I'm seeing a lot of crazy D&D stories, but nothing will beat the tale of the Bearship. In this magical forest our party ran into Ursuros the Unbeatable, a giant bear that was the guardian of the forest. Our werewolf guy got a nat 20 with tons of bonus stuff, killing him in one hit. Turns out the DM planned for Ursuros to become an ally. So we decided to take his corpse to the nearest town, and have him resurrected. So we are dragging this corpse through the woods, it's skin is getting torn off by being dragged along the road. One person had the idea of using a levitation potion, just a drop to have it float a couple feet off the ground and we push it. She used too much and Ursuros began to fly off, we each grabbed a leg, I managed to lasso a tree, but the tree was uprooted and dragged into the air. So here we are in the stratosphere, holding on for dear life, when it occurs to us that one of our party members is an expert in taxidermy. So we hollow out the bear, carve the tree into an undercarriage, and turn this floating bear into a zeppelin. Thus the Bearship was born. We gave up on resurrecting Usuros, because we would just a a flying, hollowed out bear thing screaming in pain for the rest of the adventure.
Oh my I wish that happened to me in dnd I never get to be dungeon master and the dungeon master that always gets to play is extremely punishing when I roll a 1.... You impaled your self with a *FREAKING BO STAFF!!!*
I remember having a game with a really eccentric DM way back. Like when we were swimming underwater to find a key, and we just ask, what do we see? He's sitting there in his leather chair and speaks with no emotion ''Two goblins are trying to set up fire''. I don't think we could pick ourselves up from that one.
***** Well the usual crowd I played with probably wouldn't fall for that but they got they share of surprises. Oh, Saulviloques, the one archmage you were playing with for the last 15 sessions? Turns out he's a doppelganger that betrayed you with your lovely elfish wife. Sorry, mate.
My group was standing in a hallway full of doors on both sides, our DM had a bear wearing a suit and a top hat randomly walk out of a door, pick up one of our players and walk through another door. We followed only to see that it lead us to a hot spring, where we enjoyed ourselfs for a while.
JoQan I had a dude once in my campaign who made a wizard-saiyan character. Yep, you heard me right. As soon as he could get fireball, and translocation (A spell I made up where you teleport 10-50 feet from where you stand), he started taking levels in fighter (For health), Monk (For the fisticuffs), and Rogue (For the dodge). By level 12, he had taken a level in fighter, 3 levels in monk, and 2 levels in rogue. His strategy was as follows: 1: Teleport beside an enemy 2: Announce his presence 3: Grapple the bitch 4: Throw him 5: And shout 'KAME HAME HA!' as he blasted that bitch with a fireball mid-air. I love my players.
That is all of us when it comes to me and my friends. We always ruin the DM's plans and leave him with his month open staring in disbelief. Or ripping pages out of his store because somehow we found a way to magically skip passed it with our actions. Or kill seemly unkillable monsters in one hit.
TheMcg197 Does using random magical effect to make a friends hatchet talk which subsequently made him paranoid. At which he decided to bury the hatchet, quite literally, into the skull of an innocent little girl. Which he then stored in a bag that was filled with chocolate. He then snuck into a politicians house and hid the bag in a chest at the foot of his bed as an attempt to make him look bad.
I once had a party member who collected rotten potatoes, and at one point we had to run away from guards, and he threw the potatoes shouting "Bomb!" And rolled 20 on his bluff check.
In one campaign I asked the DM if I could loot a bunch of blanket, pitcher and a fork from an empty tavern, at first the DM was dumbfounded but then again I was playing a petty thief so he thought I was just roleplaying the class. When the some orcs suddenly attacked the tavern, we holed up inside the tavern barring the door so the orcs would not enter and we were firing arrows from the windows of the second floor as the orcs approches (we were severly out numbered and the scenario was suppose to have an ex machina) I ask the DM how many oil vials would it take to soak the blanket, he rolled and said something like 5 or 6, I skipped my turn to soak the whole blanket with oil and ask the DM if I could throw the blanket at the orcs below, using the fork as a weight I threw the blanked rolling a failed d12, the next round our sorceress suddenly gets the idea what I was doing so she ask if how many orcs were stepping on the blanket, the DM said though it missed the blanket was splayed at around 3x3 tiles covering a whooping 9 tiles where 7 orcs were standing, she shot a fire spell at it dealing an initial splash damage plus a sure shot +5 damage from oil vial and another +2 damage every round, we killed at least 20+ orcs in just 3 rounds because the orcs kept on stepping at the burning blanket. DM was so impressed by it that he didn't initiate the ex machina :D
In one adventure my players were shrunk to GI Joe size, stuck in the playroom of an ugly child. What was supposed to be an encounter with a housecat turned into a lifetime of companionship when the Cleric pet it on the nose instead of attacking. Later, with the cat's help, they defeated the child in their diminutive form- something I did not expect from Level 1 Characters.
Crow senpai he reminded me of one of my ex-roommates. He did the craziest shit and almost always rolled a nat 20 or a 1% in games that has percentage rolls. I can't tell you how meny times he asked the game master if he could do something that is effectively impossible to then have the Game master say he can do it but has to roll under 2% on percentage dice and then watch as he roll 1% on then. he more then once did this one after another. But what do you expect from a guy who gravity forgets exist for a second in real life sometimes (I watched him just hang in mid air for a second before gravity seemed to remember he was there and came back at him with a vengeance and slam him to the ground twice as hard as he should have landed.
This is why I love this game. My friend once convinced an ogre that he to go home because the ogre had left a stove on , and tickled another ogre to death. In Dungeons and Dragons, the dungeon master may be the creator of the world, but the d20 is the true god. All hail the d20, your fate is in it's rolls.
This reminds me of when someone in my campaign used a loose brick to break out of prison. He named it Geoffe. He later killed a man with it from forty feet away...and had Geoffe enchanted.
Hehe. Most fun with improvised weapon feats I've had included the words "Throw the cleric!" I think the funniest luck in D&D that one of my friends had is that her pacifist elf ALWAYS critted on any slap given to a party member she thinks is acting unreasonable. She was totally ineffective against the enemy, but she could knock out any party member she had a mind to. XD
In d20 modern, one person used a dead body as an improvised weapon, smacks my character with it, gets a critical hit and sends me into the 'dying/broken-bones' stage.
Ya, as a DM (GM, whatever) you have to let characters try crazy, fun, and sometimes unrealistic things. One of the classic stories I remember- As eight year old kids, we were playing the game and one of the new characters asked- So how does a warrior take a dump while wearing full plate armor? I was the DM, and I didn't know, so I made it up (of course!). I said in every suit of armor there is a sack installed so the warrior could poo on the go. Everyone bought this and the game continued. So, the party gets into a tight spot a few minutes later, the warrior has his weapon knocked out of his hand, so what does he decide to use as a missile weapon? His poo-sack! So to save the wizard the warrior throws his poo-sack and strikes X monster (can't remember what it was), thus saving the wizard from a certain death. It was classic. After that, the warrior used his poo-sack regularly as a missile weapon, and I even started having him track how many times he took a dump, so I knew how many primed sacks he had on him for use at any one time. Love D&D! Great work on the video!
I sat here on my computer thinking of ways this would be cool and I just thought (he I'm invicable to arrows as I just collect them) as well as (just run at the dragon hell just go into my inventory)
I was playing a game of pathfinder a few months ago. I was playing a goblin rouge, and two friends of mine where in a relationship, irl and in game. So eventually the female halfelf had a child with the human barbarian. Seeing as I maxed out disguise and bluff I wrote the party a letter saying I had left to peruse my lifelong goal of owning a ranch off in the mountains. But before sunrise I stole and ate their baby, then disguised myself as their love child. We are still in the same campaign and they still dont suspect a thing.
Once I and my buddies were playing our three-week running campaign, but this time the DM's younger sister was also playing. We were all floating down a large river after our canoes had capsized (damn natural 1's) and we were all about to fall off a waterfall when the sister asked the DM "Is there anything I have that can hold water?". After He pointed out her waterskin she asked: "I will open my water skin and suck up all the water!". Everyone laughed, but she kept insisting and the DM, who thought it was really funny, told her to roll and if she got a natural 20, she could do it. She rolled the 20. We survived and continued the campaign and eventually set fire to a magical grove of trees (thanks to the lawful evil Sorcerer) and found a gnome village which we took over and left not three days later because all they had was a large cellar of currant wine.
I usually try to make logical characters with nothing to weird about them. but then there's the Bucket Wizard. I made a magus who came from nobility and was super snobby, and one night the camp was on fire from bandits so he ran, got a bucket and was going to fill it when a bandit attacked him. he did the smart thing and slammed the bucket on the dudes head and tied him up with his animate rope spell and just dragged him to camp after the fires were put out, from then on he used the bucket as a weapon and could cast spells through it and would get bonuses if it was on someones head. Good times
I can just imagine a skeleton running around with a bucket on it's head, with bright lights coming from the bucket, while a man with a cloak is yelling random stuff to trigger spells. Yeah.
I once played this aristocratic snob of a human wizard who didn't take well to his party members. Most of the session went pretty average, with a few noteworthy things on my part as I nearly scorched our rogue to death to get rid of a swarm and me avoiding just about all floortraps by standing on top my floating disk. But just when we were about and role-playing what our characters would be doing till the next session I rolled my first crit of the night. As I approached this hot female elf in the tavern I rolled for a charisma check. Basically I said "Hi" to which she replied with "TAKE ME, I'M YOURS!".
