to do it, regardless of whether or not I’m able to.
In a custom campaign, I sent the godess of magic to the Astral Plane as a way to check that they were real. In the game, magic was illegal and the gods were captured. I lost my vocal chords permanently, lost magic for the boss encounter that happened next, and lost some homebrew buffs.
Curse of Strahd Campaign. My halfling profane soul blood hunter gives chase to Morganta, who is his arch-nemesis according to his backstory.
DM: And she vanishes right before your eyes, cackling, stepping to Ethereal Plane.
Me: I turn around towards my party, give them last look. "Don't bring me back unless you see her body". Put my short sword against my neck and puncture the carotid artery.
DM: ...
Party: ...wut just happened.
DM: Ok. Party, you see your cheerful comrade falling from his steed, blood spraying, still smiling, as his eyes close in acceptance of his choice. Brave blood hunter, you find yourself in the colourless world where souls linger unable to leave Barovia. You see Morganta's figure running, 30 ft. away from you. Roll initiative.
And then he has managed to butcher the hag, and passed 3 death saves in a row. Yet he never was the same - got some soul damage and had to made some questionable deal with Mother Night patron to keep the soul intact.
Most recently, my character failed an arcana check to understand what an elder tempest was before we decided where to go, even though I knew full well what it was. So a party of level 7 adventurers all wandered into the lair of a living storm, and nearly got TPKd before they could escape on round 3.
My Dhampir Tabaxi Rogue (level 2) accidently outed himself as being part vampire when, while low on HP, he Bit and Drained the enemy goon of health, in order to regain the hp he'd lost - Nat20 on the attack, so 2d4s were rolled, for a 7, plus 2 from Con Mod, brought me nearly up to full hp. Thing is, this was done in full view of the others, who didn't know about me being a dhampir, and one of the Party is a Dwarf Paladin Acolyte, who got a 22 on an Insight check to realize that healing after biting someone isn't something most catfolk are capable of doing - so, yeah, I got to do some explaining the next time we play. I'm looking forward to it actually.
Now, the real damager is the Bugbear Artificer. 15 Intelligence, but just 6 Wisdom - our DM friend let him do a custom point buy thing. He's always asking - "Would my character know what's going on? What can I do? Oh, what does pulling on this gold crown do? (knocks out the Orc Fighter and Dwarf Paladin due to falling rocks) Oops! (My guy threatened his character over that one, as he barely dodged the major damage - Level 1 at the time.)" To be fair, the guy is on the Autism Spectrum, if undiagnosed, but it's like he's not wise enough to just swing his hand axe and light hammer, while taking advantage of his Long Limbs - to be fair, he has an 8 in Strength - but he seems to be afraid to take the penalty, despite his tactical advantage - but the guy Can use cantrips, yet doesn't use them.... he's alright once he gets on a good roll though, and sometimes his antics are funny.
Tackled the campaign's sub-boss, a wizard who had kept us on our toes and who was the personal nemesis of my character, who was also a wizard. Both of us went off the edge of a cliff, and as he tried to cast spell after spell to get out of both of our inevitable dooms, I cast counter-spell, and thus both of us were destroyed when we finally impacted down below, locked in each other's arms.
I've always been a Sherlock Holmes fan.
Did you have a respirator?
@@s.e.111films3 I don't follow.
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Did Sherlock survive that fall with Moriarty because he had a respirator, or am I remembering wrong?
@@s.e.111films3 In the short stories he just does. No respiration devices other than plot armor.
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Gotcha. Sorry for the confusion.
i played a thief, and in one encounter we were in a dungeon, everyone was ko'd and the boss hadn't noticed me yet since i was late to the battle (was stealing stuff ofc) and i was horribly outmatched but remembered that i had picked up a cursed apple that turns any biological material it touches to stone (stone keeps spreading on whatever touched it till completely encased) , so i took it out my bag with it still wrapped in a thick cloth i tried to sneak behind the boss and planned to touch him with the apple but failed my stealth and was noticed he hit me and knocked the apple out my hand and out of the cloth so out of despiration my thief grabbed the apple bare handed and managed to toss it and hit the boss on the side of the head, the boss is defeated and my thiefs hand is stone and its spreading up his arm so i make the choice to sever the arm but i had to anything thieving related like lockpicking
Mine was probably with my Oath of Redemption Paladin.
