My party had a kobold, but he was there by choice, pretty much given free run, and the party watched out for him. Once Tasha’s came out, I applied sidekick rules to him. He was always the npc mascot, never a pet. Come on, they’re sentient!
Exactly! My players have a Kobold scribe following them around to "account the tales of his people's gods" (The party have a Red and a Blue Dragonborn in the party, and they convinced a whole building of Kobolds they're secretly gods). He's never forced to be around them, and knows when to keep his distance. At the moment Sir Tenly Adraggon (Decided to make his name a pun. "Certainly a dragon") is traveling with the Blue Dragonborn on a skyship, and hopefully he'll have many more tales to write down
One of our groups has a kobold bartender named Tig who stays with us. One of our characters has a heavily modified collapsible tower. Basically we have a pop up tavern, The Drooling Dragon. And the dm gave Tig sidekick levels.
Yeah, Psudodragons have it even worse, everyone seems to think of them as cute dragon kittens. ffs they have 10 int! they're probably smarter than the party Barbarian! LOL
@@Karagianis The thing with Psudodragons is that they canonically love being treated like pets, they adore being given cutesy names, they love being petted, played with, carried and all around babied like how you would treat an actual pet. It's just that because of their pride they deeply hate being called or considered a pet since that basically puts them in the position of an inferior or property instead of as a friend or companion. So with Psudodragons is an understandable mistake to make, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck and acts like a duck, it's surprising when the duck poisons you for calling it a duck.
I may be a little militant at the point, but therefor I'd propably had broken my parent's noses. A dog is more than just an animal or a living being - he/she is a friend an must be treated properly.
Well he said he had a troubled home life and had to move out early. So its not a surprise his parents did that. It is horrible though, poor guy never got closure.
My party has just got a new character, a kobold that my low int Orc has convinced the party and NPCs is his pet frog(due to campaign setting, they'd have been treated as if they were a suspicious individual)
That's hilarious bro and ironically I've roleplayed as Buddy/Woofles as my backstory a few times We should do a crossover episode. I've gained sentience and don't trust easily because my last owner essentially pinned their entire happiness and identity on me and I was like, "bro I love you but I'm just a dog who loves to eat, sleep and drag my ass on the carpet, pinning your sanity and very self image on me is too much pressure." I eventually graphically faked my death in an attempt to help him move on from our codependent slide into depression. I think of him often but fear a relationship that intense ever again.
Oh my God adopting kobolds is a trend! My group's kobold is named Trapper and we all love him. Met him in the sewers of the main capital city early in. He has a thing for blowing things up (he is an artificer after we begged for him to have a character sheet) and cupcakes.
I have a kobold character who'd actually prefer being treated like that- she's of the mind that there's "no such thing as bad attention." So she wouldn't mind the outfits or the bindings or being taken to all the risky places because she has people waiting on her hand and foot. She'd probably play up the whole "helpless" aspect just to get more attention.
I actually did something similar to the second story. A couple years ago, we had to put down our 17 year old cat, my best friend. Around the same time, I had just started designing a character for a D&D game with some friends. I took that opportunity to make a wizard with a cat familiar, and gave it the same name as my old friend. Just to be with her a little longer.
I've been naming palicoes in Monster Hunter after my long-lost tabby Gulliver. Design their fur patterns to look as much like him as I can. It's... a little hard to do without tearing up, but then I get to go on adventures with my cat, so. Ultimately a win. Did the same thing with the palamute in Rise, and now Flash lives again, in a way.
that second story brought back some painful memories. memories of a pet that wasn't even our families, but still practically raised me. nothing traumatic happened, she had a good long life as a barn dog, until she got so old she couldn't move, and she had to be put down.
.... the kobold here is almost identical to the backstory of the kobold I am playing in a game. Raised by murderhobos. And now becoming an adventurer herself with a lot of trauma as a result of murdohobo parents.
Lol my daughter is four years old and exclusively plays as a Kobold. She absolutely nails the overly ambitious but incredibly naive with a funny voice (ya know, cuz she's 4) I couldn't help but see her as the kidnapped kobold losing her mind getting forcefully dolled up or being told to brush her teeth and I couldn't help but crack up lol.
Reminds me of Drawfees JRPG idea of the group just kidnapping a Japanese man in stuck in a mascot costume that couldn’t speak english as the party pet. You know I think fosters home for imaginary friends did a similar thing too! YIRBEL LIVES!
The party that I DM needed to destroy a magic item, so I created a monster that could eat magic items. It combined all the qualities of a Black Pudding and a Rust Monster into one ooze monstrosity. It was created through a sadistic ritual by a cult of Ghaunadaur who also converted themselves into gelatinous cultists. This monstrosity is acidic to the touch and while it can eat wood or metal items, always prefers to dine on magical items explicitly, which it can smell the presence of. I can't think of many parties that would like to be around something like this for very long, as they tend to like owning magic items. ...So the party has had it for about 10 levels now, and the fact that it's about to hit its version of puberty is a plot important event the party is preparing for, knowing that they need to get it to the Elemental Plane of Ooze to feed for a while. They're currently on a quest to get the correct tuning fork for the Plane Shift spell, and are looking forward to see it post-transformation.
that kobold has a perfect backstory, however he's probably going to HATE people for the rest of his life to the point to where I don't actually think he would ever willingly join a party...
My party has a kobold we sort of adopted after a failed ambush against our party. To sum up the encounter we were ambushed by a group of about 12 kobolds and defeated about 8 of them including the leader in 1.5 rounds. Which proceeded to caused a panic amongst the remaining kobolds, and in the scramble to escape our party's vicinity one kobold downed it's injured ally so it could leave our line of site. Well our artificer took pity on the kobold by healing and feeding it. Then stating it was free to leave if it wanted to or come with us, it chose us because of promises of regular meals and being well cared for. Also the kobold is now our artificers lab assistant/apprentice and is named Larry. Only because when we asked it it's name it was too overly long and complex for us to memorize. Side note: the kobold upon being told we were just going to call him Larry only shrugged its shoulders in response. So we assume he is ok with it.
They are only stupid compared to other dragons. Personally I see them as brutish/arrogance which people mistake as stupidity. When you live in their habitat there isn't much that can challenge you for dominance at the top of the food chain.
That first story reminds me a bit of the book "Orconomics," a satire about a heroic fantasy world with a surprisingly modern economy. At one point, the dwarven protagonist rescues a goblin and adopts him. The goblin speaks poor common, and he doesn't speak goblin, and... well, if you've read it, you'll understand exactly how a minor miscommunication regarding what to call him turned out. If you haven't read it... read it! If you enjoy this channel you'll likely enjoy the story.
My group has a Druid who adopts pets. She currently has a baby owl bear. The rest of us adopt. Our kobold artificer adopted a baby silver dragon (long story) who masquerades as a little blue kobold. And my character adopted a baby white dragon (the silver dragon’s brother again, long story) and she’s currently trying to teach him to be as good as he can be. She must be doing a good job because his scales have changed to a mother of pearl color instead of the flat white.