In my most recent D&D campaign, I played a Dwarven Bard. Now, naturally, I wanna keep the RP going, so when it comes time to pick my perks (Traits, whatever. I play too much Fallout) I choose disguise (Semi reasonable) and then I see that the list includes Singing, Dancing...And juggling. I don't need to tell you the other three perks I chose (Technically, I just did.) Our DM was pretty exploration-heavy so it took us a while to actually get into any combat, and as soon as we did, I realized how much my mace would pale in comparison to...The Double Kobold Juggle Kill. Unfortunately, I suck at rolling. The D20 did not smile upon me that day. Needless to say, my mission forevermore is to successfully juggle my enemies to death. Wish me luck.
Okay so posted below is a story I saw posted on 4chan or somewhere. It's not mine, nor do I remember the details, but it was pretty funny: Okay so these guys were campaigning and one guy played a Paladin. All night and prior nights he's been using these dice which, no matter the situation, always seemed to roll total trash for him. Like he'd failed most rolls with them, but he SWORE he'd never throw out the dice and was saving them for a day when they'll redeem him. Anyway it ends up through some sort of circumstances all of his team mates had died and he was left alone. He heard word of some sort of magic-casting Orc lord or something like that bringing an army to invade the town and were somewhere in the woods on their way. So the Paladin runs through the woods towards where he was told of the army, and stumbled upon them. But he was clever and so set up a bunch of traps in the trees or something. Anyway, as the army continues many of the traps are destroying the impending force and he's actually rolling pretty good. He's slaughtering Orcs and other opponents left and right, just a non-stop barrage of enemies and he's making it out okay. Just then, the crowd of enemies parts and there's the Orc Lord. The Orc Lord says "Impressive human. Few have been able to withstand my great army. You will pay for this dearly." He fires magical attacks and shiz at the Paladin whose taking heavy damage throughout the battle. Eventually the Paladin is on his knees and a single attack away from death. The Orc Lord says "Look at you Paladin. How pathetic you are. Right here before me I will slay you dead. We will march into this town and kill the residents. We will then set our sights on all other towns after that, until all living life forms are either dead, or slaves to my might! Only I have the power to lead this army, and only I will lead it to rule this world!! Prepare thyself for death!" So by now the guy playing the Paladin knew he was dead, no matter what. The DM had it in for him since the beginning, and he didn't need shitty dice to make matters worst. He had only one more act of defiance which he could muster so as to, hopefully, handicap the Orc Lord or something. But he knew that this was it. It was the time when his unlucky dice would get him through this. He would roll it and score a perfect 20, and manage to destroy the Orc Lord's magical amulet or something. His dice HAD to do it! With I deep breath and vigorous shaking of the dice in his little Yahtzee cup, he let the dice fly with the greatest passion he could muster.... ...and rolled a 1. "GOD DAMMIT! SON OF A BITCH DICE!!!" The DM and everyone else laughed their ass off and gave him another chance. "Roll once more dude." Not above taking the charity, he rolled the dice yet again. Another 1. "STUPID FREAKING DICE ABSOLUTELY WORTHLESS!!!" Even more laughter. The DM once he calmed down from laughing wiped a tear away and instructed the Paladin to roll for what type of self-imposed failure he would inflict. He spitefully picked up his dice and threw it hard on the table, causing it to bounce about until coming to a stop. Another 1. The DM laughed again along with everyone else, as the Paladin player picked up his dice and threw them into the garbage. The DM picked up his little book of damages, checked the effect for rolling a 1, and on his face it went from a warm hearty smile to a cold frown. The DM furrowed his brow a bit...then his mouth opened a gasp and his face turned pale. Everyone looking at the DM also went quiet in response to his face. The Paladin player returned to the table, dice in garbage. He saw the DM's expression and asked. "OH WHAT!? DID I CHOP OFF MY OWN HEAD!?!? DID I SOMEHOW GRANT SPECIAL POWERS TO THE ORC LORD AS HE STOOD ABOVE ME!?!?!" The DM after a few seconds looked up to the group and spoke a single sentence, reading from the book. A sentence he will never, ever forget. "Player and adjacent target are killed."
wabbitking1 Thank you! Yes this is the original in all its glory! I must have embellished a little, but that's how I remembered it. Great times and lolz. Thank you again.
While it might not of woke the party I had a case with an npc of mine (basically following my character) following along making a racket not alert the enemies we were sneaking up on because they just rolled lower then a 5.
I once threw an 800 pound,flaming, church pew at a skeleton general. I was lucky enough that he failed his reflex save so I pretty much just smashed him to pieces.
Link The Hero i was taking part in epic series building over a year of game play, every friday and Sunday. The dm the whole time keep building up the final boss of this epic quest. How strong he was so on and so on. Ee heard epic tales of his power. We could fell the doom as We had to travel all over the world, we aquired horses that shrunk down and fit in our bags. They would grow as we tossed them to thevground. We manage to get to his torn room. Panting and worn down from epic fights up to the grand door. So there we were standing in front of this door. I decided to grab my horse out of my bag. The dm told me he though i was going to charge his wizard god horse back. But i had different plans. With an 18 roll on a str check i busted the door open nearly tearing it from its hinges. And the startled wizard finched and started to rise. Then it happened my dm said what. Are you fucking kinding me. Roll int. I rolled a 20 he rolled a 1. I throw my horse as hard as i could. He makes me roll again. 20 are you kidding he shouted. With my modifiers 24. The horse after leaving my hand expands while flying in the air. Roll a d20 he snaps i could fell his distaste. His pupils dilate and he throws his hands in air. Are you serious as the dice topples over and lands on 20. He gets up and grabs a couple books. Goes out to smoke a cigarette, we are confused. But laugh as he tries to figure out how to handle crit damage from a horse being thrown. He comes in after what had to be two cigarettes. Sits down he makes a roll. His eyes dart at me. He rolls again this time when his eyes dart at me i could feel his hatred. I could hear the dice slide as he set them a side. Picks up a hand full of dice and rolls. Unbelievable he says. He knocks dow his dm screen. To revile 2 d 20 dice had rolled a 1 and 15d8s all showing 8s. He smiles and says well played and stands up and shows us the charater sheet for the wizard. His hp was 110. Death by horse. He explained he had another form and that if he had won initiative would of put his hit points to 1200. The smount of spells he had would of damn near killed us. Most likely killed us. Which was his plan. He wanted to end our quest leaving us defeated. Well i had other plans and so did The dice. That was my most insane and unbelievable kill i ever committed. The dice were on my side. A year of planing for this one epic fight gone because i threw my horse. And i threw my dice to a victory. Dont worry because i rolled so crazy the horse was fine, well till i approached him see we where 400 ft in the air and the horse fled from me out of fear straight out the window. Dont worry ti'ght Ase Box'ers let me ride with him while the others carried the loot home.
I've been in three different RPG groups so far, and I have to say, the ones that have weird silly stuff in 'em where everybody's laughing are infinitely better than the groups where they are serious all the time. It really makes it worth it.
I'm DM'ing the Phandelver campaign. Last week Goran, our chaotic-good one-eyed dwarven cleric with a pet rat named Stephen, made his way to the Sleeping Giant to have a chat with the Redbrands, while our gnome rogue hid in an alleyway, and the rest of the party hung back. I had all sorts of fun insults ready to throw at the group to goad them into fighting them. Alas, at the first nasty glance from the gang, Goran pulls out his hunting trap and throws it at one of the Redbrand's nads. He hits, stuns the guy, and the gnome leaps out and knocks the guy out. Later Goran declares, "I used to be a ruffian like you, but then I took a hunting trap to the nads."
mikeleeisback Just the other day, my group started the Phandelver campaign. We went into the Spider's Silk tavern, saw the wizard but payed him no mind. The bartender was skeptical of us (go figure, human barbarian, hooded cleric, and a Kenku walk in together), he had his guard ready their crossbows, then our Cleric (who is also the strategist) decided to start a bar fight to distract the guard and get out of the bad situation. The guard shot me (the Barbarian), then I turned him into a blood geyser with my Warhammer, our Rogue Kenku jumped into the brawling tavern and killed some dudes, and someone pissed off the wizard who blew up the bar and teleporting away, leaving my party there alive, but our Kenku only got out with 1 HP left, my Barbarian was just outside the range of the blast, and the Cleric ran and took cover before he could be harmed by it. Our DM then decided that the wizard would be a future boss after that event. We also got a free place to sleep.
mikeleeisback Just the other day, my group started the Phandelver campaign. We went into the Spider's Silk tavern, saw the wizard but payed him no mind. The bartender was skeptical of us (go figure, human barbarian, hooded cleric, and a Kenku walk in together), he had his guard ready his crossbow, then our Cleric (who is also the strategist) decided to start a bar fight to distract the guard and get out of the bad situation. The guard shot me (the Barbarian), then I turned him into a blood geyser with my Warhammer, our Rogue Kenku jumped into the brawling tavern and killed some dudes, and someone pissed off the wizard who blew up the bar and teleporting away, leaving my party there alive, but our Kenku only got out with 1 HP left, my Barbarian was just outside the range of the blast, and the Cleric ran and took cover before he could be harmed by it. Our DM then decided that the wizard would be a future boss after that event. We also got a free place to sleep.
why is it that the shenanigans work best in this game?! like, one of the more well known d&d games at the moment thats being put up on youtube is crys. and every time he does this odd stuff it works perfectly, like, he threw a tree log, through a horse. and it worked. another time he used a dead rat as a weapon, and it worked. and my personal favorite, when he used the body of a girls father as a puppet...to calm her down. and he got a natural 20....i don't get how that works.