My party members and I were facing a lich. Wall of force was cast by it with the intent of splitting the group from each other.
After a few turns, my paladin watches as it delivers a round of attacks on her teammates. She's furious, knowing she cannot help them.
In a rage, she does the one thing she can and goads it, calling it a coward by hiding behind its walls, and to aim all it's got at her instead of shooting at those trapped.
There's shocked silence from the DM and my fellow players, before the DM sighs, the walls drop, and the lich casts a Ray of Disintegration at her.
She fails the save. It hits. My girl just, JUST, stays alive with enough HP.
My group is now horrified, asking why I would do that.
Me: "I activate Rebuke the Violent." (The Lich has to take the damage it just dealt on a failed save, or half on a save).
There's another shocked silence.
The DM: "The f***ing crazy son of a--"
as far as i know this shouldn't actually work. Rebuke the Violent is only on attack rolls, and also only on attacks made against someone other than you. am I missing something?
Thank you Brian, that little message at the end.. I kinda really needed that, been having some issues for a while now, trying to recover from some bad decisions when I was younger. Some people have been concerned for me that I'm getting up there and not really moving like they think i should, but i've been taking things slow so that i make sure i do the right things.. and now i have reassurance that i am indeed doing the right thing, and knew i was being smart for moving slow and taking my steps carefully.
In princes of the apocalypse, I let my vampire mom turn me in front of the entire party because my character a) has been trying to find her mom the entire campaign and b) had no idea what a vampire was because she'd spent most of her life in the plane of fire.
The story of the paladins family being slaughtered seems like a dick move on the DM’s part. UNLESS this was discussed with the player prior to the event.
I’ve wanted a character of mine to die due to something similar. when I was playing a dwarf wizard (Tizard the wizard) I had written into my character that I had witnessed a figure walking down an alleyway hiding an object when an assassin slit the mans throat with a dagger. I found the object (my characters spell book) and wanted it to be a thing I could investigate throughout the campaign. Session one as soon as I describe my character and his unique spell book the dm had a dwarf god turn it into ash and say it was worthless (my character didn’t care about the gods or think he should worship them. reliance of ones self was more important than worship to him)
The campaign ended up not happening because most players stopped going.
Now I DM my own group and try my best to include any character plot hooks my players desire.
Yeah it seemed like the pc wanted a nice end to her story… and the dm wanted to have a plot twist to keep her story going
Best campaign I've been involved in was years back, using ICE's Rolemaster system.
The plot involved time portals - we'd visit the same location as a small village, a larger town and a capital city . Several weird things happened in that place - my character Joe being bitten and thus transforming into a werewolf by a future version of himself ... My other character killing himself due to a massive fumble roll....
By far the worst mistake was us not actually working out the time travel shizzle, even though the DM was making massive hints. One point, we were in the town version and ended up saving it from bad guys. In doing so, our paladin set rules regarding weapons inside the city.
We left, and later came back . So, there we are in the now city. Front and centre is a statue to a paladin. Cue a perception roll. We failed, but the DM tried to pity us (he needed us to work out the time travel to move the story on.) . Not a scooby that we'd been here.. We walk in armed to the teeth, forgetting we had instituted this rule. Arrested. Our escape attempts caused the death of three of our party due to the afformentioned fumble roll.
We were fighting gargoyles, ghouls and a wight. I spat in the face of the gargoyles to call their attention, on top of trying to get the ghouls to feast to draw them from my comrades. Unfortunately only the first plan worked. Maybe if I doff'd my armor they'd of been more tempted.
(Squishy little artillerist artificer)
ngl, i spaced out the last half, until the positivity at the end, i needed that today so thank you
Props to anyone for not meta-gaming knowing their character wouldn't die if they did, but died because they didn't. I love you.