I'm currently playing as a character that intimidated a goblin into becoming his sidekick so I'm pretty sure I feel more towards the Cobalt kidnapping side of the spectrum
I do have a similar story as the first one, though I hope not as fucked up. DnD 3.5, the group was facing undead assaults on cities and even a famous and loved town got reduced to cinders by them, causing a crusade to be formed. Characters were expected to try and recruit extra help for such a task, as there would be no way we could take on an army that size by ourselves. Paladins recruited more paladins, clerics recruited more clerics... And my bard recruited a rat. My bard is a level 16 bard/dragon disciple, and after seeing that the battle would take place in a cemetery and on the catacombs under it, I had the bright (or stupid) idea to just recruit rats to do the exploration for us. DMs were mildly okay with the idea as long as I try to convince said animals, which aren't the smartest. My bard does have Speak with animals as a spell and a shit-ton of animal handling and diplomacy, so I didn't think too much about it. Comes the day of recruiting, I go into the sewers of a city with the warrior and the cleric, end up recruiting only one, a huge, fat rat that I nickname Nera. Turns out, Nera loves whale meat and that shit is sold in tons at the market, so through food, we became friends. She also got along with the parrot my bard had adopted years ago from a deceased pirate, named Meg Screams-a-lot. The headquarters of the crusade was an orphanage that's very close to the cemetery, and most people did NOT enjoy seeing that rat. A few barbarians tried to smash it, the priests of Sune, goddess of beauty, though it was sacrilege to even have such an animal there, but my bard convinced them all that it was a good plan. And the rat? Nera explored the dungeons every day, not really facing any dangers. The undead ignored the rat, as some of the vampires commanded their own and it fit right in. And after every dungeon run, Nera would come out to the backside of the orphanage and whisper all of that info to my bard. The info wasn't extremely reliable given it's a rat and it doesn't quite understand what an undead was, but it helped us a ton in catching their patrols by surprise. We won the crusade by the skin of our teeth, we barely made it, and at the end of it, as the prince was handling out medals of honor, a huge rat comes out of a hole in the wall, so fat that it makes the hole bigger on the process. Nera comes right to my bard and pukes right at his feet. Scared that it might have gotten bitten on the battle I take a look at it, and turns out Nera puked a magical ring that it stole for me from one of the crypts, giving me a +4 to AC, extra resistance to sickness, +7 to animal handling and while I wear it, a telepatic link with Nera that would allow me to understand how it feels, what's it thinking about and if it's hungry or scared. After said crusade, Nera and my bard became not only friends but partners, and the dwarf paladin even forged a mithril helmet for it. Now she's named 'Nera the Crusader Rat', and has visited a few planes of existence alongside my bard and the parrot, sharing meals and slowly but surely recruiting other stray rats into joining his spy network of unreliable rat and parrot informers.
My players encountered a swolbold (essentially a big, buff, strength-based kobold with some special abilities) while clearing out a cave for a warlock NPC. The Bard decided to try and befriend him, and discovered that he responded best when offered food. So, they gave him a lot of food, traveled with him for a brief time, and after some bonding and more food (and good treatment), Buckwheat the Swolbold is now a trusted guard at their manor, and is a personal bodyguard to Azymondias, the baby crystal dragon the party is raising.
I'd like to think that the kobold in the first story swore an oath never to enslave another intelligent creature again after that ordeal... and maybe kept one of the dresses as a reminder. I can't imagine what he thought of the church of the paladin that saved him.
Our monk druid, Fumbles McGee, literally did everything in his power to put his halk companion in mortal danger so he could "upgrade" to a wolf. Even our chill, (root)beer and pretzels group called him out on this a couple of times. Thankfully it was a freak accident that finally did the poor bird in.
Yeah, one thing about games in general is that we can use them to work through stuff like that and get catharsis or new perspectives on how to deal with problems or emotions. I'm a pet-lover, though I don't think my old cats would go on adventures with me.
We have a Kobold in the party that initially started as a NPC and was suppose to end up one of those dead NPCs because of low HP and high level encounters. However, we looked out for the Kobold keeping the character in the rear and started giving the NPC both loot and gear. The Kobold started leveling up and now is a Druid/Warlock. Yeah, don't ask me how that happened on the class selection. The funny thing is the Kobold has a knack for rolling Nat 20s in combat which has been pretty funny.
As a kid I had a cat named Snowball. Loved her dearly and she'd always wait on the corner of my block to walk me home. One day she didn't show up. Three days go by and she never showed up as I called and called for her. My mother eventually told me she'd taken Snowball to a farm, that we'd visit her which we of course never had time to do, and I held that against her for months. Fast forward to the present. I'm 38, a Navy vet, and it suddenly dawns on me that I never once thought to ask my mother what REALLY happened because I'd long since learned what 'to the farm' typically means for pets. She tells me that she really did take her to a farm and she really didn't have time because the lady that owned the place and my mother's schedule just never found a middle ground. So that night I was eating dinner and out of no where 25+ years of missing this cat hit me like a freight train and I just cried thinking that I'd never gotten to see her again, but also realizing that she didn't die the horrible death I kind of expected when a parent says your pet 'went to a farm'. So I can sympathize with the player that always had a dog as a pet.
I call shenanigans. If she REALLY decided to take your cat to a farm, for whatever reason, why did she not tell you, first, so you could ACTUALLY say goodbye? Even just "so long, see you later, enjoy the farm"? She didn't, because she didn't really take her anywhere. She just couldn't admit to it. Seriously, that would be way more screwed up, if she really did just decide one day to take your pet to live somewhere else, without even talking with you about it, first.
@@AuntLoopy123 She did it when I was at school because she thought she was sparing my feelings; which of course was exactly the opposite of what it did. Any time it's come up she had said it was something she always regretted; not actually letting me be with her during the entire process.
One of my game, I was a feral child (a druid archetype) in pathfinder. One of the changes was I get an animal companion from the group of animals that raised me. I chose a boar. In the first dungeon crawl, we did well and played smart for the first room, no damage. Then the second room there was some skeletons. Now boars have high AC for some reason, highest in the group even with an armored person with us, so I sent him in. Then crit. If it was just a normal crit, that would have been fine but the DM was using crit effect cards and what did he pull? Decapitation. Yep the first real damage in the game and it was an instant kill. Screw those cards.
On the one hand, we did kidnap an adult kenku after rescuing Floon in the Dragon Heist campaign. But on the other hand, we did respect his autonomy enough to ask if he liked the name Soot (he did) and gave him the freedom to leave or stay. He ended up running an illegal gambling ring while Trollskull Manor was being repaired. We were all so proud of him. Also, he got recruited into the Harpers and was set to go on adventures with my rogue after the campaign wrapped up. Sadly, he died in the final fight due to a particularly nasty casting of Call Lightning after he revived my character. You were the best NPC, Soot. Here's hoping the little guy is running his gambling ring up in heaven.
Hey, my players kidnapped a goblin after killimg his freimds, named him Tim, put armor on him and him on a wolf. So on and so forth, so you know, it is what it is.
My First Party took out almost an entire camp of cultists but they were all human. Besides One: an Elf Warlock who apparently really didn't want to be in said cult so he joined us and became the Party's Bard
My dream as a child was to read every book in the world. Now, realistically, I could never do this, even I knew that, but I loved reading and learning and was absolutely obsessed with the idea of books (think Myne from Ascendence of a Bookworm and you’re pretty close). A few of my earliest characters I ever made were big bookworms and motivated highly by knowledge, most were true neutral in alignment for this reason. I only realized after hearing the second story that my reason for making characters so motivated by books and knowledge goes back to this childhood dream of mine. I still can’t read every “book” in the world of the campaign, sure, but pursuing it without real life getting in the way? That probably is my real escapism here.
Honestly, the second story's the better one. I do know I miss my dachshunds... First D&D starter campaign is nearly done now... And looking for a new one soonish.
God dammit, I was laughing at the the twisted ridiculousness of the first story... and then you hit me with that follow up... I love my pups, I won’t go into details; but touché, this channel has managed to make a grown man cry twice now... you bastards.
I mean, if the players can be mature/mentally stable enough to separate IC from OOC and make a funny story out of it that ends in the elf reforming and the two being friends... Buuut we don't see much of that. Players not being weird irl, that is. It's strange.
And I thought my party "adopting" a baby basilik was bad! Our rogue smuggled an unhatched basilisk egg and when she (or he? Can't remember if we ever really checked...) hatched my dwarf fighter really liked her because she also "works with stones"... She got a proper dwarven name: Amber. Later we traded her to a hag coven after a poor insight check for whether the hags will treat her good and keep her save. We stole her back though once we realized that the nearby village was slowely turning into stone - villager by villager.
Our party has adopted a Kua Toa we killed his friends and my fighter threw his own net on him and also hit him with the body of one of his companions before he just kinda gave up. The bard was nice to him and taught him the word net in common. So Net as he then dubbed himself went through the dungeon with us even betraying the evil wizard at the end of it who was ordering his clan around. Now 2 sessions later he is speaking in simple sentences in common. He through the combined efforts of the party which is a fighter a rouge a druid and the bard have trained him to be a first level ranger. That is the story so far of Net the Kua Toa ranger that our party adopted.