Cause no one talk about successful regular play that much. Failed improvise stuff all the time. I arrived late at our first season so our dm decides to introduce my character to the party by having him try to rob one of them. Specifically the arch mage's apprentice. So I track them back to the arch mate's tower which I decide to try and climb the outside of. Fail pretty quickly and the guards just stood there laughing. Got away then ambushed the apprentice in the middle of the stress knick him to the ground and ending up rolling a 3 when I tried to steal from him which lead to my hand being caught in his grip with his own reflex save. For away followed him and to make a boring story short for shoved down a hole with the rest of the party as the only one without darkvision. Bright side I am the tallest one amoung them.
In the latest session of my D&D game, we needed a dragon horn from a local wizard. We went over and tried everything: intimidation, bribery, offers and counteroffers - nothing. Finally, our bard suggested that our female halfling rogue give him a lapdance, along with some gold, in exchange. He rolled for persuasion and got a nat fucking 20. Our poor rogue was forced into stripteasing for a dirty old man so we could save thousands of lives. That same session, our druid critted on a spell cast (can't remember the name) and rolled 16d6 damage, each, against a pair of minotaurs. Instantly killed one and almost got the other. Fucking ridiculous rolls.
Totally not a pineapple Great story, but to be fair the players should never roll for persusuasion amongst themselves and depending on how well the DM knows the NPC shouldn't for other interactions either. Fucking great story though.
Casey Hawersaat thats kinda what like what mt character did he freed two enslaved dragon turtles and talked to them using draconiac and then had the rest of the party ride them into a fight with a naga and at the end of the campaign my character teleported away to live with my turtle friends
Too a degree. To... a degree. I regret some times DMing when i allowed creativity. 😐 One time that comes to mind was while playing Mutant Chronicles, when i let a player with 1 point of mechanical skill, try to dig a phone booth out of the sidewalk and jury rig it into a mobile phone. The SOB rolled 4 critical successes. I still made him drag the damn thing with him on a harness for the rest of the session. 😑 Eventually he got so fed up with the weight penalties that he broke into some poor bastards car and left it there.
My DM has the most hilarious ways to rule Vicious Mockery for bards. You see, what he does is that you roll and then you insult, now depending on your roll is how good your insult is and the objective of this is to make enemies spiral into depression and making them either getting crippling depression (so they're just too sad to keep fighting) or bullying them so much they'd rather kill themselves than keep hearing your savage roast.
Once when playing D&D my party was talking about mimics, someone made a joke, we laughed, the inn laughed, the table laughed. We killed the table. It was a good day.
this happened literally last night, I was DMing my second session ever, the first night was a total flop, I was still just reading up on the module that came with the 5e starter set. But, there they were fighting bout 5 goblins and a goblin boss, with beefed up Hit points cuz, as prerequisite, every body was a Lv. 3, and they were a Human Cleric of Apollo, Dwarf Fighter and a Tiefling Rogue (very run-of-the-mill party), well jumping ahead to the end of this fight, they're down to two goblins with 3 and 6 HP left, they surrender after the death of their boss. But as an intimidation/attack roll, the Rogue grabs hold of the lesser goblin and Skull-phuks the remaining life points from him. the Other goblin totally mortified completely spills the beans. Only to have his throat slit by the rogue.
Improv weapons are awsome. I have a Dwarf character by the name of Drogar "Shoveldorf" Steelshovel. And Shoveldorf's weapon of choice was of course a shovel course he was not above picking up random things and clubbing people with them I also carried a bag of rocks and would sometimes just chuck the whole thing at enemies. One time the DM thought it would be a good idea to give Shoveldorf a shovel that produced beer whenever he stuck it in the ground. It was cursed and he couldn't stop. So shoveldorf is drunk off his ass and is being carted off to town to get the curse removed, is then left alone by the rest of the party. In the 1st edition rules you can find the digging speed of your average dwarf over a 8 hour period, I think it was about 80 square feet over 3 hours or something like that. I then hand the DM a note and he goes to the other players and asks them what they are doing. The rest of the party comes back to the cart to find a huge hole in the wood and a much bigger hole under it. With Shoveldorf singing in the hole. It became the towns new root Cellar, it was about the size of a swimming pool.
Playing Dnd a long time ago with my party we were raiding a coastal keep with a drawbridge that hung over a river going inland. There were five of us and we were killing it. We tracked down a war band of raiders that were pillaging villages and looting all the gems, including some special gems that were part of the story. We had a plan to sneak around climb to the top and then kill everything from the top down as we made our escape with some loot. We executed this plan to damn near perfection. Except we couldn't hit the boss. A roided out orc in the heaviest armor we've ever come across and he just gives 0 shits. Naturally we decide to take our shit and leave. So we're hauling ass down dozen of flights of stairs, this Orc is keeping up pace because jumping down whole floors is a real time saver. I'm an earth cleric with a shield and a mace just trying to keep him backed up from killing the party. We got the bridge down and we're escaping, my parties taking care of mobs while I just get pummeled and in an act of desperation to stop him I lunge at him for a tackle. I succeed in grabbing him and stopping his movement, grappling with him. Everyone makes off like bandits, I lose the second grapple check and get thrown off the bridge! In a moment of creativity I used turn to stone spell and turned my character into stone. Survived the fall, sank to the bottom of the river, and walked out.
ProJared was talking about silly D'n'D stories and started searching. This is hilarious, love the casual reminiscing. Big wall of fluffy goodness, so kawaii yo
This is a character from a fighting game. I think Jason needs a hug, a boot to the face, or maybe to hug a boot to the face. The point is that this person wants a reaction but no need to hate topkek. All furries need to burn... because they're flaming homosexuals. (y)
There was this one time where I was DMing and the party was fighting this band of religious clerics and monks (who were actually good guys trying to chop down this tainted tree, but one party member was a tree-hugging druid). They were having a really tough time killing the leader of the band just cuz he had a ridiculous AC When his turn came, my best bud who likes to joke around a lot said, " I cast Friends. I would like to convince him that he is dead." Friends allows you to roll twice and take the better roll on charisma and he rolled two nat 20s. I decided that the monk felt the call of his god (who was a grim reaper type) and snapped his own neck. Dude had 4 hitpoints left so it felt appropriate. For some reason though, my players loved that and cite it as one of their favorite experiences. D&D storytelling can be awkward and not very intuitive, but it is usually pretty magical.
Please please do more! As a DM I like these vids cause they're funning and give me inspiration, I also want my players to watch it so they can be more creative as well. Make more soon!
In one campaign I played a cleric who would make people explode using create water. The DM allowed it on the condition that I had to make a touch attack to put my hand over the person's mouth amd spawn the water there, since you're not allowed to just spawn it inside them.
I remember the time when my fighter sank a bloody pirate ship with our ranger...and whilst it killed ALL the rest of the pirates we kind of sent some of the party in the drink aswell since they were on it aswell,this meant that they had to get back on soaking wet...that and our party members weren't exactly...on terms with each other
I once rolled 3 20s on my roll to kick in a door, and the DM ruled that the door came off its hinges and crushed several goblins hiding behind it. In the same session, that particular character also accomplished several feats of incredible stupidity like immediately using his Monk teleportation ability after specifically being told that the dungeon we were in had a magical effect screwing around with teleportation (this had the effect of separating him from the party), and being trapped in an illusion of an endless series of trapped doors for like 4 hours.
My sister DMed a Sci Fi adventure in which we were trapped on a still ship in open space. It was infested with raiders and had a lot of traps. Early in the game we came across a door with a blinking red light over, and decided not to open it. Later in the game we found a radio on a dead raider, and the raider leader was trying to make contact with his group. My sister's plan was that we were to go and fight the raiders, but I passed a bluff check and instead lured the raiders into opening the door with the blinking red light. The raider leader and his gang got sucked into space... She was a bit disappointed we didn't try to open that door earlier, but wasn't at all prepared for us to find out what was in there in another way. I suggested we'd send the raiders to that door so that we a) could find out what was behind it and b) if it was something dangerous, we'd hurt the raiders. Two flies in one go, lol. It was hilarious when my little plan saved us a boss fight through spacing their butts! During that same game I also insisted on doing a speech check when in the middle of a battle, to make the remaining raider flee the battle. My sister rolled her eyes and said, well, unless you roll a damn good roll I am not gonna... then went quiet as I rolled a 20. Okay, fine then *laughter*
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I had a friend who had once a character with a halberd, and everytime he'd take an enemy down, he would stick his intestines on the halberd for extra poison damages and to frighten people. It's also the dude who once had a sword but kept failing real hard, so he started punching people instead and 3 out of 4 times ripped the balls out (notably 4 wolves in a row, saving the day)
One of my friends that I play d&d with (tefling barbarian) does the strangest stuff. Like he'll pick up random bones, rocks or sticks even whole suits of armor aren't safe from him. At one point he decided to smash boulders together and a shard cut his foot and caused an infection. He scraped the infection with a sharp rock and attached it to a branch making a poisoned spear
in my game a warrior critically rolled for both of his great weapons, throwing them away, and without weapons he wanted to suplex the area boss, he succseeded and broke his neck.. good times
one of my party members once had a character who was obsessed with burning things and stealing peoples kidneys, but only the right ones, because according to him "the left kidneys tags bad" (yes, he was eating the kidneys)
In my current session of D&D, I'm playing a Halfling Barb, but because my DM is cool as shit, instead of being a Barbarian in the tradition sense, I'm a Marauder following the Barb line. Either way, after a fight, we are travelling to town with an old man and his clockwork wolf he made and I rolled to teach him how to dance...rolled a one HOWEVER, since Halflings have the Lucky ability to reroll all ones, I rerolled...got a natural 20...I then taught what was pretty much steam punk Blade Wolf how to dance.