Your message at the end was lovely. Here, take a tip and keep up the great content.
i was playing a variant human barbarian, i was on the third floor of an inn while the rest of the party was being mugged outside so, desperate to defend his friends, he jumped out of the window and landed on a kobold cultist killing him instantly but "Krieg Rager" also took 25 damage and broke both legs his in character reasoning being "i helped didnt i?"
Read to the end for a funny surprise.
The following happened in a Castelvania-style mini campaign in which my party and I all ended up cursed to either attempt to find and slay a master necromancer or end up his undead thrall within a month's time.
We faced off against the penultimate boss (second-to-last for those who do not know that word), It happened to be a giant puppet with four arms suspended by strings and there were four iron maidens positioned around it on 10-foot-high pedestals.
Only one party member had faced the enemy before in a previous campaign, but they said nothing to the rest of us about it.
The creature looked to our rogue and its gaze required a charisma saving throw that they failed. And so, they lost most of the temporary hit points our cleric provided during a previous encounter. No big loss, right?
Wrong!
The puppet manifests a small puppet in one of its arms that it holds onto for the time-being.
The strings suspending the puppet resist all except for slashing damage. I am one of two in the party with a slashing weapon and I figure I can disable whatever arm is holding the puppet alongside my rogue. So, I set about doing just that, starting with the arm holding the puppet that manifested from the boss' gaze simply glaring at our rogue. I succeed. So far so good, right?
Yes and no.
The boss targets me next with its glare and I fail my charisma save, because, why would I, as a fighter, in a hack-and-slash mini campaign need that? Another puppet appears in another of its arms as it transfers the one puppet fashioned from our rogue to a functioning arm.
I spend the next few rounds of combat attempting to disable the limbs in a counter clockwise order, but that places my fighter, who has the lowest initiative, distant from the rogue. And this is when the magic happens.
The boss stashes the puppet made from the rogue's essence into one of the iron maidens, the one that happens to be the farthest from my fighter at the time. What happens is that the rogue swaps places with the puppet, imprisoning him within an iron maiden and subjecting him to damage over time for every round he fails an athletics check. The rest of the party tries freeing them, but I am too far and too low on the initiative to help, plus, I have to deal with avoiding the same thing happening to my fighter.
Our cleric attempts floating up to free our rogue. He fails. Our artificer tries enlarging our cleric so he can free our rogue. No go. Our rogue drops to zero HP and the iron maiden opens up. At this point, I have disabled most of the boss's arms, but it is too late. Our rogue...is now a zombie under enemy control.
Our cleric tries to end charmed effects on our undead ally. Turns out, no, there are no charmed effects in play.
I try destroying the puppet made from the essence of the rogue in the hopes that it might return him to some semblance of normal. All I end up doing is destroying the puppet and restoring lost HP to the rogue.
After all our attempts to save and restore the rogue, we destroy the boss and are forced to kill the undead rogue who would otherwise proceed to try killing us.
The player who knew how the boss worked was also the one playing our rogue, and decidedly played dumb to avoid spoiling the encounter. Additionally, the player happens to be an artist who, for fun, drew a joke sketch relevant to the encounter to entertain the group.
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As for sacrifices of characters. I was playing the only front line combatant in a party of 5 in one game. We ended up being pursued by the big bag evil's second in command. A powerful samurai with a demonic sword. I turned to the party and gave the cheesy clichéd line, "I'll hold him off. Go." And proceeded to one v one the samurai while the party fled to safety. Where that character died grew a magnificent and sturdy tree that the party would go to from time to time and camp under the branches.
the last one made me tear a bit, good job
Thanks for that bit of support at the end.
At a LARP, and old buddy and I were going outside to look for someone, when we saw a bunch of NPCs using a stealth skill, and neither of us had the ability to see them. We walked deep into the crowd of NPCs before they dropped stealth and dropped us into bleedout. I remember making eye contact with my buddy before walking into them and just saying "we can't see them."
