D&D Players, What is the dumbest thing to become canon in your game?
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I made a shopkeeper say to the party as they were leaving for their quest, “Don’t die by the way, it’s illegal!” This was mainly an inside joke because one of the players had that as a catchphrase of sorts, but I later decided that in this location dying actually is illegal. The in-universe justification is that too many people got caught intentionally dying and reviving themselves for fraud purposes, so now dying in this particular area is a crime and all dead people are effectively considered fugitives.
Most intelligent lawmaker Fr Fr
Dafuq is an Elvish word that loosely translates to "Did you consider the possible outcomes of this course of action?" in Common.
It is illegal to die in the british house of parliament. Look it up, it's an actual law
In Longyearbyen, Norway dying is illegal. Or at least burial.
They have some corpses with the Spanish flu virus stuck in permafrost, so they _really_ don't want to disturb the earth in the graveyard. And never declared a new one.
I was gonna say ‘how is death illegal if the person is unable to suffer any consequences?’ But I face palmed after reading the rest of the comment because I forgot healing magic existed in this game (and basically every other game)…
Edit: however, my question still applies IRL. Would the person closest to them suffer their consequences or are you unable to sue or punish a dead person? Maybe their punishment is how and where they are buried?
In my Curse of Strahd Game, Jesus is Canon. A woman named Ireena was being harassed by a vampire. She had put religious symbols on her walls to keep him away.
Player: "what kind of religous symbols"
Me DM: "you know, crosses and stuff"
Player: "Crosses. So Jesus is canon?"
Me DM: Crash.exe
Other players: "Guess Jesus is canon now"
Lol I made a Warforged death Cleric named OptimusChrist. 😂
As a Christian, I find this hilarious and absolutely fine!
Lmao that’s amazing. I’ve kind of realized that ilmater is basically dnd Jesus
So . . . does that make Strahd Judas or Lazarus?
@@Sualokin3
Probably Vlad or someone blasphemer.
Cannonical goblin: Goblins speaking in common sound like rude shits.
But in goblin?
"I say old boy, these advenuturers seem like quite the rough customers."
"Indeed good chum. Gather the lads, its time to give them one jolly good thrashing."
Does Goblin have the equivalent of crass language that is used in more casual or spiteful interactions, or are goblins so respectful towards each other that this is the only good way to show it in common?
@@giladmachluf3663 You know, it never came up. This was from about 10 years ago in a Pathfinder campaign.
We encountered some goblins, one of the PCs spoke goblin, so the DM was going to relay what they were saying.
Before he could say anything, one of the players said something like, "Do you suppose that the rude language goblins use is like a thick accent. Maybe goblin when spoken by a native speaker is really posh sounding?"
You can see the results above.
From a Tal'Dorei campaign I'm in:
DM: "You find a Goblin Chef in the lair of a Githyanki that disguises as a human noble. He goes by the name of Limp Knuckles.
Me: "I wonder if he has a relative that's a baker that goes by Limp Bizkit."
DM: *double facepalms* "Sure, why not."
We later find him in a town full of goblinoids and other monstrous humanoids.
Is the party I'm playing with, there is a western planet that has working finger guns because the planet has an abundance of psychic energy that is manifested in tumbleweeds having mustaches and hats and finger guns working
I first made an entire cult based on gaslighting. They constantly tell people they worship a sea god. The party gets mixed information on the god in question. They then face the leader of cult, who is a warlock. I made the warlock a Mage of Silverquill who devoted themselves to a trickster god.
If you are currious on why the cult choose a sea god of all things, it's because of the Pokemon Lugia.
@@justinn8541akaDrPokemon I literally have a warlock whose patron is Lugia XD
@@peytonck5609 I’m now curious what powers you bring.
One of my players left a session and the rest of the party joked that he logged off. Now When any of my party members leave a session, they disintegrate, and neon green letters blink across the character's surroundings, announcing that (person who left) has logged off.
Also, one of my players rolled a two for punching a tree, and glitched into it. He was stuck in the tree for about 10 minutes of game time.
XD that’s a fun one, I love 4th wall breaking bits
I rolled on a random magic items table. The rogue now has “The Bigger Knife” which senses all knives in a radius and grows to be bigger than any in its vicinity.