You right, DnD is a good way to play out things that may be a revelation to the player in time, for the sake of therapy unintentionally. But don't go around making these characters that are based off you to intentionally trauma dump and relive those experiences with magic and friends, because it's like a railroad for the characters, the story and experience . It's not so fun for anyone when you fantasy idea is 1:1 your irl trauma. On that note; while creating and writing down my new characters backstory, I reflecting on their motivations and circumstances. And eventually understand the effect of a trauma I had and how it affected me, but it's double down more so because I am the way I am before that. I love this game.
That's how my generally chaotic evil party ended up "adopting" a young life cleric, although she at least did accept their "protection". Still, they are constantly making her face all kinds of horrific deeds and plots, so it either ruins this one's pure lawful good nature, or... I have planned for a nice character development, if by some miracle she survives all the shit my homebrew world and PC's are doing to her, but this has to be seen.
I've never really been much of a pet person in D&D. I've been in parties where they claimed pets, but i never really felt the urge to claim one on my own. I rescued a baby gorgon once, but that was kind of a crisis of faith for the character more than an actual desire to try and raise a gorgon. There's a whole story there but i'm not telling it in a youtube comment.
@@gabrialsperka422 lol it's not homebrew, the cleric of chaos was a thing in older editions and was easily the most broken subclass in the game. It's also the title of my favorite Mortal Kombat character Havok, who was a cleric of the chaos realm.
This made me realize something. Similar to this guy and his dog, I have a preference to having a wizard familiar or lately a Druid's Wild Companion come forth as a bird of some sort. Listening to this, it brought up a memory of my parakeet. A little yellow bird named Sonny (Yes, weird spelling, I know) that I loved to death. He was very chill, didn't mind people at all, and loved his time outside during the warmer months. That is until one night when we heard a tussle outside. Somehow, a snake got into his cage and attacked him. By the time we got out to see what was going on, all we found was a bunch of feathers leading down into a drain. My first Wizard (whom I have yet to play really) is pictured with a similar bird. I hope to play them one day, but I always wondered why I thought of that in particular. Now I know.
In my current campaign, I play a paladin of Sarenrae. I have (legitimately) saved a goblin snake from a life of being a guardian beast for a local thieves guild. I even managed to get him to convert to the worship of Sarenrae . Or Sarenwreck the Dawnslobber, as Dabzum the goblin snake calls her. However, I am also interested in picking up an animal companion for the first time ever as a character. Due to personal history, the horse I intend to get will be based on one I had when I was a child.
As someone who very recently had my family dog, who we've had for half my life, put down, that last one really hot me in the feels and made me all teary.
Although I've had no such past life experiences with losing a pet like that, most of my characters have ended up having one pet or another at some point. My first campaign? A pet giant spider. I was a tortle Ranger. My second? I was a grung enchantment wizard, who at level 14, tamed a wild ironblood Hydra. Third? An oathbreaker paladin who betrayed his country. He tamed a pack of wild wolves. There have only been a handful of minor (but very memorable, mind you) campaigns where I haven't had pets so far.
oof That second story. I might do that now because I lost my dog a few years ago. It shattered me. I have a paw print to kind of immortalize his memory. I can't bring myself to get rid of it, but it makes me sad every time I see it. He was my closest childhood friend, and one I will never forget.
I had a Kobold character for the Pathfinder Kingmaker campaign (it is better the TTRPG than the videogame... because, for example, in the video game you cannot be a kobold nor can you set as background who your parents are or that these are already existing characters of the world), my Kobold was one of the sons of the chief of a nearby kobold tribe that had been having problems with a species of goblins as well as a group of human bandits. In my character's background I included that he had gone exploring but he encountered some bandits and they captured him. The difference with the story in this video, besides the dresses, was that my kobold learned from the time he spent with those humans to speak something other than Draconic... and when he escaped from those bandits he joined the adventuring group.
I'm always the kobold of the crew. :3 Cuz they rock. :D (my group always gives us a party kobold NPC to eventually "recruit" too now when i'm not a kobold. lol)
We picked up two hippogryphs in princes of apocalypse, in another campaign we befriended a wendigo and in the current campaign my char started with a rat (because she's a wererat (and the DM allowed it)) and the other rogue bought a spider in a pet store
I'm playing thru my first campaign ATM and my group was attacked by two large treants and a small tiny treant who had an arrow sticking out of it and were being led by a rather tall and very strong goblin. We managed to put the two large treants to sleep and did enough damage to the tall goblin to chase him off. I had decided to knock out the tiny treant and tie him up using my rope. I named him Groot. I'm technically keeping him as leverage to protect ourselves from being attacked but I suspect the treants are being forced by the goblins to do their bidding. There is some shrine we came across that summoned a disembodied voice that offered us our desires in exchange for a sacrifice. The stupid dwarf sorcerer in our group traded half his life span for two load stones thinking the DM meant hit points but he ended up aging 200 years rapidly. So I know the spirit doesn't require a death sacrifice. I'm gonna ask him for the power to speak to treants and find out what Groot is thinking. I plan to befriend the treants to help against the goblins.
A party I was DMing once had captured the sole survivor of a group of Goblins they'd just slaughtered(the Goblins, except this one, were all evil). Before having captured this Goblin, who I later named Snotrag, the party had cut his arm off during the battle. The Paladin had intended to "crush his skull in" after the party interrogated this goblin for info on his vampire overlord. However, the innocent-minded Monk of the party decided he thought Snotrag was cute and was able to convince the party to spare him. A Ghost NPC who was possessing a Ghoul at the time then tried to re-attach Snotrag's arm. I had the player who controlled this ghost roll a Medicine check with disadvantage... he got double NAT 20s. As such, I had a light from Ilmater, the Deity of Mercy, decent down and reconnect Snotrag's arm. The party then let Snotrag go on his merry way. Later, I had Snotrag come back as a Divine Soul Sorcerer whose blessed arm was his spellcasting focus. He was now part of a friendly rival Adventuring party and the players got his backstory. The reason he was named Snotrag was that, growing up, he always tended to the sick in his clan out of the goodness of his heart. Because he wiped so many sick noses, he got named Snotrag, since the other Goblins were born-psychopaths with no sense of empathy. Due to this, while Snotrag's initial run-in with the party hadn't been a pleasant one, he was ultimately happy because he could now live his life being able to heal people as he'd always dreamed.
4 dogs I grew up with, 'put to sleep' within a year of one another, without my knowledge since I had moved out like the guy in the story (for similar reasons). Found out much later...I was pretty devastated.
My friend in our campaign hisasaga had a pet goblin he would use for just in case of traps his name was lickin cause he always kept on ticken he never died
to the first one with the kobalt -wow they are a little weird, to the second one about the dog-im sorry to hear that about his dog and having him in spirit in character is nice, we all find ways to deal with these things.
PARTY: Just what I always wanted-my own little bunny rabbit! I will name him George, and I will hug him and pet him and squeeze him... KOBOLD: I’m not a bunny rabbit. PARTY: and pat him and pet him... KOBOLD: You’re hurting me. Put me down, please. PARTY: and rub him and caress him... KOBOLD: I AIN’T NO BUNNY RABBIT!!!
As a current dog owner, I feel for the second poster. I dont know what I would do if I didn't have my doggo. She has been here with me for 6 years, and has been through it all with me. If I had that phone call of a non-chalant blabbing of she was dead and burried I most likely just shut down.
Me and my party were ambushed by goblins. We killed them all and left one for interrogation. We took pity on him and convinced him to join us on our adventures. I said, “If you come with us, I’ll give you this shiny thing.” It was just a ball bearing. I then said, “Ok you’re Dimitri now.” He then said, “Ok Dimedi.” I responded “That’s right Dimitri.” I gave him a ball bearing every time he was good.