I actually really needed that thanks
One of my party member learned that the monster we were about to fight had the ability to reflect spells back at the caster. Said character couldn't tell this to my character before it was my turn to attack due to circumstances. I was playing a Magus. I used spellstrike and critted with a intensified shocking grasp. Almost one shotted myself :^)
When I was younger, I was obsessed with the idea of having wings, like Angel of the X-Men. In a long running campaign with myself and friends as PC’s post apocalypse, I had won a wish from an epic deity and was granted to be remade as a half-Celestial. I was able to put away my Wings of Flying as I now had my own. Later on, we faced a nigh invincible creature and were getting our butts handed to us. We were pulled into a pocket outside of time where the last of the old gods of our world (Bastet, Ymyr, Tiamat, and Cronus iirc) We were offered the remnants of their strength to save the world from this alien god, but having been deprived of prayers for so many centuries, they needed a sacrifice from each of us, the more important, the more power they could impart for the battle. As a player, and as a pc since the character was me aged up, I pulled out a garrote from my bag and began sawing through my own wings (appropriate damage, STR to make it quick, FORT and WILL not to pass out, plus healing magic). Sacrifice accepted, but I was told OOG by the DM that he was expecting us all to just give up some epic magic items that he had tailored to us earlier in the game.
.......my DM had a tendency to fuck me up with a Rug of Smothering multiple times, then with my Barb I walked into an old bandit hideout and was described the room, including a rug........I looked at my DM with sadness, he smiled.....I walked in without a care in the world.....
My character, Schneider, is a tiefling hexblade from another world. In that world there was a war between the tieflings and the assimar. He had a sword gave him incredible power, but it corrupted him. Became the avatar of pride. Killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people. Soon, an assimar girl named Emily, was sent to stop him. He had her on the ropes but, just as he was about to strike the final blow, he stoped. For the first time in over a decade, he was able to stop himself. He left her there. He started to question himself for the first time. Eventually he contained the part of himself that had been corrupted by the power. And vowed to never release the seal on the blade ever again. He started going to battlefields in search of Emily. They soon became rivals, then enemy's, then friends, then, more than friends. They were able to convince the two races to stop fighting. For 5 years there was peace between the races. They were happy. But, the tieflings and the assimar being at war was very profitable for most of the other races, so a group of humans captured Emily, Schneider was forced to unseal the blade to rescue her. The rage and hatred that resided in the blade took control of him. Emily threw herself in front of the blade in order to seal it away and save the one she loved. In only an hour my character had taken dozens of lives, including Emily. After being summoned this this new world, he is accompanied on his journey by her ghost. His mission is to bring her back to life. No matter the cost.
We found merchant who was selling cards from the deck of many things. My friend (who is my friend irl since second grade, and my character's role model) was just grabbing cards like crazy. He finally drew one of the BAD cards and had to duel an avatar of death (we were at level 5). I quickly drew one more card, and was able to use wish one time. I screamed "SAVE MY FRIEND!" and the avatar disappeared. My friend then continued drawing cards until there was only one card left in the deck and ended up having his alignment flipped to chaotic evil and imprisoned on another plane. Worst wish ever, but it's totally what my character would have done :p
My character went down to a Thunderwave spell and was thrown back into trees. After combat ended, an argument broke out between 2 characters over what happened (all in rp) and one with the healing spells was busy looting the bodies, not paying attention. I encouraged the dm to have me roll death saves cause no one was doing anything to help. 2 fails, then 2 successes. It came down to the last roll. Thankfully, it was a save and I didn't loose my character. We're level 3 in Curse of Strahd, so coming back wasn't an option.
I havn't seen the real effects of this, this was in the last session I played.
My character is a homebrew class called a witch (we found stats online somewhere and modified them), and basically, how it works is you have a familiar cuz they're cool, and you have a spirit bound to your own. That spirit is basically how you use most of your class abilities because they speak to you and do some things for you. it's pretty cool
We decided it would be cool, thanks to my character backstory if the familiar was her sort-of-kidnapped nephew, and the spirit was her sort-of-kidnapped niece after my character killed their mother, her sister. Basically, she did a spell to make em immortal, it didn't turn out right, so the niece is a ghost and the nephew is an eyelash viper.
In the campaign, somewhere along the way, we met a guy who could communicate with spirits and basically told me that my bound spirit is PISSED off about being connected to me. Of course, I can't really do anything from my class abilities without her, so I have to keep her around.