What defines knifes
@@errorcode9542 from what it said I’d assume a blade that’s smaller than a shortsword, but with further definition and research a shortsword can be a more than 12 inches and less than 30 inches. However knives and daggers can be up to 20ish in some settings, so I’d say it starts at 7” and can become up to 16” depending on if other forms of knife or dagger like objects are in its vicinity.
Oddly enough this lets you know if someone has a knife on them so in certain niche situations it can actually tell you if there’s a weapon in a room there shouldn’t be?
What if you got 2 of them and made 2 infinitely big knives
@MitchT97 if it's a messer, it's a sword, so they can be basically longsword/bastardsword sized
@@lcajueiro that is exactly why I intend to never give them two lol cause my players would keep trying to. Though I’d still say they cap out at the general maximum I set for them. So two would just make them as large as they can be.
I'm playing a monk in a new campaign. I keep saying that I'm gonna deck the thing in front of us in the schnoz. Called shot with penalties for sure, but my rolling luck was otherworldly. Face to face with a vorpal being who phases in and out of reality and I once again make a called shot aimed at the schnoz. The DM says "if you manage to hit this thing, I'm going to give you a proficiency for calling shots to the schnoz". I roll a nat 20 and confirm it with a 19. The DM gives me a permanent +5 for decking in the schnoz, and I get the in game title "The Schnoz Destroyer".
Here's one I've been sitting on for a while:
So I was in a campaign that consisted of me (A custom lineage Monk), a Tiefling Paladin, a Divination Wizard, and a Samurai Fighter.
Because my character was a divine being, he had connections that the rest of the party didn't. That came into play when we came into contact with a Deck of Many Things and accidentally summoned an avatar of death from the deck. Because our DM had some homebrew shenaneginz he managed to capture one of these wraiths and allow us to communicate to him. WIthin the conversation, I improvised recognizing the wraith by calling out "Wait, Is that you Jeff!?" And our DM, baller as he is, rolled with the bit and started conversing with me as old pals. Then came up his line of work as an avatar of death, summarized as follows; "Yeah, my line of work is great! When I got hired I had to work really hard to collect enough souls to move up in the chain. I'm pretty high up now, but once I get enough souls I'll be able to hire my own wraiths and collect souls that way!" Before I asked "Wait... You mean to tell me the entire concept of death is built upon a pyramid scheme?". A moment of silence passed before the entire table erupted in laughter, solidifying the entire concept of death being built upon a pyramid scheme.
Thanks. Now I'm imagining Death on a Mary Kay pink colored horse.
"The entire concept of death is built on a pyramid scheme" is probably the funniest piece of accidental worldbuilding I have ever encountered
A) Funny as shit
B) Chad Dm
My friends couldn't understand the name of my character (Tiel) so one of them referred to me as Mr. T and when I said "I pity the fool" it became canon my 6ft tall Wolfman had a mohawk of fur reaching down his back.
My friends and I recently did a campaign of the Transformers TTRPG. My character found a bucket which ended up playing a vital role in combat, and one of the other party members became *convinced* it was a Transformer stuck in its alt mode.
At the end of the campaign, *it turned out to actually be the case.*
One time my DM was setting up a high-level start for a campaign that was meant to be a sequel to a campaign we played previously as low level.
I decided to create an artificer.
The guy made his own flying power armor, and I designed a flying ship so powerful and designed so specifically that it was capable of taking out the big world threat out of the box.
So much so, that the DM decided that the game would not be played, because we had already solved the campaign before we even started.
Why am I bringing it up here? Because, apparently, in this universe, _that ship still exists._ It's so powerful, it's classified as a relic, and it has survived multiple millennia and even world cataclysms and rebirths.
I know that, one of these days, I will see that ship again in our game. The original characters may be long, long gone, but that ship will live on.
Our DM once made the mistake of using our Barbarian to measure how big a magic item is
We rolled with it and started asking him "Hey, how many Thuurams is this thing wide"
And whenever hed try to describe something in metric wed ask him "Can you convert that to Thuurams. Im not so good with other systems" and hed always oblige
By the end of the campaign the DM in an epilogue described how Icewind Dale (this was a Rime of the Frostmaiden game) adopted Thuurams as their official measuring system.