Once I was getting really bad rolls, and I was getting really angry so I said "I command my dragon to eat the enemies eye then rip out all of intestines and bring them out his mouth" ... I got a 19.
I once accidentally summoned a Unicorn with wildmagic, to which our dwarven party member suplexed a flying demon (which he was grappling with at the time) onto from about 50ft in the air. And another not so killy moment where half the party was torturing a guy, whilst eating breakfast, and I decided I would use a cooked sausage, stick it into an open wound and just ram around like a joystick... then our dragon friend ate it a bit, spat it into my hand so I just compacted it into the wound again... Man I love D&D.
in my group we had to defend a castle with two walls and two rivers, one of them between the walls. now our elf had a invisibility artifact and went to the camp of the attacking orks and it turned out that for one: they had a pretty big tree to crash the door down (we were only us and some vilagers, they managed to build a bridge over the first river) and two: they had no idea about our seccond wall. so every bloddy ork is charging and in the last moment : we open the doors (2x20 on strength) and they just all fall into the river, we close the door again, they are all dead
I once settled up a Shadowrun game with a heavy magical inspired vibe (basically their fixer was an archmage that was researching a way to recreate a soul. His greater success was his butler who was a reanimated half vampire with unearthly speed and strength. In pure "The Librarian" style, the fixer held a museum filled with arcane and cursed items brought from around the world) and they had to find a cursed book that held the soul of the cursed king of greed (Midas/ Hastur). They find a secret place under the castle and fight a bunch of thugs. 4 of them had bleeding daggers (basically even if the damage total was 0 they still bled you for 2 turns, so some kind of slow armor piercing), one of them had "the killer hand" (adept/ monk skill that made the damage stun equal as phisical damage), one of them had a soultrapping claymore (basically rendered any shaman summon useless) and one of them had control abilities. The fight was timed, since after the first damage was dealt, the ritual begun. I rolled poorly, so poorly that the monk tripped on his robe and smashed his head against the granite platform, passing out for 5 rounds. I built the fight to make it exhausting more than hard, since the thugs had a lot of armor (so someone would've started using some fucking piercing ammo or skill). To top that off, once the passed out thug got up, he basically oneshotted a player who rolled a 0 on his armor and evasion check. Moral of the story: Don't fuck neither with the DM neither with a unarmed fighter.
"And Riley didn't have a ranged weapon so he just started ripping bricks out of the wall and just started chucking them at people down below." FUCKING GENUIS
This reminds me of my favorite, or at least one of my favorite stories from my D&D experiences. I was a level 18 fighter-dragon samurai or something, and I had this REDIC build. Double oversized greatsword (don't judge, I was like 14) which was 4d6 by itself, plus the 3d6 elemental damage from my 10 levels in dragon samurai. That coupled with a 36 strength score made my DM's life very difficult. Did I mention that my sword was mercurial? 19-20 x4 critical. So, my character was well known at this point due to some old god end of the world jazz (that, and it was close to the end of the campaign), so there were plenty of challengers to my title of 'best swordsman.' This crazy powerful npc challenged my character to a duel, which I accepted. My DM spent days creating the npc, and we spent hours in-game building the suspense. When the time to fight began, I won initiative. I then proceeded to charge->leap attack->power attack for 5(I always rolled terrible at anything but 5; this was a running gag due to always rolling crits on 5's) I crit, did 7d6+40 something x4 and killed the npc instantly. My DM went silent, and then said something along the lines of, "I'm gonna need a bit to understand what the fuck just happened." Good times.
I love it when players do crazy shit like this. It makes every game I run so much more enjoyable when the players think of the weirdest stuff to get out of sticky situations.
Reminds me of a home brewed setting one of my D&D friends made using FATE, Our group was and a demon possessed Farm boy (my character) , a broke Disgraced noble, a processional cad who was a college professor and the Ghost of Watson Solving Supernatural events in in 1950's Les Vegas, it involved rogue chupacabra's, A Nazi spy sorceress, Zombie Nazi Werewolves fighting Golems out of the Torah, and my absurdly super powered character, saving a part of Les Vegas from a Giant Gila monster by repeatedly smashing it with and really really really big rock that was a national land mark until it gave up.
I once was dm'ing for a party that decided to capture a guard, cut off his hands, shave his head and write 276401 on his forhead with a heated piton, needless to say in another campaign i was running a guy liked pinning people to the ground the actually pinning them to the ground with rail road spikes.
I once ripped a 10 ft. by 10 ft. wooden door off it's hinges and used it to bash an ice giant to death. I then named the door Steve and decided to have the mages guild teleport it my homeland far away. they really didn't want to do it but I nat 20'd my persuasion roll so they had to. in the next campaign Steve the door sent me a letter wishing me well and he included a shield he bought with his wages as a tavern door.
I remember a DnD campaign my friends did; It was meant to be a 4 man campaign (and full groups tended to have trouble with it still) but there was only two of them... but their crowning achievement was dealing with a tavern full of bandits. See, one of my friends was playing a dwarf and decided to walk into the tavern and challenge all the bandits to a drinking contest; While he ended up black out drunk because of this, all the bandits were black out drunk as well... and defenseless when the other guy showed up and started putting arrow's into their heads.
I once kicked open a barricaded door. Rolled a 20, the door went flying with the barricade, slamming into the guard and tossing him out of a second story window, with him falling and breaking his neck. That same building I entered by kicking the back door so hard it exploded into a splintery mess. Strength oriented characters are fun.
snipple There was a time that we had to enter the Main Tower of a castle, the DM said "the door is Full of traps". Our giant rolled a nat20 and smashed the fucking wall. The entire party got a surprise buff(they didn't expected us to come through the wall) and the guards were totally destroyed.
I'm seeing a lot of crazy D&D stories, but nothing will beat the tale of the Bearship. In this magical forest our party ran into Ursuros the Unbeatable, a giant bear that was the guardian of the forest. Our werewolf guy got a nat 20 with tons of bonus stuff, killing him in one hit. Turns out the DM planned for Ursuros to become an ally. So we decided to take his corpse to the nearest town, and have him resurrected. So we are dragging this corpse through the woods, it's skin is getting torn off by being dragged along the road. One person had the idea of using a levitation potion, just a drop to have it float a couple feet off the ground and we push it. She used too much and Ursuros began to fly off, we each grabbed a leg, I managed to lasso a tree, but the tree was uprooted and dragged into the air. So here we are in the stratosphere, holding on for dear life, when it occurs to us that one of our party members is an expert in taxidermy. So we hollow out the bear, carve the tree into an undercarriage, and turn this floating bear into a zeppelin. Thus the Bearship was born. We gave up on resurrecting Usuros, because we would just a a flying, hollowed out bear thing screaming in pain for the rest of the adventure.
this game has no rules. This game has no rules!
that's truly amazing. xD
Oh my I wish that happened to me in dnd I never get to be dungeon master and the dungeon master that always gets to play is extremely punishing when I roll a 1.... You impaled your self with a *FREAKING BO STAFF!!!*
Boy, that escalated quickly.
I mean that really got out of hand fast.
I respect a DM who refers to the party as "we."
*Soviet anthem plays*
@@Darvar-SM our party
I remember having a game with a really eccentric DM way back. Like when we were swimming underwater to find a key, and we just ask, what do we see? He's sitting there in his leather chair and speaks with no emotion ''Two goblins are trying to set up fire''. I don't think we could pick ourselves up from that one.
I've got to remember that one.
***** Well the usual crowd I played with probably wouldn't fall for that but they got they share of surprises. Oh, Saulviloques, the one archmage you were playing with for the last 15 sessions? Turns out he's a doppelganger that betrayed you with your lovely elfish wife. Sorry, mate.
meh
My group was standing in a hallway full of doors on both sides, our DM had a bear wearing a suit and a top hat randomly walk out of a door, pick up one of our players and walk through another door. We followed only to see that it lead us to a hot spring, where we enjoyed ourselfs for a while.
JoQan
I had a dude once in my campaign who made a wizard-saiyan character.
Yep, you heard me right.
As soon as he could get fireball, and translocation (A spell I made up where you teleport 10-50 feet from where you stand), he started taking levels in fighter (For health), Monk (For the fisticuffs), and Rogue (For the dodge).
By level 12, he had taken a level in fighter, 3 levels in monk, and 2 levels in rogue. His strategy was as follows:
1: Teleport beside an enemy
2: Announce his presence
3: Grapple the bitch
4: Throw him
5: And shout 'KAME HAME HA!' as he blasted that bitch with a fireball mid-air.
I love my players.
The lesson for me is - In every D&D round there seems to be *one* madman.
That is all of us when it comes to me and my friends. We always ruin the DM's plans and leave him with his month open staring in disbelief. Or ripping pages out of his store because somehow we found a way to magically skip passed it with our actions. Or kill seemly unkillable monsters in one hit.
Duke00x but did your players ever summon beetlejuice to battle orcus while they destroy the fey and become "windmill facists"
TheMcg197 Does using random magical effect to make a friends hatchet talk which subsequently made him paranoid. At which he decided to bury the hatchet, quite literally, into the skull of an innocent little girl. Which he then stored in a bag that was filled with chocolate. He then snuck into a politicians house and hid the bag in a chest at the foot of his bed as an attempt to make him look bad.
well i would most likely be the mad man
LeCzarJ I'm not gonna lie
That's pretty smart
I once had a party member who collected rotten potatoes, and at one point we had to run away from guards, and he threw the potatoes shouting "Bomb!" And rolled 20 on his bluff check.