Come last session, after some really strange time-travel sequence that I don't really need to explain right now, we come back to this tavern we had holed up at, finding everyone to be missing, including the NPC my character was in a relationship with. However, we did find a note that basically said, "It's hopeless. we can't win this war. Find somewhere to hide and maybe you wont be doomed." or something along that line. Now, thanks to time travel, we had arrived at this point 3 years after we left the tavern. we don't know who's alive, who's dead, or where anyone is.
One of the abilities I have thanks to my bound spirit is I can learn the truth of any puzzle or minor situation 3 times a day. I guess this counted as minor. The DM let me call up my spirit and I asked her for help. She basically responded with "Why should I help you?"
That NPC I mentioned is basically the whole of my character's drive, cuz she swore off love for a solid 99% of her life before finding him, so he REALLY mattered to her. She told the spirit "I'm going to let you and your brother go, just tell me where they're hiding." She accepted that and told us.
So, yeah, I basically don't have a class anymore...
Not mine, but the fantastically hilarious Oxventure campaign "Rolling in the deep" has a great example. The party finds a chest with writing on it in infernal. The tiefling reads the inscription and the DM tells her, in front of everyone, that it says "full of spiders, do not open." In character, she tells the Rogue it says "full of treasure, please open", and he plays along and opens the chest.
Oh wow, that is hilarious. I wish I'd been able to see it!
@@amberkat8147It's on youtube. I'll link the playlist: ua-cam.com/play/PLoid6oOAGqMcZ3YWFqABFXbx9l5edm6XK.html
Hey, kinda late for the party...the last message you gave almost seemed made for me. I am kinda stuck in my studies atm, I am doing everything but actually getting down and study my ass off. And it kinda gets to me sometimes, but I don't want to quit, even if the feeling to just say "heck it" and letting it all go comes out from time to time...but that last message felt really encouraging. Thank you.
At character creation I specifically told my DM my PC was very much a moron, and I wanted him to constantly be the butt end of the world's worst luck.
It's been fantastic.
That last one was unexpected,but heartwarming!💖💖💖
I play as a Tiffling Bard in our DnD campaign. We were playing Dragon of Icespire's Peak, so don't read further if you want no spoiler about a small portion of it.
Our group reached the dungeon with the dragonslayer sword, and got to the room where the slain dragon's skull laid to rest. There, my bard created a tiny hutt that protected the group in case some kind of entity attacked when the sword was pulled off of the dragon skull(boss room vibes lol).
When the sword was pulled and brought back in the spell area, no attack at all befell us. With our DM's description (wind blowing and cold air), I guessed we might have some kind of ghost to fight.
Since no attack was coming, even when my friends came out on the other side of the room, I understood my dome was actually creating a tampon between the area where the foe was and the rest of the dungeon, and that the foe just might not be able to cross walls. Basically, our foe was locked in a tiny area that would be SO easy to blast with fireballs, breath weapons, yada yada, especially since it was invisible.
I inhaled deeply. As my team left and told me to do the same since apparently no monster had appeared, I relented and left the dome, ending the spell and freeing the monster.
My character had no way of knowing what foe we were up against, or even be certain that a monster had at all appeared.
We almost got TPKed, but somehow survived the ordeal.
Not a player but a DM. It was 1 player + A sidekick (which I control), We were playing The Dragon of Ice Spire Peak, (spoilers ahead).
He was on the Gnomegarde quest, and had just climbed a thirty foot wall. After looking around at their surroundings,He BONKS heads with his sidekick, they fall off the 30ft ledge the his PC lands perfectly, but the PC tries to catch the sidekick, only to roll a 3, and be crushed, nearly killing both of them, and rendering them both unconscious.
Luckily, them falling woke the sleeping gnomes, which saves them both.(they would have died otherwise).
His reasoning? it would be interesting. Which gives me a good chuckle whenever I think about it.
I'm going to share a little story for anyone reading this.
Hi everyone! Brian here! My most damaging thing I've truly done in the name of RP is this.