I loved the idea of that Wizard's character, I always have conflicts with how quickly Wizard players learn new spells when it's supposed to be very difficult and that they have to study to master/discover the spells (because otherwise what differentiates them from the Sorcerers?). But that idea of the stolen spell book makes more sense of the matter as this low-level Wizard is simply trying to understand the notes of a more advanced and older Wizard who already did all the work. Another typical idea is that of the old Wizard who did a spell to reincarnate or rejuvenate but in the process he lost his memory and that is why he "returned" to level 1 and then little by little he recovers his memories and that explains how he advances so quickly, because in reality he is just recovering from amnesia, he already knows all, he already studied it. But the thing about the amnesiac Wizard has already been seen enough.
Jajaja something like this almost happened in my game. They were carrying the poor guy around like a purse after killing his group and wanted to make him tag along. Mostly in revenge for almost shanking their shins. They came across a quite mad spectator that evaporated it on sight. "Pest."
Fuck, that second story hit me in the feels HARD! I lost my pupper a little over a month ago, got him when I was 13, He passed away about a week before my 29th bday. So yes, I can relate to OP's reasoning for why they always get a Canid familiar.
The second story was haunting because it was damn near written about me. Buddy was the name of my best friend and baby boy growing up. We adopted him from the shelter when i was 12 and he was with me for 12 years. I moved 40 MINUTES away because of how bad things were at home. I barely visited because i didn't want to be near my family but because Buddy was sick and i was absolutely selfish. I regret it everyday. I moved back home during quarantine and Buddy was all but gone. He was blind from cataracts and i didn't even know Dogs could get dementia. By the time i came home it was time to say goodbye. I went alone to the vet and stayed with him like i should have those 2 years i was away and he was slipping. The way he would come to me when i would come home. I always say losing him is the worst pain i have ever felt. I vowed to never get another bichon frise because i refuse to replace him. All this to say, yeah. I understood OP clearly.
Our group has its own little collection of pets, some of which are more...questionable...than others (and one I vehemently said NO to taking). Starting off, we have our Ranger's cougar companion, named Little Bear (just roll with it, don't ask questions). Then eventually we found a crazy old Druid who seemed to recognise my character and tried to kill us so we defended ourselves. Our Cavalier Fighter decided to then adopt the Animated Shrub the druid had and named it Berry (it has the ability to grow Goodberries on itself). Berry is thankfully living at our home base now. The third one we got was a yeti tyke, after we ended up unwillingly killing the thing's parents (we tried to leave in peace, but the father returned and attempted to kill us, we had to defend ourselves, and then the mother attacked after we killed her mate, so...yeah...). Our Bard/Fighter and myself were the ones who insisted we take it this time, as we felt giving it a new home was the only way we could really make amends after we told the mother we'd leave her family in peace. And now our Tortle Fighter/Ranger has had the bright idea to adopt a baby White Dragon which she's calling "Pet"
OP: “Stockholm syndrome isn’t actually a thing (look it up)...” Me: “Hold on a minute! We’re not gonna just fly past that like you didn’t just say what you just said!”
This happened to goblin with our party. My lizardfolk monk basically viewed it as emergency rations. Unfortunately the goblin got cursed by the Goblin deity of tribal cooperation for betraying his tribe and taking part in cannibalism (my lizardfolk is also the party chef, much to the panic of the rest of the party...). Our pet goblin ended running around town like a rabid chipmunk after a bout of madness and had his head casually lopped off by a retired adventurer who was a person of interest there. The guy didn't even look away from the comely shopkeeper he was flirting with at the time. Good news is, we found the NPC we needed to talk to easily enough because of this and my lizardfolk made some extra coin selling mystery meat kebabs!
I have had three animal companions in my time of role-playing- two hyenas and one tiger. The problem is that I always worry about them. In our current game, my brother keeps reiterating in combat that I have a tiger, and I respond that I don’t want the tiger to get hurt. The GM’s very understanding and has told me that neither my character nor her tiger will get permanently killed. My current character also has a pony and two ankylosaurus eggs she’s incubating.
My folks had to put my childhood dog down while I was six states away and I didn't get to say goodbye, so I understand the hurt there. Having an animal companion as the next Paladin I played helped soothe the ache. (Wasn't a dog, was a drake, but still, I totally get this guy.)
I am on the end of a spectrum where a guy likes overpowered companions (they are mostly super sentient so i don't really call them pets) like dragons or tree ents
It is so horrific that this kobold couldn't even find solace in his dreams. 😂 This is fudged up and totally hilarious. These characters are so inept at empathy. They are trying though and that makes them better than people who don't try. It's always a character story that works well.
for the second one i completely understand i lost my cat about a year and a half ago and in my mourning state got FFXIV, which my friends played and RP'd in... cue me getting to an area with a sidequest to get a minion that followes you around that's a couerl kitten and it looked like him.... since it's been only 3 weeks since my cat's passing, i decided to always always always have that minion equipped onto him and in rp named him after my cat i want to do the same for something of my dog that passed a little later but i've already written so much in stone in FFXIV... that i'd be odd to just... suddenly make something important come up for a character of mine...
I would've wanted Tom to back off. It wasn't his place regardless of the ends, the means were not justified. I'm glad OP put a positive spin on it, I sincerely mean that. But if it were me...? Nah
So, I've never kidnapped creature to turn into a pet (I was once in a party that kidnapped a goblin to interrogate him, then we gave him the choice work in our tavern or go back to the sewers we got him from, and we wound up basically adopting him), but I have used a D&D character to come to terms with things about myself like the second post. I only ever noticed in hindsight, but every character I've made since my parents kicked me out of the house in 2015 has been my subconscious telling me something about my hangups, sexuality/gender, or personal aspirations. D&D is great way to explore who you are in an environment that is inclusive and understanding and that allows some emotional distance. This is my favorite game for a reason.
If anyone noticed, I used the old intro with this one, do you guys miss it?
....Not really
Yes
The trickster.
I did notice it was a little different from the one you normally do now.
Always liked the old intro better.
My party had a kobold, but he was there by choice, pretty much given free run, and the party watched out for him. Once Tasha’s came out, I applied sidekick rules to him. He was always the npc mascot, never a pet. Come on, they’re sentient!
Exactly! My players have a Kobold scribe following them around to "account the tales of his people's gods" (The party have a Red and a Blue Dragonborn in the party, and they convinced a whole building of Kobolds they're secretly gods). He's never forced to be around them, and knows when to keep his distance. At the moment Sir Tenly Adraggon (Decided to make his name a pun. "Certainly a dragon") is traveling with the Blue Dragonborn on a skyship, and hopefully he'll have many more tales to write down
One of our groups has a kobold bartender named Tig who stays with us. One of our characters has a heavily modified collapsible tower. Basically we have a pop up tavern, The Drooling Dragon. And the dm gave Tig sidekick levels.
Yeah, Psudodragons have it even worse, everyone seems to think of them as cute dragon kittens. ffs they have 10 int! they're probably smarter than the party Barbarian! LOL
@@Karagianis The thing with Psudodragons is that they canonically love being treated like pets, they adore being given cutesy names, they love being petted, played with, carried and all around babied like how you would treat an actual pet. It's just that because of their pride they deeply hate being called or considered a pet since that basically puts them in the position of an inferior or property instead of as a friend or companion. So with Psudodragons is an understandable mistake to make, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck and acts like a duck, it's surprising when the duck poisons you for calling it a duck.
@@Patches2212 Yes
Real quick: no one is talking about how fucked up it is that his parents put down and buried his dog without telling him until after
That was very bad parenting, they could have called him.
I may be a little militant at the point, but therefor I'd propably had broken my parent's noses.
A dog is more than just an animal or a living being - he/she is a friend an must be treated properly.
We probably don't need to talk about it. I think we all have the same feelings toward those C***s
In all honesty, that was pretty fucked. I woulda felt the same way as the guy.
Well he said he had a troubled home life and had to move out early. So its not a surprise his parents did that. It is horrible though, poor guy never got closure.
I am the kolbold, I have used this as a backstory twice.
I would love to be in a game with you lol. That is amazing!
Same
My party has just got a new character, a kobold that my low int Orc has convinced the party and NPCs is his pet frog(due to campaign setting, they'd have been treated as if they were a suspicious individual)
That is so cool
That's hilarious bro and ironically I've roleplayed as Buddy/Woofles as my backstory a few times
We should do a crossover episode.