It was a bomb. A stink bomb composed of decomposing starch.
formless777 Only problem is this was a medieval setting XD Guards were like "bomb?"
+Elkator955 So many cool stories down here :3
+Elkator955 There's magic and usually gunpowder (cannons, mainly), so bombs are a common thing!
You could always make a vial of alchemic fire!
Elkator955 wooooooooooooooooow
In one campaign I asked the DM if I could loot a bunch of blanket, pitcher and a fork from an empty tavern, at first the DM was dumbfounded but then again I was playing a petty thief so he thought I was just roleplaying the class. When the some orcs suddenly attacked the tavern, we holed up inside the tavern barring the door so the orcs would not enter and we were firing arrows from the windows of the second floor as the orcs approches (we were severly out numbered and the scenario was suppose to have an ex machina) I ask the DM how many oil vials would it take to soak the blanket, he rolled and said something like 5 or 6, I skipped my turn to soak the whole blanket with oil and ask the DM if I could throw the blanket at the orcs below, using the fork as a weight I threw the blanked rolling a failed d12, the next round our sorceress suddenly gets the idea what I was doing so she ask if how many orcs were stepping on the blanket, the DM said though it missed the blanket was splayed at around 3x3 tiles covering a whooping 9 tiles where 7 orcs were standing, she shot a fire spell at it dealing an initial splash damage plus a sure shot +5 damage from oil vial and another +2 damage every round, we killed at least 20+ orcs in just 3 rounds because the orcs kept on stepping at the burning blanket. DM was so impressed by it that he didn't initiate the ex machina :D
In one adventure my players were shrunk to GI Joe size, stuck in the playroom of an ugly child. What was supposed to be an encounter with a housecat turned into a lifetime of companionship when the Cleric pet it on the nose instead of attacking. Later, with the cat's help, they defeated the child in their diminutive form- something I did not expect from Level 1 Characters.
That is just the type of thing the groups I have played in would do.
I like this Riley fellow.
+Crow senpai i like your ass.....
you are lying morgan
+Jack Bhogal I'll have you know there's no pussieeee
nolaz010 Report to the ship as soon as possible: We'll bang okay?
"This is America!"
'Lets change the subject'
"*sigh* This is Germany"
Crow senpai he reminded me of one of my ex-roommates. He did the craziest shit and almost always rolled a nat 20 or a 1% in games that has percentage rolls. I can't tell you how meny times he asked the game master if he could do something that is effectively impossible to then have the Game master say he can do it but has to roll under 2% on percentage dice and then watch as he roll 1% on then. he more then once did this one after another.
But what do you expect from a guy who gravity forgets exist for a second in real life sometimes (I watched him just hang in mid air for a second before gravity seemed to remember he was there and came back at him with a vengeance and slam him to the ground twice as hard as he should have landed.
This is why I love this game. My friend once convinced an ogre that he to go home because the ogre had left a stove on , and tickled another ogre to death. In Dungeons and Dragons, the dungeon master may be the creator of the world, but the d20 is the true god. All hail the d20, your fate is in it's rolls.
Saccillia What's a d20?
Saccillia My friends somehow managed to hug someone out of existence. Literally, the person just vanished into oblivion.
Adin Light This made my day.
Saccillia Our warforged with Charisma of 5 convinced a necromancer to stop being evil and take up pottery. All hail the nat20.
My lesbian friend one teabagged a dying pc to death with her direct quote from the dm here "drips of goodness" all hail the nat 20
No matter how much time passes, I always find myself returning to this video whenever I need a laugh.
This reminds me of when someone in my campaign used a loose brick to break out of prison. He named it Geoffe. He later killed a man with it from forty feet away...and had Geoffe enchanted.
Daniel Early Please tell me it got the vorpal enchant cause that would be hilarious
gdesign95 Sadly the campaign never got that far, he just didn't have enough money. All he got was +1 returning.
Daniel Early I like me my setting wizards on fire and using their burning bodies as improvised weapons
gdesign95 +4 Icy Burst Vorpal Brick....bwahahaha
GalderIncarnate
Vorpal brick?
A brick is a cutting weapon now?
Hehe. Most fun with improvised weapon feats I've had included the words "Throw the cleric!"
I think the funniest luck in D&D that one of my friends had is that her pacifist elf ALWAYS critted on any slap given to a party member she thinks is acting unreasonable. She was totally ineffective against the enemy, but she could knock out any party member she had a mind to. XD
In d20 modern, one person used a dead body as an improvised weapon, smacks my character with it, gets a critical hit and sends me into the 'dying/broken-bones' stage.
Ya, as a DM (GM, whatever) you have to let characters try crazy, fun, and sometimes unrealistic things. One of the classic stories I remember- As eight year old kids, we were playing the game and one of the new characters asked- So how does a warrior take a dump while wearing full plate armor? I was the DM, and I didn't know, so I made it up (of course!). I said in every suit of armor there is a sack installed so the warrior could poo on the go. Everyone bought this and the game continued. So, the party gets into a tight spot a few minutes later, the warrior has his weapon knocked out of his hand, so what does he decide to use as a missile weapon? His poo-sack! So to save the wizard the warrior throws his poo-sack and strikes X monster (can't remember what it was), thus saving the wizard from a certain death. It was classic. After that, the warrior used his poo-sack regularly as a missile weapon, and I even started having him track how many times he took a dump, so I knew how many primed sacks he had on him for use at any one time. Love D&D! Great work on the video!
Holy shit, you unintentionally invented the knight's on-the-go colostomy bag.
It has taken me HOURS to find this Gem of a video again, and it was all worth it! I missed you guys and you crazy ass stories!
THE HOLE DIDDLER
I take my bag of holding, turn it inside out, wrap it around myself and walk through the walls.
Obsession Tale blew my mind
wait what
I sat here on my computer thinking of ways this would be cool and I just thought (he I'm invicable to arrows as I just collect them) as well as (just run at the dragon hell just go into my inventory)
I am NOT suggesting this to my party. DAYUM.
I was playing a game of pathfinder a few months ago. I was playing a goblin rouge, and two friends of mine where in a relationship, irl and in game. So eventually the female halfelf had a child with the human barbarian. Seeing as I maxed out disguise and bluff I wrote the party a letter saying I had left to peruse my lifelong goal of owning a ranch off in the mountains. But before sunrise I stole and ate their baby, then disguised myself as their love child. We are still in the same campaign and they still dont suspect a thing.
Dude.
What the fuck.
I need an update on this story
Please tell me how this went
What the hell happened next!
Once I and my buddies were playing our three-week running campaign, but this time the DM's younger sister was also playing. We were all floating down a large river after our canoes had capsized (damn natural 1's) and we were all about to fall off a waterfall when the sister asked the DM "Is there anything I have that can hold water?". After He pointed out her waterskin she asked: "I will open my water skin and suck up all the water!". Everyone laughed, but she kept insisting and the DM, who thought it was really funny, told her to roll and if she got a natural 20, she could do it.
She rolled the 20.
We survived and continued the campaign and eventually set fire to a magical grove of trees (thanks to the lawful evil Sorcerer) and found a gnome village which we took over and left not three days later because all they had was a large cellar of currant wine.
I usually try to make logical characters with nothing to weird about them. but then there's the Bucket Wizard.
I made a magus who came from nobility and was super snobby, and one night the camp was on fire from bandits so he ran, got a bucket and was going to fill it when a bandit attacked him. he did the smart thing and slammed the bucket on the dudes head and tied him up with his animate rope spell and just dragged him to camp after the fires were put out, from then on he used the bucket as a weapon and could cast spells through it and would get bonuses if it was on someones head.
Good times
I can just imagine a skeleton running around with a bucket on it's head, with bright lights coming from the bucket, while a man with a cloak is yelling random stuff to trigger spells. Yeah.
oh god...I can't stop laughing.....send help....PLEASE!
The Riley story was probably one of the funniest DnD stories I've heard lol.
I once played this aristocratic snob of a human wizard who didn't take well to his party members. Most of the session went pretty average, with a few noteworthy things on my part as I nearly scorched our rogue to death to get rid of a swarm and me avoiding just about all floortraps by standing on top my floating disk. But just when we were about and role-playing what our characters would be doing till the next session I rolled my first crit of the night. As I approached this hot female elf in the tavern I rolled for a charisma check. Basically I said "Hi" to which she replied with "TAKE ME, I'M YOURS!".
lesson to be learned, dont be a shitty DM, let your players have fun with your world.
In my most recent D&D campaign, I played a Dwarven Bard. Now, naturally, I wanna keep the RP going, so when it comes time to pick my perks (Traits, whatever. I play too much Fallout) I choose disguise (Semi reasonable) and then I see that the list includes Singing, Dancing...And juggling. I don't need to tell you the other three perks I chose (Technically, I just did.) Our DM was pretty exploration-heavy so it took us a while to actually get into any combat, and as soon as we did, I realized how much my mace would pale in comparison to...The Double Kobold Juggle Kill.
Unfortunately, I suck at rolling. The D20 did not smile upon me that day. Needless to say, my mission forevermore is to successfully juggle my enemies to death. Wish me luck.
Jacob Lucas a dwarven bard, huh? I like that. Bet he had a wonderful singing voice.
Dallas V In my head I hear the shopkeeper from necrodancer. Look it up. You will not be disappointed.