I've put my character into a hibernation based sleep for over a thousand years, missing out on his entire family growing up and old, missing out on countless battles that saw his friends being brutally slaughtered, missing out on events such as his entire species/race being eradicated and wipes from existence. This man sacrificed so much in order to help save his friends at a specific point - knowing that it was a one way trip - then he came back a thousand years later thinking - "What the fuck is all of this? Where am I? When am I?" - and having to be caught up on so many events that broke his heart, spirit and mind.
OOC I knew damn well it was a fucked up situation, but he needed to do it.
After several months in Barovia and feeliing desperate, tired and weary my Cleric of the Grave grew gradually despondent. Having to deal with unending necromancy and unnatural deaths made him question his purpose. One day having failed his save vs antipathy and under the spell's charm, he broke down in tears feeling utterly useless and slit his own throat. The look on everyones face was priceless..
You know when playing tomb of annihilation or tomb of horrors it's really less about your character and more about what you can do because of how challenging those modules are.
Had an encounter in a dungeon where I took high damage, but the way I took it would have almost certainly cut my character's arm off (I think it got lodged in a monster's mouth or something). DM was content to let me just take the high damage if I didn't want my character to end up losing the arm - but the actions that had lead to the situation were basically all bad choices by me and the DM reacting to them, not him trying to put me in that position. Character lost the arm, but survived til' the end of the campaign.
In a sci-fi fantasy setting we're about halfway through the campaign confronting who we all felt would be the final boss and I enacted a plan in which I turned on a device on my belts which put me slightly out of phase with the universe and utilizing a handy mutation I purchased extended my chest tentacles to their maximum range of 20 ft so very tips were inside of the guy, remember out of phase, then I switch the device off causing the tips of my tentacles in the matter of his chest to interact violently in a matter energy conversion event. I barely survived he didn't kind of ended the campaign. The DM didn't take it well
I DM for a pirate campaign involving a few of my family members and none of them really have much experience playing d&d so I regularly have to remind them saying stuff like "You can't, your character doesn't know that yet.", "You should probably tell the rest of the party what I just told you." and "You probably shouldn't say it like that unless you want to offend that NPC." because they keep forgetting not to metagame and that how they say something to me when they're role-playing a convention is how they say it to the NPCs (we just started the campaign and unlike me they're new players so I help reminding them of rules and whatever)
Appreciate the speech at the end, thanks.
I havent ever done it but I've always liked the thought of a reverse that-guy moment when some scummy pc is in a life or death situation, barely hanging on and rescuing them would basically be a death sentence. Then, you look at your kind hearted, just paladin, and think, "Ugh... it's what my character would do..." and go back to save them
My favorite moment as my Paladin was when My party was in a bad situation ina. Duergar Kingdom and we were on the run and tapped on recourses. We found a roll with a teleportation circle so we had 11 mintues to wait while our wizard ritual casted and our Bard made a leamonds tiny hut to stall for us some.
One thing led to another as a court wizard turned off the hit with dispel magic and was prepared to counter spell the teleportation circle but before my dm could I had my character kiss his love interest on the forehead and say “You guys stay safe okay?” As he walked out and did his cocky Paladin routine and stalled just enough for the party to warp out.
This lead to him being tortured horribly and losing a right hand but now he has a hot elf girlfriend so it all worked out in the end.
I once had a paladin explore an underwater tomb to ensure there were no more mummies inside. The party had cleared the previous area in an earlier encounter, and we passed back through the area on our way to the capital. Pally took the ring of water breathing our demon merchant got for us and jumped down with his armor and oversized great sword (it was 3.5, and weapon size factored into damage; I think the great sword being huge was 4d6, and given that it was enchanted with holy and bane vs chaotic evil outsiders, in a campaign centered around demons from the abyss invading the world, my average damage ended up being 4d6+2d6+2d6+10+15) and he attempted to cross a chasm to the next part of the tomb. He failed the swim check and started plumeting down into the depths. Not once did he try to doff his armor, he was sure he'd hit the bottom and then climb back up. He fell. And fell. And fell some more. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally hit ground. It was pitch black. He heard something swim behind him, and he drew his sword, the enchantment granting him 10 ft of dim light. It wasn't long before his sword was telekineticly ripped from his hands, and as his last source of light was stripped from him, he was slaughtered with a fade to black. The creature that found him was a Myrmyxicus, a huge ten'nari water demon.