I've gained sentience and don't trust easily because my last owner essentially pinned their entire happiness and identity on me and I was like, "bro I love you but I'm just a dog who loves to eat, sleep and drag my ass on the carpet, pinning your sanity and very self image on me is too much pressure."
I eventually graphically faked my death in an attempt to help him move on from our codependent slide into depression. I think of him often but fear a relationship that intense ever again.
*First story* Kobold: "This is my life now..."
*Second story* I don't even know his parents, and hate them with a passion now.
Oh my God adopting kobolds is a trend! My group's kobold is named Trapper and we all love him. Met him in the sewers of the main capital city early in. He has a thing for blowing things up (he is an artificer after we begged for him to have a character sheet) and cupcakes.
I have a kobold character who'd actually prefer being treated like that- she's of the mind that there's "no such thing as bad attention." So she wouldn't mind the outfits or the bindings or being taken to all the risky places because she has people waiting on her hand and foot. She'd probably play up the whole "helpless" aspect just to get more attention.
I actually did something similar to the second story. A couple years ago, we had to put down our 17 year old cat, my best friend. Around the same time, I had just started designing a character for a D&D game with some friends. I took that opportunity to make a wizard with a cat familiar, and gave it the same name as my old friend. Just to be with her a little longer.
I've been naming palicoes in Monster Hunter after my long-lost tabby Gulliver. Design their fur patterns to look as much like him as I can. It's... a little hard to do without tearing up, but then I get to go on adventures with my cat, so. Ultimately a win. Did the same thing with the palamute in Rise, and now Flash lives again, in a way.
that is some next level copium...
Awesome stories , dnd has amazing ‘pets’ , these comparison stories are nice and the 2nd one was heart warming
that second story brought back some painful memories. memories of a pet that wasn't even our families, but still practically raised me. nothing traumatic happened, she had a good long life as a barn dog, until she got so old she couldn't move, and she had to be put down.
.... the kobold here is almost identical to the backstory of the kobold I am playing in a game. Raised by murderhobos. And now becoming an adventurer herself with a lot of trauma as a result of murdohobo parents.
Lol my daughter is four years old and exclusively plays as a Kobold. She absolutely nails the overly ambitious but incredibly naive with a funny voice (ya know, cuz she's 4) I couldn't help but see her as the kidnapped kobold losing her mind getting forcefully dolled up or being told to brush her teeth and I couldn't help but crack up lol.
Reminds me of Drawfees JRPG idea of the group just kidnapping a Japanese man in stuck in a mascot costume that couldn’t speak english as the party pet. You know I think fosters home for imaginary friends did a similar thing too! YIRBEL LIVES!
The BEST kind of animal companions
Man, I miss their bad JRPG series.
The party that I DM needed to destroy a magic item, so I created a monster that could eat magic items. It combined all the qualities of a Black Pudding and a Rust Monster into one ooze monstrosity. It was created through a sadistic ritual by a cult of Ghaunadaur who also converted themselves into gelatinous cultists. This monstrosity is acidic to the touch and while it can eat wood or metal items, always prefers to dine on magical items explicitly, which it can smell the presence of. I can't think of many parties that would like to be around something like this for very long, as they tend to like owning magic items.
...So the party has had it for about 10 levels now, and the fact that it's about to hit its version of puberty is a plot important event the party is preparing for, knowing that they need to get it to the Elemental Plane of Ooze to feed for a while. They're currently on a quest to get the correct tuning fork for the Plane Shift spell, and are looking forward to see it post-transformation.
that kobold has a perfect backstory, however he's probably going to HATE people for the rest of his life to the point to where I don't actually think he would ever willingly join a party...
My party has a kobold we sort of adopted after a failed ambush against our party. To sum up the encounter we were ambushed by a group of about 12 kobolds and defeated about 8 of them including the leader in 1.5 rounds. Which proceeded to caused a panic amongst the remaining kobolds, and in the scramble to escape our party's vicinity one kobold downed it's injured ally so it could leave our line of site. Well our artificer took pity on the kobold by healing and feeding it. Then stating it was free to leave if it wanted to or come with us, it chose us because of promises of regular meals and being well cared for. Also the kobold is now our artificers lab assistant/apprentice and is named Larry. Only because when we asked it it's name it was too overly long and complex for us to memorize.
Side note: the kobold upon being told we were just going to call him Larry only shrugged its shoulders in response. So we assume he is ok with it.
How in the world is playing a rogue with kleptomania off-base?
OK that is the funniest rogue base I've heard of
It would definitely be off-base for an assassin or inquisitive.
I'd probably pull something resembling the first one (albeit unintentionally), like with a white dragon (allegedly stupid dragons)
They are only stupid compared to other dragons. Personally I see them as brutish/arrogance which people mistake as stupidity. When you live in their habitat there isn't much that can challenge you for dominance at the top of the food chain.
Not gonna lie that second on was a good story but brought tears to my eyes at the end
Same >~
The kobold story is a fantastic metaphor for people who get wild animals and call them 'pets.'
That first story reminds me a bit of the book "Orconomics," a satire about a heroic fantasy world with a surprisingly modern economy. At one point, the dwarven protagonist rescues a goblin and adopts him. The goblin speaks poor common, and he doesn't speak goblin, and... well, if you've read it, you'll understand exactly how a minor miscommunication regarding what to call him turned out.
If you haven't read it... read it! If you enjoy this channel you'll likely enjoy the story.
My group has a Druid who adopts pets. She currently has a baby owl bear. The rest of us adopt. Our kobold artificer adopted a baby silver dragon (long story) who masquerades as a little blue kobold. And my character adopted a baby white dragon (the silver dragon’s brother again, long story) and she’s currently trying to teach him to be as good as he can be. She must be doing a good job because his scales have changed to a mother of pearl color instead of the flat white.
Aaa! my heart, I’m feeling. The second one got me, And the first one horrified me. That poor Kobold is going to have ptsd for the rest of its life.
I'm currently playing as a character that intimidated a goblin into becoming his sidekick so I'm pretty sure I feel more towards the Cobalt kidnapping side of the spectrum
I mean, I once played a twisted wizard who used Modify Memory to convince a Hydra that it owed him its life and was loyal to him
I do have a similar story as the first one, though I hope not as fucked up. DnD 3.5, the group was facing undead assaults on cities and even a famous and loved town got reduced to cinders by them, causing a crusade to be formed. Characters were expected to try and recruit extra help for such a task, as there would be no way we could take on an army that size by ourselves. Paladins recruited more paladins, clerics recruited more clerics... And my bard recruited a rat.
My bard is a level 16 bard/dragon disciple, and after seeing that the battle would take place in a cemetery and on the catacombs under it, I had the bright (or stupid) idea to just recruit rats to do the exploration for us. DMs were mildly okay with the idea as long as I try to convince said animals, which aren't the smartest. My bard does have Speak with animals as a spell and a shit-ton of animal handling and diplomacy, so I didn't think too much about it.
Comes the day of recruiting, I go into the sewers of a city with the warrior and the cleric, end up recruiting only one, a huge, fat rat that I nickname Nera. Turns out, Nera loves whale meat and that shit is sold in tons at the market, so through food, we became friends. She also got along with the parrot my bard had adopted years ago from a deceased pirate, named Meg Screams-a-lot.
The headquarters of the crusade was an orphanage that's very close to the cemetery, and most people did NOT enjoy seeing that rat. A few barbarians tried to smash it, the priests of Sune, goddess of beauty, though it was sacrilege to even have such an animal there, but my bard convinced them all that it was a good plan. And the rat? Nera explored the dungeons every day, not really facing any dangers. The undead ignored the rat, as some of the vampires commanded their own and it fit right in. And after every dungeon run, Nera would come out to the backside of the orphanage and whisper all of that info to my bard. The info wasn't extremely reliable given it's a rat and it doesn't quite understand what an undead was, but it helped us a ton in catching their patrols by surprise.