Okay so posted below is a story I saw posted on 4chan or somewhere. It's not mine, nor do I remember the details, but it was pretty funny:
Okay so these guys were campaigning and one guy played a Paladin. All night and prior nights he's been using these dice which, no matter the situation, always seemed to roll total trash for him. Like he'd failed most rolls with them, but he SWORE he'd never throw out the dice and was saving them for a day when they'll redeem him.
Anyway it ends up through some sort of circumstances all of his team mates had died and he was left alone. He heard word of some sort of magic-casting Orc lord or something like that bringing an army to invade the town and were somewhere in the woods on their way.
So the Paladin runs through the woods towards where he was told of the army, and stumbled upon them. But he was clever and so set up a bunch of traps in the trees or something. Anyway, as the army continues many of the traps are destroying the impending force and he's actually rolling pretty good. He's slaughtering Orcs and other opponents left and right, just a non-stop barrage of enemies and he's making it out okay.
Just then, the crowd of enemies parts and there's the Orc Lord. The Orc Lord says "Impressive human. Few have been able to withstand my great army. You will pay for this dearly." He fires magical attacks and shiz at the Paladin whose taking heavy damage throughout the battle. Eventually the Paladin is on his knees and a single attack away from death. The Orc Lord says "Look at you Paladin. How pathetic you are. Right here before me I will slay you dead. We will march into this town and kill the residents. We will then set our sights on all other towns after that, until all living life forms are either dead, or slaves to my might! Only I have the power to lead this army, and only I will lead it to rule this world!! Prepare thyself for death!"
So by now the guy playing the Paladin knew he was dead, no matter what. The DM had it in for him since the beginning, and he didn't need shitty dice to make matters worst. He had only one more act of defiance which he could muster so as to, hopefully, handicap the Orc Lord or something. But he knew that this was it. It was the time when his unlucky dice would get him through this. He would roll it and score a perfect 20, and manage to destroy the Orc Lord's magical amulet or something. His dice HAD to do it!
With I deep breath and vigorous shaking of the dice in his little Yahtzee cup, he let the dice fly with the greatest passion he could muster....
...and rolled a 1.
"GOD DAMMIT! SON OF A BITCH DICE!!!"
The DM and everyone else laughed their ass off and gave him another chance. "Roll once more dude."
Not above taking the charity, he rolled the dice yet again.
Another 1.
"STUPID FREAKING DICE ABSOLUTELY WORTHLESS!!!"
Even more laughter. The DM once he calmed down from laughing wiped a tear away and instructed the Paladin to roll for what type of self-imposed failure he would inflict.
He spitefully picked up his dice and threw it hard on the table, causing it to bounce about until coming to a stop.
Another 1.
The DM laughed again along with everyone else, as the Paladin player picked up his dice and threw them into the garbage. The DM picked up his little book of damages, checked the effect for rolling a 1, and on his face it went from a warm hearty smile to a cold frown. The DM furrowed his brow a bit...then his mouth opened a gasp and his face turned pale. Everyone looking at the DM also went quiet in response to his face. The Paladin player returned to the table, dice in garbage. He saw the DM's expression and asked. "OH WHAT!? DID I CHOP OFF MY OWN HEAD!?!? DID I SOMEHOW GRANT SPECIAL POWERS TO THE ORC LORD AS HE STOOD ABOVE ME!?!?!"
The DM after a few seconds looked up to the group and spoke a single sentence, reading from the book. A sentence he will never, ever forget.
"Player and adjacent target are killed."
I would love to see this happen in anyway possible.
Holy shit, totally gotta include this fumble roll in my campaign... that would be amazing!
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Thank you! Yes this is the original in all its glory! I must have embellished a little, but that's how I remembered it.
Great times and lolz. Thank you again.
"Player and adjacent target are killed." what does that mean?
Wait, so hearing an armoured knight go "CLANK CLANK CLANK OH SWEET JEGUS MY PANCREAS!" down the stairs didn't wake them up?
dude. no one wakes me from my 2 am nap!
While it might not of woke the party I had a case with an npc of mine (basically following my character) following along making a racket not alert the enemies we were sneaking up on because they just rolled lower then a 5.
I once threw an 800 pound,flaming, church pew at a skeleton general. I was lucky enough that he failed his reflex save so I pretty much just smashed him to pieces.
+Link The Hero Church furniture defeating evil undead generals. How fitting.
DeadCamper When my sword wasn't doing the job,I decided to use my strength more creatively!
Link The Hero i was taking part in epic series building over a year of game play, every friday and Sunday. The dm the whole time keep building up the final boss of this epic quest. How strong he was so on and so on. Ee heard epic tales of his power. We could fell the doom as We had to travel all over the world, we aquired horses that shrunk down and fit in our bags. They would grow as we tossed them to thevground. We manage to get to his torn room. Panting and worn down from epic fights up to the grand door. So there we were standing in front of this door. I decided to grab my horse out of my bag. The dm told me he though i was going to charge his wizard god horse back. But i had different plans. With an 18 roll on a str check i busted the door open nearly tearing it from its hinges. And the startled wizard finched and started to rise. Then it happened my dm said what. Are you fucking kinding me. Roll int. I rolled a 20 he rolled a 1. I throw my horse as hard as i could. He makes me roll again. 20 are you kidding he shouted. With my modifiers 24. The horse after leaving my hand expands while flying in the air. Roll a d20 he snaps i could fell his distaste. His pupils dilate and he throws his hands in air. Are you serious as the dice topples over and lands on 20. He gets up and grabs a couple books. Goes out to smoke a cigarette, we are confused. But laugh as he tries to figure out how to handle crit damage from a horse being thrown. He comes in after what had to be two cigarettes. Sits down he makes a roll. His eyes dart at me. He rolls again this time when his eyes dart at me i could feel his hatred. I could hear the dice slide as he set them a side. Picks up a hand full of dice and rolls.
Unbelievable he says. He knocks dow his dm screen. To revile 2 d 20 dice had rolled a 1 and 15d8s all showing 8s. He smiles and says well played and stands up and shows us the charater sheet for the wizard. His hp was 110. Death by horse.
He explained he had another form and that if he had won initiative would of put his hit points to 1200. The smount of spells he had would of damn near killed us. Most likely killed us. Which was his plan. He wanted to end our quest leaving us defeated. Well i had other plans and so did The dice.
That was my most insane and unbelievable kill i ever committed. The dice were on my side. A year of planing for this one epic fight gone because i threw my horse. And i threw my dice to a victory. Dont worry because i rolled so crazy the horse was fine, well till i approached him see we where 400 ft in the air and the horse fled from me out of fear straight out the window. Dont worry ti'ght Ase Box'ers let me ride with him while the others carried the loot home.
I've been in three different RPG groups so far, and I have to say, the ones that have weird silly stuff in 'em where everybody's laughing are infinitely better than the groups where they are serious all the time. It really makes it worth it.
OH ONE TIME IN A TAVERN THE WALLS STARTED BLEEDING
That just the whores in the back who's on their period.
I'm DM'ing the Phandelver campaign. Last week Goran, our chaotic-good one-eyed dwarven cleric with a pet rat named Stephen, made his way to the Sleeping Giant to have a chat with the Redbrands, while our gnome rogue hid in an alleyway, and the rest of the party hung back. I had all sorts of fun insults ready to throw at the group to goad them into fighting them.
Alas, at the first nasty glance from the gang, Goran pulls out his hunting trap and throws it at one of the Redbrand's nads. He hits, stuns the guy, and the gnome leaps out and knocks the guy out.
Later Goran declares, "I used to be a ruffian like you, but then I took a hunting trap to the nads."
mikeleeisback
Just the other day, my group started the Phandelver campaign. We went into the Spider's Silk tavern, saw the wizard but payed him no mind. The bartender was skeptical of us (go figure, human barbarian, hooded cleric, and a Kenku walk in together), he had his guard ready their crossbows, then our Cleric (who is also the strategist) decided to start a bar fight to distract the guard and get out of the bad situation.
The guard shot me (the Barbarian), then I turned him into a blood geyser with my Warhammer, our Rogue Kenku jumped into the brawling tavern and killed some dudes, and someone pissed off the wizard who blew up the bar and teleporting away, leaving my party there alive, but our Kenku only got out with 1 HP left, my Barbarian was just outside the range of the blast, and the Cleric ran and took cover before he could be harmed by it.
Our DM then decided that the wizard would be a future boss after that event. We also got a free place to sleep.
mikeleeisback
Just the other day, my group started the Phandelver campaign. We went into the Spider's Silk tavern, saw the wizard but payed him no mind. The bartender was skeptical of us (go figure, human barbarian, hooded cleric, and a Kenku walk in together), he had his guard ready his crossbow, then our Cleric (who is also the strategist) decided to start a bar fight to distract the guard and get out of the bad situation.
The guard shot me (the Barbarian), then I turned him into a blood geyser with my Warhammer, our Rogue Kenku jumped into the brawling tavern and killed some dudes, and someone pissed off the wizard who blew up the bar and teleporting away, leaving my party there alive, but our Kenku only got out with 1 HP left, my Barbarian was just outside the range of the blast, and the Cleric ran and took cover before he could be harmed by it.
Our DM then decided that the wizard would be a future boss after that event. We also got a free place to sleep.
why is it that the shenanigans work best in this game?! like, one of the more well known d&d games at the moment thats being put up on youtube is crys. and every time he does this odd stuff it works perfectly, like, he threw a tree log, through a horse. and it worked. another time he used a dead rat as a weapon, and it worked. and my personal favorite, when he used the body of a girls father as a puppet...to calm her down. and he got a natural 20....i don't get how that works.