As it turns out, that chasm didn't lead to the bottom of the ocean. It lead all the way to the abyss. The 81st layer iirc. And my character, in his hubris, died to his literal opposite. Iirc, Myrmyxicus are cr like 20 something, and my character at the time was level 11. And a paladin with the spellcaster trait removed. Yeah, a paladin with no spells. Just smite, and a few feats.
It was the first session, I was playing a kobold sorcerer with the cantrip Mold Earth. The first enemy we found was an wounded Basilisk in a small hole with it's eggs and I had a mirror in my backpack, I rolled for Arcana to see if I could know something about its powers but rolled a 1. Then I used Mold Earth to seal the hole, so it wouldn't hurt my party. Every egg was about 750 GP in the black market and there was 8 of them, for one role I could have become a rich at the start of the campaign.
thank you for that outro. I needed it.
Curse of Strahd, 1st level Barbarian, after an encounted with a stuffed wolf that our DM placed in the first floor of the tutorial "dungeon", my character became paranoid of things that look like they would move by their own. This not only ended up triggering the encounter to the living armor, which my character ended up thrown through the balcony in the second floor and dropping to half health, but also didn't suspected that in the attic some furniture would become alive and would start attacking him until he get out of the room, ending that day's session with 5 HP.
Heres a fun one, not telling my party what warding bond was or did, until i went unconscious from keeping the paladin alive, that was a fun thing and completely changed how the party saw my cleric
I am part of a game that derailed for the better part of a 2-3 months because of individual character decisions that caused the entire party to fracture and literally split off all in different directions.
One character was caught in a ritual suspended in time due to instability. One character had gone crazy and paranoid, run into the wilderness alone. One got banished to another plane and one got killed and eaten (both players left). One character was determined to follow his brother into the wilderness and bring him back. My character was determined to find something to stabilize the suspended ritual.
Each of us knew we were splitting the party, every single decision was in character, and we all recognized that.
It took way too long to stabilize the party after that but it still remains probably my favorite storyline moment across my time playing.
Most damaging? I mean, I literally performed a heroic sacrifice and killed my character to avoid the metagame. DM made it worth it though! You know that scene in Beserk? Where Guts fights a hundred men over the course of an entire night? Sort of like that, minus the whole "surviving" thing.
The holy sword part to get the rest with the dead family made me cry.
I inadvertently read a spoiler online about a room in the Tomb of Annihilation between sessions while the party was in it, so when we came upon a hole in the wall with a sphere of annihilation inside it, I could do nothing but flip a coin to determine whether or not my fighter would reach in and look for a clue. I had to do away with my 2-handed sword for the rest of the dungeon.
I got thrown overboard off of a pirate ship. Decided that by character, an urban ranger with the urchin background (more specifically a swarmkeeper but with rats instead of insects), wouldn't know how to swim. I drowned, nearly to death. Would have died if not for a companion diving in after me a while after
Boot to the head. That is from four on the floor which was on CBC. That was the comedy troop, the frantics.
Was playing a genie warlock that had essentially been brainwashed by his patron, and stuck in a timeloop, essentially unaged, and a mindless slave. Hundreds of year passed, until eventually those who had pitiful lives were given a second chance, brought into a world on the spur of annihilation. He made friends along the way, saw others rebel against the forces against them, saw the compassion they showed to eachother, and finally, their memories were restored. He remembered those he had loved before his patron stole him away, those he had protected before his new life... And then he met his patron face to face... "After interacting with my new friends, companions. I have realized the meaning of a warlock. Those who I have seen derive power from others wished to meet their patron... A follower of Torm built a temple... And all I could think is that I never wanted to be back here... But the other warlocks I interacted with helped me realize... This is my deal, not yours... So, I believe our relationship is over... And honestly, I'm ready for whatever comes next." His memories were removed, all his items aswell... And his memory faded from others aswell... Shaloam, you will be missed... Even if everybody hated you.
I will move forward at my own speed. Thanks, good stuff
So long as you always go forward Russell!