This is from the campaign I'm currently running. Eula the NPC they're friends with arranged to surprise the players with a midwinter present for each of them. It was a custom variation of the blessed book (indestructible spellbook that holds more than the normal amount of spells) that didn't hold spells. For Nyx (the catgirl from another dimension) it came with a few steamy romance novels (her semi-secret guilty pleasure), and could hold up to 50 of them (with them being able to be added or removed from the book at will). For Seash, our Aarakocra bard it came with a bunch of sheet music to songs that were popular 10,000 years ago and could hold up to 500 songs. Seash's player kept bugging me and asking if "All Stars" from Shrek was in there and after the 5th time I said Yes, not only is All Stars in there, but so is Holding out for a Healer (parody version of Holding out for a Hero), Ievan Polka, Rasputin, and The will of the people. So it's now cannon that not only do those songs exist in my campaign, but were popular 10,000 years ago.
Oh, also BBQ, it's a specialty of the lizardmen who live in the Cormyr swamps. After the PCs found this out they ended up starting a trade between the nearest town and the lizardmen.
if i had to say mine its def the time someone rolled a nat 20 for stealth to hide as a wall and after that they just had that ability
Just straight up A Link Between Worlds level stuff.
Nicodemus's Wagon. We were infiltrating an infernal city (run by a devil named Nicodemus), and to get past the front gate, we claimed to be insurance salesman to renew insurance on one of his wagons. The guards were not sure if Nicodemus had a wagon, but they let us in in case he did. It soon became a running gag when everyone we passed by began wondering if he had a wsgon, so much that when we finally did get to Nicodemus himself, the DM had his throne be a modifed wagon!
PS. Nicodemus met his end via the goblin sorcerer/warlock casting enlarge on himself and luchadore-suplexing him.
I had an Artifcer Charcter. For their voice, I tried to do a mad scientist voice. Although, it sounded so bad that it can be described as ‘Chaotic Neutral Autotuned Micky Mouse.’ I kept the bad impression as the voice of the character.
Clown college is a hell of a school that takes more than a century of time. Those who drop out attend the most prestigious of wizardry colleges, and if you are any form of life that can not survive the duration of education, tough luck.
Do you gain access to Looney Tunes powers if you graduate, or do you just become a non-magical clown with an incredible sense of humor through expertise in performance and insight checks?
We started a bloody civil war between rival clans of squirrels, accidentally kickstarting their iron age.
I will not explain.
I demand you *DO* explain
We of the squirrel historian society demand that you give an explanation for this bold statement
yes officer, this one right here.
Sire, the Nut clan has invented the Metal Pipe!
My players met a trio of hunters. When they asked the leaders name I pulled Hunter the hunter out of my ass, so they decided his companions were named Tanner the tanner and Skinner the skinner
the celestial office environment is an oldie but goodie.
I had an imp in my game that joined the party, and he wore a tailored grey 3 piece suit, based on the imps in book 6 of the Spellsinger series by Alan Dean Foster. and he shapeshifts into a cat that looks just like my cat that died a while back, after living a full and pampered life.
My friend a half-elf warlock can now hear colours as the DM accidentally said the colour of my familiar, which he couldn’t see, when he said what my friend heard.
I live in Milwaukee, which is the home of Harley Davidson, and on a main street no less. So during summer, coincidentally when I have my window open, you'll have motorcycles tear down the street with loud ass engines.
Cue the Huckleberry clan, which somehow has family in every culture, plane, and time period that I run in. No matter if it is a pirate, eastern fantasy, or Gothic horror setting, if a motorcycle picks up on my mic, then canonically an Appalachian hick just tore down the nearest street on some ungodly contraption. And yes, everyone is familiar enough with them to comment under their breath, "Those goddamn Huckleberries!"
Italian existing as a language but no Italians. Also Beatbox is a thing as a music trend.
Our DM is a ‘I don’t like sport ball’ kinda guy. So when my character and another character bonded over a sport, the DM decided it would be ‘Sportball.’
We ran with this so hard. First off, the home team is the Waterdeep Piggers; and the constant slogan is “Piggers are gonna go all the way this year!”
Further, I and the other player made up two COMPLETELY different sets of Sportball rules, because my character was an ancient Tiefling who got put in a warforged body; thus he would have no idea how the times have changed. My version was much more… Mayan in theme. Sacrifice the winners, dropping the sport ball results in a person being branded with the clumsy sign (dunce cap); so on and so forth. New rules just had a goat being sacrificed.