Cause no one talk about successful regular play that much. Failed improvise stuff all the time. I arrived late at our first season so our dm decides to introduce my character to the party by having him try to rob one of them. Specifically the arch mage's apprentice. So I track them back to the arch mate's tower which I decide to try and climb the outside of. Fail pretty quickly and the guards just stood there laughing. Got away then ambushed the apprentice in the middle of the stress knick him to the ground and ending up rolling a 3 when I tried to steal from him which lead to my hand being caught in his grip with his own reflex save. For away followed him and to make a boring story short for shoved down a hole with the rest of the party as the only one without darkvision. Bright side I am the tallest one amoung them.
In the latest session of my D&D game, we needed a dragon horn from a local wizard. We went over and tried everything: intimidation, bribery, offers and counteroffers - nothing. Finally, our bard suggested that our female halfling rogue give him a lapdance, along with some gold, in exchange. He rolled for persuasion and got a nat fucking 20. Our poor rogue was forced into stripteasing for a dirty old man so we could save thousands of lives. That same session, our druid critted on a spell cast (can't remember the name) and rolled 16d6 damage, each, against a pair of minotaurs. Instantly killed one and almost got the other. Fucking ridiculous rolls.
Crit damages have some great stories to tell as bosses are instantly blown into bits
that is one of the funniest things i have ever read
Totally not a pineapple Great story, but to be fair the players should never roll for persusuasion amongst themselves and depending on how well the DM knows the NPC shouldn't for other interactions either.
Fucking great story though.
these storys are amazing!
laughed so hard i couldn't breath. i had to stop the video so i wouldn't die from laughter.love the hole diddling.
The best thing happened when I was playing dnd. My friend seduced a dragon and had it join our party. Long live his character Chuck McFiercestein.
Casey Hawersaat thats kinda what like what mt character did he freed two enslaved dragon turtles and talked to them using draconiac and then had the rest of the party ride them into a fight with a naga and at the end of the campaign my character teleported away to live with my turtle friends
nothing kills a game quicker then a DM who doesn't allow creativity
Too a degree. To... a degree. I regret some times DMing when i allowed creativity. 😐
One time that comes to mind was while playing Mutant Chronicles, when i let a player with 1 point of mechanical skill, try to dig a phone booth out of the sidewalk and jury rig it into a mobile phone. The SOB rolled 4 critical successes.
I still made him drag the damn thing with him on a harness for the rest of the session. 😑
Eventually he got so fed up with the weight penalties that he broke into some poor bastards car and left it there.
My DM has the most hilarious ways to rule Vicious Mockery for bards. You see, what he does is that you roll and then you insult, now depending on your roll is how good your insult is and the objective of this is to make enemies spiral into depression and making them either getting crippling depression (so they're just too sad to keep fighting) or bullying them so much they'd rather kill themselves than keep hearing your savage roast.
Once when playing D&D my party was talking about mimics, someone made a joke, we laughed, the inn laughed, the table laughed. We killed the table. It was a good day.
I like this Riley guy
I've never played D&D, but after hearing this story and reading all this comments, I seriously need to find a local session someday.
Riley plays like me and let me tell you
That is a FUN way to play
(especially acting out the outrageous ways you slaughter people)
As I like to say, "If you are not making your DM go 'What the fuq!' at least three times a game. You are not doing your job as a player. "
this happened literally last night, I was DMing my second session ever, the first night was a total flop, I was still just reading up on the module that came with the 5e starter set. But, there they were fighting bout 5 goblins and a goblin boss, with beefed up Hit points cuz, as prerequisite, every body was a Lv. 3, and they were a Human Cleric of Apollo, Dwarf Fighter and a Tiefling Rogue (very run-of-the-mill party), well jumping ahead to the end of this fight, they're down to two goblins with 3 and 6 HP left, they surrender after the death of their boss. But as an intimidation/attack roll, the Rogue grabs hold of the lesser goblin and Skull-phuks the remaining life points from him. the Other goblin totally mortified completely spills the beans. Only to have his throat slit by the rogue.
You guys need more D&D stories, these are hilarious. XD
Surprisingly enough this video made me get the hiccups.
+Nathaniel Hornblower Some Side-effects may apply
-Zac
MAKE MORE VIDEOS OF THIS
+Cross Platform Action Squad (CPAS) plz
It's the narrator's voice methinks
Improv weapons are awsome. I have a Dwarf character by the name of Drogar "Shoveldorf" Steelshovel. And Shoveldorf's weapon of choice was of course a shovel course he was not above picking up random things and clubbing people with them I also carried a bag of rocks and would sometimes just chuck the whole thing at enemies. One time the DM thought it would be a good idea to give Shoveldorf a shovel that produced beer whenever he stuck it in the ground. It was cursed and he couldn't stop.
So shoveldorf is drunk off his ass and is being carted off to town to get the curse removed, is then left alone by the rest of the party.
In the 1st edition rules you can find the digging speed of your average dwarf over a 8 hour period, I think it was about 80 square feet over 3 hours or something like that. I then hand the DM a note and he goes to the other players and asks them what they are doing.
The rest of the party comes back to the cart to find a huge hole in the wood and a much bigger hole under it. With Shoveldorf singing in the hole. It became the towns new root Cellar, it was about the size of a swimming pool.
*Sings Diggy Diggy Hole*
@@kabob0077♪I am a dwarf an I'm digging a hole♪
Playing Dnd a long time ago with my party we were raiding a coastal keep with a drawbridge that hung over a river going inland. There were five of us and we were killing it. We tracked down a war band of raiders that were pillaging villages and looting all the gems, including some special gems that were part of the story. We had a plan to sneak around climb to the top and then kill everything from the top down as we made our escape with some loot. We executed this plan to damn near perfection. Except we couldn't hit the boss. A roided out orc in the heaviest armor we've ever come across and he just gives 0 shits. Naturally we decide to take our shit and leave. So we're hauling ass down dozen of flights of stairs, this Orc is keeping up pace because jumping down whole floors is a real time saver. I'm an earth cleric with a shield and a mace just trying to keep him backed up from killing the party. We got the bridge down and we're escaping, my parties taking care of mobs while I just get pummeled and in an act of desperation to stop him I lunge at him for a tackle. I succeed in grabbing him and stopping his movement, grappling with him. Everyone makes off like bandits, I lose the second grapple check and get thrown off the bridge! In a moment of creativity I used turn to stone spell and turned my character into stone. Survived the fall, sank to the bottom of the river, and walked out.
I love how chill this guy is
This was oddly an extremely helpful DMing video. Thanks.
ProJared was talking about silly D'n'D stories and started searching.
This is hilarious, love the casual reminiscing.
Big wall of fluffy goodness, so kawaii yo
This is a character from a fighting game. I think Jason needs a hug, a boot to the face, or maybe to hug a boot to the face. The point is that this person wants a reaction but no need to hate topkek.
All furries need to burn... because they're flaming homosexuals. (y)
ChikoWhat Weeaboos deserve no better.
Spiked boots?
ChikoWhat after violently tortured and killed.
Yo man, chill. Cunts on the internet be hatin'. IT'S JUST A PRANK BRO!
There was this one time where I was DMing and the party was fighting this band of religious clerics and monks (who were actually good guys trying to chop down this tainted tree, but one party member was a tree-hugging druid).
They were having a really tough time killing the leader of the band just cuz he had a ridiculous AC When his turn came, my best bud who likes to joke around a lot said, " I cast Friends. I would like to convince him that he is dead." Friends allows you to roll twice and take the better roll on charisma and he rolled two nat 20s. I decided that the monk felt the call of his god (who was a grim reaper type) and snapped his own neck. Dude had 4 hitpoints left so it felt appropriate. For some reason though, my players loved that and cite it as one of their favorite experiences.
D&D storytelling can be awkward and not very intuitive, but it is usually pretty magical.
Please please do more! As a DM I like these vids cause they're funning and give me inspiration, I also want my players to watch it so they can be more creative as well. Make more soon!
Guys, guys.... you gotta give us more of these, make em up if you have to, they're that good.
Tell us all, please.
In one campaign I played a cleric who would make people explode using create water. The DM allowed it on the condition that I had to make a touch attack to put my hand over the person's mouth amd spawn the water there, since you're not allowed to just spawn it inside them.
I remember the time when my fighter sank a bloody pirate ship with our ranger...and whilst it killed ALL the rest of the pirates we kind of sent some of the party in the drink aswell since they were on it aswell,this meant that they had to get back on soaking wet...that and our party members weren't exactly...on terms with each other
This will never not be funny. I love this!
That was the most entertaining five minutes of my day. Awesome.
I once rolled 3 20s on my roll to kick in a door, and the DM ruled that the door came off its hinges and crushed several goblins hiding behind it. In the same session, that particular character also accomplished several feats of incredible stupidity like immediately using his Monk teleportation ability after specifically being told that the dungeon we were in had a magical effect screwing around with teleportation (this had the effect of separating him from the party), and being trapped in an illusion of an endless series of trapped doors for like 4 hours.
My sister DMed a Sci Fi adventure in which we were trapped on a still ship in open space. It was infested with raiders and had a lot of traps.
Early in the game we came across a door with a blinking red light over, and decided not to open it. Later in the game we found a radio on a dead raider, and the raider leader was trying to make contact with his group.
My sister's plan was that we were to go and fight the raiders, but I passed a bluff check and instead lured the raiders into opening the door with the blinking red light. The raider leader and his gang got sucked into space... She was a bit disappointed we didn't try to open that door earlier, but wasn't at all prepared for us to find out what was in there in another way.