We won the crusade by the skin of our teeth, we barely made it, and at the end of it, as the prince was handling out medals of honor, a huge rat comes out of a hole in the wall, so fat that it makes the hole bigger on the process. Nera comes right to my bard and pukes right at his feet. Scared that it might have gotten bitten on the battle I take a look at it, and turns out Nera puked a magical ring that it stole for me from one of the crypts, giving me a +4 to AC, extra resistance to sickness, +7 to animal handling and while I wear it, a telepatic link with Nera that would allow me to understand how it feels, what's it thinking about and if it's hungry or scared.
After said crusade, Nera and my bard became not only friends but partners, and the dwarf paladin even forged a mithril helmet for it. Now she's named 'Nera the Crusader Rat', and has visited a few planes of existence alongside my bard and the parrot, sharing meals and slowly but surely recruiting other stray rats into joining his spy network of unreliable rat and parrot informers.
My players encountered a swolbold (essentially a big, buff, strength-based kobold with some special abilities) while clearing out a cave for a warlock NPC. The Bard decided to try and befriend him, and discovered that he responded best when offered food. So, they gave him a lot of food, traveled with him for a brief time, and after some bonding and more food (and good treatment), Buckwheat the Swolbold is now a trusted guard at their manor, and is a personal bodyguard to Azymondias, the baby crystal dragon the party is raising.
My ranger has a dire wolf and treats it well. They defeat marauding monsters and give their treasure to the poor.
My owl familiar Fen has saved my group so many times and I couldn't picture my wizard without him.
Always nice to meet another ranger
Interesting wording sounds like they defend the forest from helping the poor.
@@1Ring42 Robin hood!
@@catandrobbyflores more like anti Robin hood. "Can't help poor people in my woods"
I'd like to think that the kobold in the first story swore an oath never to enslave another intelligent creature again after that ordeal... and maybe kept one of the dresses as a reminder.
I can't imagine what he thought of the church of the paladin that saved him.
Our monk druid, Fumbles McGee, literally did everything in his power to put his halk companion in mortal danger so he could "upgrade" to a wolf. Even our chill, (root)beer and pretzels group called him out on this a couple of times. Thankfully it was a freak accident that finally did the poor bird in.
Yeah, one thing about games in general is that we can use them to work through stuff like that and get catharsis or new perspectives on how to deal with problems or emotions.
I'm a pet-lover, though I don't think my old cats would go on adventures with me.
We have a Kobold in the party that initially started as a NPC and was suppose to end up one of those dead NPCs because of low HP and high level encounters. However, we looked out for the Kobold keeping the character in the rear and started giving the NPC both loot and gear. The Kobold started leveling up and now is a Druid/Warlock. Yeah, don't ask me how that happened on the class selection. The funny thing is the Kobold has a knack for rolling Nat 20s in combat which has been pretty funny.
As a kid I had a cat named Snowball. Loved her dearly and she'd always wait on the corner of my block to walk me home.
One day she didn't show up. Three days go by and she never showed up as I called and called for her.
My mother eventually told me she'd taken Snowball to a farm, that we'd visit her which we of course never had time to do, and I held that against her for months.
Fast forward to the present. I'm 38, a Navy vet, and it suddenly dawns on me that I never once thought to ask my mother what REALLY happened because I'd long since learned what 'to the farm' typically means for pets.
She tells me that she really did take her to a farm and she really didn't have time because the lady that owned the place and my mother's schedule just never found a middle ground.
So that night I was eating dinner and out of no where 25+ years of missing this cat hit me like a freight train and I just cried thinking that I'd never gotten to see her again, but also realizing that she didn't die the horrible death I kind of expected when a parent says your pet 'went to a farm'.
So I can sympathize with the player that always had a dog as a pet.
I call shenanigans. If she REALLY decided to take your cat to a farm, for whatever reason, why did she not tell you, first, so you could ACTUALLY say goodbye? Even just "so long, see you later, enjoy the farm"? She didn't, because she didn't really take her anywhere. She just couldn't admit to it.
Seriously, that would be way more screwed up, if she really did just decide one day to take your pet to live somewhere else, without even talking with you about it, first.
@@AuntLoopy123 She did it when I was at school because she thought she was sparing my feelings; which of course was exactly the opposite of what it did.
Any time it's come up she had said it was something she always regretted; not actually letting me be with her during the entire process.
One of my game, I was a feral child (a druid archetype) in pathfinder. One of the changes was I get an animal companion from the group of animals that raised me. I chose a boar. In the first dungeon crawl, we did well and played smart for the first room, no damage. Then the second room there was some skeletons. Now boars have high AC for some reason, highest in the group even with an armored person with us, so I sent him in. Then crit. If it was just a normal crit, that would have been fine but the DM was using crit effect cards and what did he pull? Decapitation. Yep the first real damage in the game and it was an instant kill. Screw those cards.
On the one hand, we did kidnap an adult kenku after rescuing Floon in the Dragon Heist campaign. But on the other hand, we did respect his autonomy enough to ask if he liked the name Soot (he did) and gave him the freedom to leave or stay. He ended up running an illegal gambling ring while Trollskull Manor was being repaired. We were all so proud of him. Also, he got recruited into the Harpers and was set to go on adventures with my rogue after the campaign wrapped up. Sadly, he died in the final fight due to a particularly nasty casting of Call Lightning after he revived my character. You were the best NPC, Soot. Here's hoping the little guy is running his gambling ring up in heaven.
Hey, my players kidnapped a goblin after killimg his freimds, named him Tim, put armor on him and him on a wolf. So on and so forth, so you know, it is what it is.
I know in games I am trying to adopt way to much, last Warhammer fantasy i have adopted a most unwilling evil goblin mount wolf.
LOL Sounds like something my group would do! The first part that is!
My First Party took out almost an entire camp of cultists but they were all human. Besides One: an Elf Warlock who apparently really didn't want to be in said cult so he joined us and became the Party's Bard
My dream as a child was to read every book in the world. Now, realistically, I could never do this, even I knew that, but I loved reading and learning and was absolutely obsessed with the idea of books (think Myne from Ascendence of a Bookworm and you’re pretty close). A few of my earliest characters I ever made were big bookworms and motivated highly by knowledge, most were true neutral in alignment for this reason. I only realized after hearing the second story that my reason for making characters so motivated by books and knowledge goes back to this childhood dream of mine. I still can’t read every “book” in the world of the campaign, sure, but pursuing it without real life getting in the way? That probably is my real escapism here.
Honestly, the second story's the better one. I do know I miss my dachshunds... First D&D starter campaign is nearly done now... And looking for a new one soonish.
God dammit, I was laughing at the the twisted ridiculousness of the first story... and then you hit me with that follow up... I love my pups, I won’t go into details; but touché, this channel has managed to make a grown man cry twice now... you bastards.
Ok ok: a pet, that explodes every time it blink. (And also cannot die from that explosion)
...who hurt you?
It’s also a spider
so..... the exploding gnome
When I read the title I was expecting something like a racist elf who decided to keep a human as a pet
I mean, if the players can be mature/mentally stable enough to separate IC from OOC and make a funny story out of it that ends in the elf reforming and the two being friends... Buuut we don't see much of that. Players not being weird irl, that is. It's strange.
And I thought my party "adopting" a baby basilik was bad!
Our rogue smuggled an unhatched basilisk egg and when she (or he? Can't remember if we ever really checked...) hatched my dwarf fighter really liked her because she also "works with stones"... She got a proper dwarven name: Amber.
Later we traded her to a hag coven after a poor insight check for whether the hags will treat her good and keep her save. We stole her back though once we realized that the nearby village was slowely turning into stone - villager by villager.
Our party has adopted a Kua Toa we killed his friends and my fighter threw his own net on him and also hit him with the body of one of his companions before he just kinda gave up. The bard was nice to him and taught him the word net in common. So Net as he then dubbed himself went through the dungeon with us even betraying the evil wizard at the end of it who was ordering his clan around. Now 2 sessions later he is speaking in simple sentences in common. He through the combined efforts of the party which is a fighter a rouge a druid and the bard have trained him to be a first level ranger. That is the story so far of Net the Kua Toa ranger that our party adopted.
"...had the collective charisma of a beehive on fire."
Lol, that is awesome!
You right, DnD is a good way to play out things that may be a revelation to the player in time, for the sake of therapy unintentionally.