Downtime ALWAYS involved us getting the whole party to go to Sportball games, with our party bard taking in coins at the bar across from the arena. So you see, the moral of the story is: if your players have a fun harmless bond, don’t use it as a soapbox to advertise your hatred for professional sports.
I own tarantulas irl and my dm had us roll to create a magic item. I rolled a spider silk cloak that only wants gold. Someone called it a gold digger, so now it has a valley girl accent and is named Britney. I got an unfortunate roll on my creation and it only had a curse.
Sesame Street is the 10th hell.
Allow me......................................................................................................................Why?......
ran a dnd one shot in sesame Street revolving around the plot of Hordes of the Underdark. Ohe of the endings is Mephistopheles is scattered across the multiverse and they encountered a large fragment in sesame Street. I spent the one shot letting them do goofy stuff with little to no plot resemblance. HOWEVER i confirmed that whatever they did would he cannon in my world. At the end they gave Mephistopheles Oscars trash can. The trashcan allowed him to reach through the multiverse and pull himself back together. Ue rewarded them according to the deal. One character became an epic level warlock. Another had Mephistopheles marry his sister (long complicated backstory from one of my players who has a talent for writing good characters) Anyway since he was at full power he conquered Sesame Street.
One thing in my friend's campaign that gives me a smile is a custom class called the "Boakai". The Boakai is an NPC-only class that is specifically designed to become one with a flying ship, and is able to fly it far better than anyone using a ship's conventional means, and can operate the ship's guns on their own, instead of needing a crew to operate them.
Where does the name come from, you ask? "Boat guy." 😅
Barry The Wagon God. Some player set a wagon driver's HP to 9999 with an AC of 99 in the VTT we were using. Someone joked that it was Barry The Wagon God, and as the DM, I made Barry an actual god in that world. He's tasked by the other gods with delivering magical items and ancient artifacts to dungeon and other such places. Some say that if you meet him, specifically on a path, then he might lend you a magical item for you to keep.
A franchise of coffee shops/baked goods sellers run by giant sentient bees. It was called "Jim Hornets"
PANR has tuned in.
The mage making the portal had no name until the paladin asked for it. So now, the portal mage is named Portalliea.
Not game, games.
I have a pink skeleton with heart eye sockets, wearing a random top and booty shorts, in every one of my campaigns and one shots. She started as just the result of someone dropping an enemy to 69 HP, where I had her go “Whoooh!” in the distance…well someone decided to look and there she was. My players loved her so much, that I decided to add her to every world I make no matter what. She’s got a valley girl accent and loves to party, very fun character
John French-English-Alaskan-Belgium, a legendary chef who invented many foods, including Belgian waffles, French fries, English muffins, and Alaskan salmon
The god of gambling has an obsession with potatoes.
You learn to love potatoes when you're broke. Gambler checks out.
I think the dumbest thing that has becone canon in my homebrew pathfinder 2e setting is that the blind old ratfolk investigator (said player really likes goofy charachters) who is basically the settings sherlock holmes, whenever dealing with the higher ups of the group he works for they forcefully give him a bath. The joke is hes a desert ratfolk, he takes sand baths. I know this. No one else has realized it. Oh and KFT, Karnage Fried Tengu
Milkable Emus
So my brother and I are DMing a Campaign that takes place in pretty much fantasy Australia. For context, the people on the island ride giant emus instead of horses.
During our second session, the players went into a general store to get some supplies before heading off on a quest. I was running the store at the time because my brother was getting his dinner.
Well, one of the players asked if there were any books in the shop. I responded that they only had a cook book by an author called the Cheese Witch. When he asked what recipes were in the book, I gave a few cheese related recipes. For some reason, I had the funny thought to put Emu cheese in the book. I had no idea what I had just gotten myself into.
Almost half of the session that day was us discussing how fantasy emus could produce milk. That lead to the most insane session I have ever been a part of. It is now a joke in the campaign see if anything dairy related is made of emu milk.
Oh how to pick one.
In my first ever game our Paladin's god was a goldfish turned Chinese Dragon named Oatmeal.
Our sorcerer couldn't pick a name for his fireball companion so he stuck to Little Guy.
Our ranger/rogue canonically has a 200 ft long pocket of holding called Rope Space that holds her 200 ft rope uncoiled.
Our barbarian was so, we called it a Purified Bro, like surfer bro but respectful, he respected women so much he could never date them.