I suggested we'd send the raiders to that door so that we a) could find out what was behind it and b) if it was something dangerous, we'd hurt the raiders.
Two flies in one go, lol.
It was hilarious when my little plan saved us a boss fight through spacing their butts!
During that same game I also insisted on doing a speech check when in the middle of a battle, to make the remaining raider flee the battle. My sister rolled her eyes and said, well, unless you roll a damn good roll I am not gonna... then went quiet as I rolled a 20.
Okay, fine then *laughter*
I have a friend a lot like Riley, she is the funniest person to play D&D with!
This is my jam. It's the main reason I favor illusions. You can set up so many story situations with them.
Extremely notable video on the whole. Many thanks.
New D&D story on Friday!
where was it yesterday?
Yo, Riley sounds like a legit sadist. Probably uses DnD to play out his sick fantasies.
We are working on some new videos, but with some complications arising (school, military, tech problems, etc.) we can't post too often. Trust us we have more videos being worked on, it's just the lack of time management.
Short answer, MORE VIDEOS SOON
I had a friend who had once a character with a halberd, and everytime he'd take an enemy down, he would stick his intestines on the halberd for extra poison damages and to frighten people. It's also the dude who once had a sword but kept failing real hard, so he started punching people instead and 3 out of 4 times ripped the balls out (notably 4 wolves in a row, saving the day)
One of my friends that I play d&d with (tefling barbarian) does the strangest stuff. Like he'll pick up random bones, rocks or sticks even whole suits of armor aren't safe from him. At one point he decided to smash boulders together and a shard cut his foot and caused an infection. He scraped the infection with a sharp rock and attached it to a branch making a poisoned spear
Probably one of the better dnd videos I've seen.
in my game a warrior critically rolled for both of his great weapons, throwing them away, and without weapons he wanted to suplex the area boss, he succseeded and broke his neck.. good times
There needs to be more of this.
one of my party members once had a character who was obsessed with burning things and stealing peoples kidneys, but only the right ones, because according to him "the left kidneys tags bad" (yes, he was eating the kidneys)
taste*
"Only only only"
"according according"
what?
Noneofyour Business It's fine I was just wondering why it posted the word only 3 times
the illustrations combined with the comedic timing is gold
In my current session of D&D, I'm playing a Halfling Barb, but because my DM is cool as shit, instead of being a Barbarian in the tradition sense, I'm a Marauder following the Barb line. Either way, after a fight, we are travelling to town with an old man and his clockwork wolf he made and I rolled to teach him how to dance...rolled a one HOWEVER, since Halflings have the Lucky ability to reroll all ones, I rerolled...got a natural 20...I then taught what was pretty much steam punk Blade Wolf how to dance.
Once I was getting really bad rolls, and I was getting really angry so I said "I command my dragon to eat the enemies eye then rip out all of intestines and bring them out his mouth" ... I got a 19.
Did you have a dragon
I once accidentally summoned a Unicorn with wildmagic, to which our dwarven party member suplexed a flying demon (which he was grappling with at the time) onto from about 50ft in the air. And another not so killy moment where half the party was torturing a guy, whilst eating breakfast, and I decided I would use a cooked sausage, stick it into an open wound and just ram around like a joystick... then our dragon friend ate it a bit, spat it into my hand so I just compacted it into the wound again... Man I love D&D.
in my group we had to defend a castle with two walls and two rivers, one of them between the walls. now our elf had a invisibility artifact and went to the camp of the attacking orks and it turned out that for one: they had a pretty big tree to crash the door down (we were only us and some vilagers, they managed to build a bridge over the first river) and two: they had no idea about our seccond wall. so every bloddy ork is charging and in the last moment : we open the doors (2x20 on strength) and they just all fall into the river, we close the door again, they are all dead
GM: "You are standing on the edge of a cliff"
Player: "I turn around and take a step backwards"
I once settled up a Shadowrun game with a heavy magical inspired vibe (basically their fixer was an archmage that was researching a way to recreate a soul. His greater success was his butler who was a reanimated half vampire with unearthly speed and strength. In pure "The Librarian" style, the fixer held a museum filled with arcane and cursed items brought from around the world) and they had to find a cursed book that held the soul of the cursed king of greed (Midas/ Hastur). They find a secret place under the castle and fight a bunch of thugs. 4 of them had bleeding daggers (basically even if the damage total was 0 they still bled you for 2 turns, so some kind of slow armor piercing), one of them had "the killer hand" (adept/ monk skill that made the damage stun equal as phisical damage), one of them had a soultrapping claymore (basically rendered any shaman summon useless) and one of them had control abilities. The fight was timed, since after the first damage was dealt, the ritual begun. I rolled poorly, so poorly that the monk tripped on his robe and smashed his head against the granite platform, passing out for 5 rounds. I built the fight to make it exhausting more than hard, since the thugs had a lot of armor (so someone would've started using some fucking piercing ammo or skill). To top that off, once the passed out thug got up, he basically oneshotted a player who rolled a 0 on his armor and evasion check.
Moral of the story: Don't fuck neither with the DM neither with a unarmed fighter.
I love this. I love all of you, as well. Especially Zac.
I lost it when Count Chocula showed up.
me 2
The truth is that actually Riley is your favourite friend ;]
That was fucking beautiful! :'D
"And Riley didn't have a ranged weapon so he just started ripping bricks out of the wall and just started chucking them at people down below."
FUCKING GENUIS
This reminds me of my favorite, or at least one of my favorite stories from my D&D experiences. I was a level 18 fighter-dragon samurai or something, and I had this REDIC build. Double oversized greatsword (don't judge, I was like 14) which was 4d6 by itself, plus the 3d6 elemental damage from my 10 levels in dragon samurai. That coupled with a 36 strength score made my DM's life very difficult. Did I mention that my sword was mercurial? 19-20 x4 critical.
So, my character was well known at this point due to some old god end of the world jazz (that, and it was close to the end of the campaign), so there were plenty of challengers to my title of 'best swordsman.' This crazy powerful npc challenged my character to a duel, which I accepted. My DM spent days creating the npc, and we spent hours in-game building the suspense. When the time to fight began, I won initiative. I then proceeded to charge->leap attack->power attack for 5(I always rolled terrible at anything but 5; this was a running gag due to always rolling crits on 5's) I crit, did 7d6+40 something x4 and killed the npc instantly. My DM went silent, and then said something along the lines of, "I'm gonna need a bit to understand what the fuck just happened."
Good times.
We are planning on making more of these. We love making them.
"You play an insignificant part, but you're still significant in my heart." XD
That was hillarious, and it gave me some cool inspiration for my next D&D session!
I love it when players do crazy shit like this. It makes every game I run so much more enjoyable when the players think of the weirdest stuff to get out of sticky situations.
"he was just like taking his mace and diddling the holes in this guy." Somehow my job is done. Moving along.
Reminds me of a home brewed setting one of my D&D friends made using FATE, Our group was and a demon possessed Farm boy (my character) , a broke Disgraced noble, a processional cad who was a college professor and the Ghost of Watson Solving Supernatural events in in 1950's Les Vegas, it involved rogue chupacabra's, A Nazi spy sorceress, Zombie Nazi Werewolves fighting Golems out of the Torah, and my absurdly super powered character, saving a part of Les Vegas from a Giant Gila monster by repeatedly smashing it with and really really really big rock that was a national land mark until it gave up.
This is a good video! I like the creativity behind the players, and the video reflecting that. Wish you would do more RPG videos.
I once was dm'ing for a party that decided to capture a guard, cut off his hands, shave his head and write 276401 on his forhead with a heated piton, needless to say in another campaign i was running a guy liked pinning people to the ground the actually pinning them to the ground with rail road spikes.
I once ripped a 10 ft. by 10 ft. wooden door off it's hinges and used it to bash an ice giant to death. I then named the door Steve and decided to have the mages guild teleport it my homeland far away. they really didn't want to do it but I nat 20'd my persuasion roll so they had to. in the next campaign Steve the door sent me a letter wishing me well and he included a shield he bought with his wages as a tavern door.
LMAO RILEY IS A GOD!!!!!!!
Your descriptions and editing are both way too chaotic to find this enjoyable.
This is so awesome, CPAS should definitely make more
I remember a DnD campaign my friends did; It was meant to be a 4 man campaign (and full groups tended to have trouble with it still) but there was only two of them... but their crowning achievement was dealing with a tavern full of bandits. See, one of my friends was playing a dwarf and decided to walk into the tavern and challenge all the bandits to a drinking contest; While he ended up black out drunk because of this, all the bandits were black out drunk as well... and defenseless when the other guy showed up and started putting arrow's into their heads.
Please, PLEASE do more! This was great!!!
I once kicked open a door so hard it shattered and half hit a orc because a piece of the door hit him in the head.
***** Hahahaha, nice!
oh sweet Jesus, help I can't stop laughing!
I once kicked open a barricaded door. Rolled a 20, the door went flying with the barricade, slamming into the guard and tossing him out of a second story window, with him falling and breaking his neck. That same building I entered by kicking the back door so hard it exploded into a splintery mess.
Strength oriented characters are fun.
snipple There was a time that we had to enter the Main Tower of a castle, the DM said "the door is Full of traps".
Our giant rolled a nat20 and smashed the fucking wall. The entire party got a surprise buff(they didn't expected us to come through the wall) and the guards were totally destroyed.
This channel deserves more subs
Why was this only recommended to me 5 years later? I haven't laughed so much in ages