But don't go around making these characters that are based off you to intentionally trauma dump and relive those experiences with magic and friends, because it's like a railroad for the characters, the story and experience . It's not so fun for anyone when you fantasy idea is 1:1 your irl trauma.
On that note; while creating and writing down my new characters backstory, I reflecting on their motivations and circumstances.
And eventually understand the effect of a trauma I had and how it affected me, but it's double down more so because I am the way I am before that.
I love this game.
That's how my generally chaotic evil party ended up "adopting" a young life cleric, although she at least did accept their "protection". Still, they are constantly making her face all kinds of horrific deeds and plots, so it either ruins this one's pure lawful good nature, or... I have planned for a nice character development, if by some miracle she survives all the shit my homebrew world and PC's are doing to her, but this has to be seen.
I’m loving that first group, reminds me of the spirit they have captured and an amnesiac soldier. Loving the flawed backstories
I've never really been much of a pet person in D&D. I've been in parties where they claimed pets, but i never really felt the urge to claim one on my own. I rescued a baby gorgon once, but that was kind of a crisis of faith for the character more than an actual desire to try and raise a gorgon. There's a whole story there but i'm not telling it in a youtube comment.
Your name makes me think you'd really like the homebrewed Madness Domain cleric :)
@@gabrialsperka422 lol it's not homebrew, the cleric of chaos was a thing in older editions and was easily the most broken subclass in the game. It's also the title of my favorite Mortal Kombat character Havok, who was a cleric of the chaos realm.
Submit it to the channel. Who knows? He might do a video on it!
@@clericofchaos1 ooooooh ima have to find some folks to teach me to play 3.5e now lol
This made me realize something. Similar to this guy and his dog, I have a preference to having a wizard familiar or lately a Druid's Wild Companion come forth as a bird of some sort. Listening to this, it brought up a memory of my parakeet. A little yellow bird named Sonny (Yes, weird spelling, I know) that I loved to death. He was very chill, didn't mind people at all, and loved his time outside during the warmer months. That is until one night when we heard a tussle outside. Somehow, a snake got into his cage and attacked him. By the time we got out to see what was going on, all we found was a bunch of feathers leading down into a drain.
My first Wizard (whom I have yet to play really) is pictured with a similar bird. I hope to play them one day, but I always wondered why I thought of that in particular. Now I know.
In my current campaign, I play a paladin of Sarenrae. I have (legitimately) saved a goblin snake from a life of being a guardian beast for a local thieves guild. I even managed to get him to convert to the worship of Sarenrae . Or Sarenwreck the Dawnslobber, as Dabzum the goblin snake calls her. However, I am also interested in picking up an animal companion for the first time ever as a character. Due to personal history, the horse I intend to get will be based on one I had when I was a child.
As someone who very recently had my family dog, who we've had for half my life, put down, that last one really hot me in the feels and made me all teary.
That second story was sweet and I do the same with giving my wizard a cat
Those were both actually really nice. The first one was stupid lol but I still enjoyed it.
Why is it you feel the need to make me cry when I get off work? It's hard to drive with all These Tears
Although I've had no such past life experiences with losing a pet like that, most of my characters have ended up having one pet or another at some point. My first campaign? A pet giant spider. I was a tortle Ranger. My second? I was a grung enchantment wizard, who at level 14, tamed a wild ironblood Hydra. Third? An oathbreaker paladin who betrayed his country. He tamed a pack of wild wolves. There have only been a handful of minor (but very memorable, mind you) campaigns where I haven't had pets so far.
oof That second story. I might do that now because I lost my dog a few years ago. It shattered me. I have a paw print to kind of immortalize his memory. I can't bring myself to get rid of it, but it makes me sad every time I see it. He was my closest childhood friend, and one I will never forget.
I had a Kobold character for the Pathfinder Kingmaker campaign (it is better the TTRPG than the videogame... because, for example, in the video game you cannot be a kobold nor can you set as background who your parents are or that these are already existing characters of the world), my Kobold was one of the sons of the chief of a nearby kobold tribe that had been having problems with a species of goblins as well as a group of human bandits. In my character's background I included that he had gone exploring but he encountered some bandits and they captured him. The difference with the story in this video, besides the dresses, was that my kobold learned from the time he spent with those humans to speak something other than Draconic... and when he escaped from those bandits he joined the adventuring group.
I'm always the kobold of the crew. :3
Cuz they rock. :D
(my group always gives us a party kobold NPC to eventually "recruit" too now when i'm not a kobold. lol)
We picked up two hippogryphs in princes of apocalypse, in another campaign we befriended a wendigo and in the current campaign my char started with a rat (because she's a wererat (and the DM allowed it)) and the other rogue bought a spider in a pet store
I'm playing thru my first campaign ATM and my group was attacked by two large treants and a small tiny treant who had an arrow sticking out of it and were being led by a rather tall and very strong goblin. We managed to put the two large treants to sleep and did enough damage to the tall goblin to chase him off. I had decided to knock out the tiny treant and tie him up using my rope. I named him Groot. I'm technically keeping him as leverage to protect ourselves from being attacked but I suspect the treants are being forced by the goblins to do their bidding. There is some shrine we came across that summoned a disembodied voice that offered us our desires in exchange for a sacrifice. The stupid dwarf sorcerer in our group traded half his life span for two load stones thinking the DM meant hit points but he ended up aging 200 years rapidly. So I know the spirit doesn't require a death sacrifice. I'm gonna ask him for the power to speak to treants and find out what Groot is thinking. I plan to befriend the treants to help against the goblins.
A party I was DMing once had captured the sole survivor of a group of Goblins they'd just slaughtered(the Goblins, except this one, were all evil). Before having captured this Goblin, who I later named Snotrag, the party had cut his arm off during the battle. The Paladin had intended to "crush his skull in" after the party interrogated this goblin for info on his vampire overlord. However, the innocent-minded Monk of the party decided he thought Snotrag was cute and was able to convince the party to spare him. A Ghost NPC who was possessing a Ghoul at the time then tried to re-attach Snotrag's arm. I had the player who controlled this ghost roll a Medicine check with disadvantage... he got double NAT 20s. As such, I had a light from Ilmater, the Deity of Mercy, decent down and reconnect Snotrag's arm. The party then let Snotrag go on his merry way.
Later, I had Snotrag come back as a Divine Soul Sorcerer whose blessed arm was his spellcasting focus. He was now part of a friendly rival Adventuring party and the players got his backstory. The reason he was named Snotrag was that, growing up, he always tended to the sick in his clan out of the goodness of his heart. Because he wiped so many sick noses, he got named Snotrag, since the other Goblins were born-psychopaths with no sense of empathy. Due to this, while Snotrag's initial run-in with the party hadn't been a pleasant one, he was ultimately happy because he could now live his life being able to heal people as he'd always dreamed.
Kidnapping Kobolds. Totally on that side.
4 dogs I grew up with, 'put to sleep' within a year of one another, without my knowledge since I had moved out like the guy in the story (for similar reasons). Found out much later...I was pretty devastated.
My friend in our campaign hisasaga had a pet goblin he would use for just in case of traps his name was lickin cause he always kept on ticken he never died
The end of the Fighter's life is fucking badass. What an awesome character death.
Poor little "Alice." His legs were probably weak and cramped after all that time in the sack.
Awwww...I'd probably be on the latter end of the spectrum if I could be in a campaign that lasted long enough.
to the first one with the kobalt -wow they are a little weird, to the second one about the dog-im sorry to hear that about his dog and having him in spirit in character is nice, we all find ways to deal with these things.
PARTY: Just what I always wanted-my own little bunny rabbit! I will name him George, and I will hug him and pet him and squeeze him...
KOBOLD: I’m not a bunny rabbit.
PARTY: and pat him and pet him...
KOBOLD: You’re hurting me. Put me down, please.
PARTY: and rub him and caress him...
KOBOLD: I AIN’T NO BUNNY RABBIT!!!
Oh, George. You were naughty to pretend you were a bunny rabbit. I will punish you, good.
Me: Kobold you look like youve experienced a massive trauma.
Kobold: yeah... it was abominable...