I could think of more.
I've finally got something for one of these. The first involved one of my fellow players meeting with the hobgoblin leader of a primarily goblin settlement. The whole thing ended with the leader and senate dead, a civil ear between the goblins and hobgoblins, and the few that weren't fighting starting a new religion centered around a sport known as Frenzy Ball.
The other example involves establishing that not only are there people in the world that believe the world is flat, but there are also people who believe that the world is situated on the shell of something referred to as "the World Tortoise." That last one is definitely being kept in mind for any games I DM in the future.
As a result of a throwaway gag about working the morning shifts at 7/11, the dragonborn warlock in my last party had canonically fallen into a hole while wandering the Feywild and spent multiple years in modern-day Earth before falling back into the game world. Once that was canonized, he started occasionally referencing modern electronics, celebrities, and music. Everyone else just thought he was insane. Fun times.
It was glop , a war forged player who wanted to drink something besides oil , just said he was drinking some weird sludge , calling it glop . Eventually we started asking questions like what are the effects of glop on a normal person . Long story short it will give every negative status effect and kill you . Then heal you back to the state you were previously. There even ended up being bans in city's and guard forces sent out to remove glop because of its effects
"Billy Bassilisk," the mechanical singing novelty monster sculpture.
The entirety of Krynn believes Dragonborn are Kobolds with Gigantism.
tl:dr, my Dragonlance party had two Dragonborn and Dragonborn do not naturally exist on Krynn (both where from other worlds), and the Draconians were well known yet, and obviously were different from them. As such, everyone assumed they were just gigantic Kobolds, and now the entirety Krynn now believes Dragonborn are just Kobolds with gigantism instead of their own species.
Schrodinger Tressym, no I'm not going to elaborate why i had to figure out how quantum theory works for a dnd game...
I decided to expand the joke where when someone says "jesus christ" everyone at the table usually responds "who?"
In character, I told a made-up story about why people scream the name of Jesus when startled, that he was just a dude who would mess with people and one day he pissed off some wrong people so he got executed. He had powerful friends though and they managed to resurrect him. He then went on to mess with people, who still though he was dead, by scaring them and they would yell out "Jesus!".
After I told this story a guard character appeared named Rahhan that was large in size but always managed to sneak up on one timid, low-intelligence PC in our group. The guard was apparently the chief in that town and we talked with him about stuff. Suddenly the PC walked up to the chief and asked "Sir. Are you Jesus?" and realizing that the PC was kinda dum and shy they went along with it and agreed.
From that point on whenever someone even outside of the game said Jesus someone else would eventually whisper "Rahhan...?" and we bust into laughter.
One of my players found a little mechanical friend in a dungeon somewhere and adopted it, however it couldn't speak, it could only make facial expressions, eventually it became cannon that it only communicated via emojis that I DM to the player holding it, makes for some comedic moments
I was DMing a campaign that didn't last very long before falling apart, but one of the things we established pretty quickly was that our dwarf was 6 feet wide.
The players had been called in by a baron to help him expand his "rightful" territory (the baron was a decent dude, and a skilled administrator, so he was supposed to be the "good" end, and there would be options to support other claimants or a budding movement to establish a republic) and one of the baron's distant relatives had offered to host the party and the other mercenaries from nearby realms. So, the lord and lady of the house were sitting at their own table, and the three captains of the mercenary bands were sitting at a table discussing their shared histories, so naturally the party wants to sit with the edgy mercenary captains instead of the mercenary grunts who were playing drinking games.
Dude number one is sitting on the left side of the table, and dude number two is next to him, dude number three is sitting across from dude number one, and the dwarf says he'll sit by dude number three to make the sides of the table even, right? Mind you, this is all happening with actual names of characters, and this is a VERY new campaign with some new players, and so they got the names mixed up, and the entire rest of the party decided to sit in a line next to dudes 1 and 2.
When I asked the last player why they chose to sit there instead of sitting next to the dwarf, they said it was to make the sides even...
I quickly counted the chairs at the table and did some head-math and decided that for this to be the case, the dwarf would have to be AT LEAST 6 feet wide, and the joke has actually lasted longer than the campaign by over a year.
Characters from another campaign entirely.