The first story was nice and lighthearted, but the second hit hard. Good boy Woofles.
As a current dog owner, I feel for the second poster. I dont know what I would do if I didn't have my doggo. She has been here with me for 6 years, and has been through it all with me. If I had that phone call of a non-chalant blabbing of she was dead and burried I most likely just shut down.
2:18 "The party had the collective charisma of a beehive on fire."
That caught me off guard way harder than it should've.
Looks at thumbnail, looks at title
WDYM? Pocket Kobbo is best Kobbo! Now I am curious as to how I’m wrong.
Me and my party were ambushed by goblins. We killed them all and left one for interrogation. We took pity on him and convinced him to join us on our adventures. I said, “If you come with us, I’ll give you this shiny thing.” It was just a ball bearing. I then said, “Ok you’re Dimitri now.” He then said, “Ok Dimedi.” I responded “That’s right Dimitri.” I gave him a ball bearing every time he was good.
I loved the idea of that Wizard's character, I always have conflicts with how quickly Wizard players learn new spells when it's supposed to be very difficult and that they have to study to master/discover the spells (because otherwise what differentiates them from the Sorcerers?). But that idea of the stolen spell book makes more sense of the matter as this low-level Wizard is simply trying to understand the notes of a more advanced and older Wizard who already did all the work.
Another typical idea is that of the old Wizard who did a spell to reincarnate or rejuvenate but in the process he lost his memory and that is why he "returned" to level 1 and then little by little he recovers his memories and that explains how he advances so quickly, because in reality he is just recovering from amnesia, he already knows all, he already studied it. But the thing about the amnesiac Wizard has already been seen enough.
I used that little orphan girl Callista and Sabella the unicorn in my DND party!
Jajaja something like this almost happened in my game. They were carrying the poor guy around like a purse after killing his group and wanted to make him tag along. Mostly in revenge for almost shanking their shins. They came across a quite mad spectator that evaporated it on sight. "Pest."
Plot twist. The Ancient Dragon sees the Kobold. Becomes convinced it's a stunted Dragon Wyrmling.
And the torment of Alice continue.
Fuck, that second story hit me in the feels HARD! I lost my pupper a little over a month ago, got him when I was 13, He passed away about a week before my 29th bday. So yes, I can relate to OP's reasoning for why they always get a Canid familiar.
The second story was haunting because it was damn near written about me. Buddy was the name of my best friend and baby boy growing up. We adopted him from the shelter when i was 12 and he was with me for 12 years. I moved 40 MINUTES away because of how bad things were at home. I barely visited because i didn't want to be near my family but because Buddy was sick and i was absolutely selfish. I regret it everyday. I moved back home during quarantine and Buddy was all but gone. He was blind from cataracts and i didn't even know Dogs could get dementia. By the time i came home it was time to say goodbye. I went alone to the vet and stayed with him like i should have those 2 years i was away and he was slipping. The way he would come to me when i would come home. I always say losing him is the worst pain i have ever felt. I vowed to never get another bichon frise because i refuse to replace him. All this to say, yeah. I understood OP clearly.
This is basically the reason I always go Neutral or Chaotic.
To quote Harvey: "Mayhem! YIPPIE!"
Our group has its own little collection of pets, some of which are more...questionable...than others (and one I vehemently said NO to taking). Starting off, we have our Ranger's cougar companion, named Little Bear (just roll with it, don't ask questions). Then eventually we found a crazy old Druid who seemed to recognise my character and tried to kill us so we defended ourselves. Our Cavalier Fighter decided to then adopt the Animated Shrub the druid had and named it Berry (it has the ability to grow Goodberries on itself). Berry is thankfully living at our home base now. The third one we got was a yeti tyke, after we ended up unwillingly killing the thing's parents (we tried to leave in peace, but the father returned and attempted to kill us, we had to defend ourselves, and then the mother attacked after we killed her mate, so...yeah...). Our Bard/Fighter and myself were the ones who insisted we take it this time, as we felt giving it a new home was the only way we could really make amends after we told the mother we'd leave her family in peace. And now our Tortle Fighter/Ranger has had the bright idea to adopt a baby White Dragon which she's calling "Pet"
Kidnapping kobalds and goblins for me. Nothing says crazy like having adult goblins in kids outfits as your pose.
OP: “Stockholm syndrome isn’t actually a thing (look it up)...”
Me: “Hold on a minute! We’re not gonna just fly past that like you didn’t just say what you just said!”
Lol right?
I did a double take at this. It is absolutely a thing. Apparently never heard of Patricia Hearst.
This happened to goblin with our party. My lizardfolk monk basically viewed it as emergency rations.
Unfortunately the goblin got cursed by the Goblin deity of tribal cooperation for betraying his tribe and taking part in cannibalism (my lizardfolk is also the party chef, much to the panic of the rest of the party...). Our pet goblin ended running around town like a rabid chipmunk after a bout of madness and had his head casually lopped off by a retired adventurer who was a person of interest there. The guy didn't even look away from the comely shopkeeper he was flirting with at the time. Good news is, we found the NPC we needed to talk to easily enough because of this and my lizardfolk made some extra coin selling mystery meat kebabs!
Second story has me holding back tears. I just want to hug my puppers.
I have had three animal companions in my time of role-playing- two hyenas and one tiger. The problem is that I always worry about them. In our current game, my brother keeps reiterating in combat that I have a tiger, and I respond that I don’t want the tiger to get hurt. The GM’s very understanding and has told me that neither my character nor her tiger will get permanently killed. My current character also has a pony and two ankylosaurus eggs she’s incubating.
Did Alice even look back as it was running away?
Propably? Guess he took a moment to dance blissfully after he spit out.
Maybe to make sure those SOBs were death and flip them the bird and every rude gesture it could come up with i guess
I hate to say it, but I giggled all the way through the first story. Poor Alice the Kobold!
"So, which end of the spectrum are you on?"
Phrasing, dude XD
My folks had to put my childhood dog down while I was six states away and I didn't get to say goodbye, so I understand the hurt there. Having an animal companion as the next Paladin I played helped soothe the ache. (Wasn't a dog, was a drake, but still, I totally get this guy.)
I am on the end of a spectrum where a guy likes overpowered companions (they are mostly super sentient so i don't really call them pets) like dragons or tree ents
"which side of the spectrum is your group on?"
bro. my group makes it's own side of the spectrum
GIVE THAT GOBLIN A NETFLIX SPINOFF!
It is so horrific that this kobold couldn't even find solace in his dreams. 😂 This is fudged up and totally hilarious. These characters are so inept at empathy.
They are trying though and that makes them better than people who don't try. It's always a character story that works well.
for the second one i completely understand
i lost my cat about a year and a half ago and in my mourning state got FFXIV, which my friends played and RP'd in...
cue me getting to an area with a sidequest to get a minion that followes you around that's a couerl kitten and it looked like him.... since it's been only 3 weeks since my cat's passing, i decided to always always always have that minion equipped onto him and in rp named him after my cat
i want to do the same for something of my dog that passed a little later but i've already written so much in stone in FFXIV... that i'd be odd to just... suddenly make something important come up for a character of mine...
I've not only looked it up but have a psychologist for a FIL. Stockholm Syndrome isn't common but it absolutely is a thing.
I would've wanted Tom to back off. It wasn't his place regardless of the ends, the means were not justified. I'm glad OP put a positive spin on it, I sincerely mean that. But if it were me...? Nah
So, I've never kidnapped creature to turn into a pet (I was once in a party that kidnapped a goblin to interrogate him, then we gave him the choice work in our tavern or go back to the sewers we got him from, and we wound up basically adopting him), but I have used a D&D character to come to terms with things about myself like the second post. I only ever noticed in hindsight, but every character I've made since my parents kicked me out of the house in 2015 has been my subconscious telling me something about my hangups, sexuality/gender, or personal aspirations. D&D is great way to explore who you are in an environment that is inclusive and understanding and that allows some emotional distance. This is my favorite game for a reason.
* hugs offered * My sympathies in regards to parents. There is a monster I once looked upto & called "mother".
The first story is so funny I'd definitely love to be in that team.