At the time I was in two play-by-post adventures. Both with same DM and shared a few players between them. At least FOUR separate times (including the Dm) someone either accidentally misnamed a character as one from the other campaign or the character brought another character up out of nowhere!
As part of OOC chat we then agreed both took place in the same world.
Some minor context:
Fabula Ultima is the system being used and that means everyone had a hand in making the world. From races, nations, the gods you name it. So while this post is about dumb things being canon, below is what I'm just still processing as canon.
A nation primarily inhabited by mainly Russian Elves. The nation is named after Rayshiki, the setting of Reverse 1999's 1.8 update which is based on the Swedish town Pyramiden that was sold to Soviet Russian back in 1927 before being closed in the late 1980s.
And one of PCs is from Rayshiki, having found refuge there. So the kid would go through either denial or a mental breakdown if any dark secrets are revealed. As to them, it's a magical place where no one has to worry about anything.
Dumbest thing in a D&D 3.5 campaign. A goblin henchman of one of the players keeping calling himself a "Halfling with skin condition". When he rolls his bluff check to convince people of this, he has rolled enough Nat 20's (at least 10 of them) that the other NPCs of the campaign just look at the "poor dear" and recommend different treatments.
Ghostbusters is canon to the universe. The party was in a modern log hotel that was in the middle of a icy snowstorm. They needed a way to have some bonding, so one of them suggested that they watch movies and DVD'S to pass alongside a long rest. I say sure, and the first thing that comes to mind is the Ghostbusters movies. They watch the entire series, excluding the 2016 one, during a long rest, then continued exploration. Later, when they came across the BBEG (a cult leader they were begrudgingly working for) they watched more movies so that he could keep an eye on them in case they tried something funny. He then, after telling them a bit of his backstory, pulled out a copy of Ghostbusters 2016, announcing that it was his favorite movie. Naturally, the party was dying of laughter, and now they definitely want him dead.
Bill Wigglestaff became the name of a bandit our party talked down and convinced to change his life around, encouraging him to follow his dream to become a playwright. He went on to become one of the most famous Bards in the land.
I had one player playing a minor noble from another country. Every time he met a new person he would start off by saying Yo! loudly and then say it was a traditional Seven Kingdoms greeting. Two years later the party went to the Seven Kingdoms and everyone they met greeting them with Yo! It was great throwing the player's joke back into his face.
One of my players spent an entire session thinking "Twig Blights" were "Twiglets." I exercised my DM powers to officially rename twig blights in my campaign
The entirety of Gnomeo and Juliet was cannon in a campaign I was in
In one of my games, one of our friends wanted to be apart of the fun, but didn't really want to play a whole character. My players and I made some lore for "Zebulon", an ancient warlord that had his soul trapped in a ring for who know how long. Anyone who wore the ring could hear the voice of Zebulon, who as time went on, the players gave more and more epithets. By the time the campaign was over, he was known as Zebulon, the Destroyer, Spoiler of Virgins, Mutilator of Demons, Cremator of the Ancient World. Hilariously, he loved trying to make intimidation checks...the players would explain to whatever bad guy they were trying to scare that "This ring contains the soul of the terrifying and ancient conqueror, Zebulon the Destroyer, whose name has been used to frighten children for the last 1500 years. If you don't wish to kindle his wrath, you should do as we say." Then to prove what they said, they'd set his ring on the ground, and Zebulon would make it roll around the victim harmlessly, but menacingly. The players got a lot of laughs from bandit chiefs nearly soiling them selves, because the ring rolling on its own at their feet just rolled a nat20 intimidation.
Just ran dnd and I'm pretty sure one of my players gonna make it a green text look out for the haunted been plushy
That in almost every game I'm in has a Trickster God named Sqwak. He's a Golden Eagle Kenku.
A campaign i once played in has a god named Jesus. Who is about as flamboyantly gay as possible.
I played in a game, my first game, as a Human Fighter named Patches. The party's goal was to defeat an evil, multi-dimensional lich. We rolled for stats, and I had 20 Str and 6 Int by level 4 (after feats). Played the big, dumb, lovable brute. At some point, my character had picked up a sack of tomatoes. One fight, we were attacked while riding a down a rode. Instead of chucking my spears, since I didn't want to have to go pick them back up, I threw a bunch of tomatoes at our pursuers, killing 2 of them. It became a gag for the rest of the campaign. I also made very good friends with one of the other party members, a Warlock.
Patches got into all kinds of trouble. Cut off a dragon's toe and turned it into a spear, played "beat that guy with this guy," accidentally threw some random bandits across a lake, and out-wrestled a giant, and that's not even half of it. Patches was known by many, both in and outside of the party, as a ridiculous powerhouse who has no idea how strong he actually is. Super easy to trick, impossible to overpower. Oh yeah, did I mention he looked like a Death Knight, but bright purple? We eventually made our way to, and dealt with, the lich.
Afterwards, the party members all talked about what we would do after the campaign. Jokingly, we said that his Warlock friend built a house at the edge of a random village, where he stayed with his daughter and Patches. The villagers never knew who was in the house, not really, all they knew was that after that house was built, a big, purple death knight would occasionally show up to buy a sack of tomatoes, and that the formerly-frequent dragon/monster/bandit attacks randomly stopped.
Now, the DM, unknown to us at the time, had intended to keep this "world" running. So this became cannon, and Patches and the Warlock friend are now level 20. Now, this is an event his new cast of players will eventually have to deal with because Patches has an artifact they want. May god have mercy on their souls because Patches' tomatoes won't.
I've got 2 stories:
1. We were tasked with getting something from the barn (can't remember what) and while we were there, there was an old man who was hard of hearing. Most things we said or asked was responded with "WHAAAT!?" We retrieved the item and brought it back and when we asked about the old man, he explained it was just his elderly father, which was again followed by another "WHAAAT!?" So it became canon that no matter where we were or what time it was, we would randomly hear the old man's "WHAAAT!?"
2. I played a Gnome Artificer piloting the "corpse" of a Warforged (technically several corpses pieced together). I also had Rogue multiclass so my slight of hand and stealth was pretty high. The DM would randomly have me roll stealth checks throughout the campaign. We finally got to a part that we were sure we wouldn't survive so we all confessed our biggest secrets. I opened the Warforged chestplate to reveal my true Gnome self. Questions were asked, one of them being "how did you poop?" to which another player joked that I pooped in a bag of holding and periodically had to dump it out, thus explaining the random slight of hand and stealth checks to not be seen..... the "Bag of Poop Holding" became canon.
In the campaign I’m in, in-world it is one of the highest insults to be called a “redditor”
AND IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING.
I made a joke about how my Dwarven Barbarian ran away from home because he stole an infinite bag of apples from his leader. It became Canon by taking the soles of Dwarven children.
How I opened a campaign made my players think of Lord Farquaad. So now he's officially part of the campaign.
Every single time someone says our groups name the dm rolls a d20 for random chance if he gets above a 10 a random race will run out of the nearest dark room,closet,forest,or crowd get directly infront of the party and npcs then go “FUCK YEAHHHHHH” as he rips the guitar before promptly running out of sight
Dr. Carpenter. The players took a ferry down a river, one NPC being the Carpenter (his name is lost to the sands of time) who was missing an eye. After a pirate raid, the party calls out for a doctor, and the carpenter shows up, toolbag in hand. The ferry didnt have a doctor on account of not being able to afford one, so the carpenter served as doctor. He used wood glue and sawdust in open wounds.
In reality, I had fogotten to write notes on a doctor, and described a one eyed man running across the deck. One player shouted "the carpenter is the doctor???" And it stuck lol.
My character got drunk with an old lady that looked after him and his other orphan friends when they were young and the two basically invented pizza but it was called an "open meat pie." It became a big hit in the capital city and was eventually seen at festivals and fairs throughout the world.
mine was Gnome Depot. I was the DM and I didn't feel like making a new shopkeeper for every shop. so we have one shop called Gnome Depot. they were all gnome brother whose names ended in -onk. we had bonk, kronk, donkey, lonk,fronk, monk, bronk, and many others. their sisters ran the only tavern chain in the world, called Domignomes pizza. eating a pizza slice gives you a non-stackable +0.5 AC. we also had myconids speak a language called shroomish. shroomish was literally just English with a Boston accent. we also had the horny entblade. it was a greatsword crafted from the dick of a horny ent that I slew. it was fucking overpowered. it did +10 to attack and plus 13 damage. It has another side effect of whenever I the weilder takes damage, they gain plus 2 damage to the sword which is removed when healed. now, I just prick my finger with a needle a ton for one damage each before a big fight to get a shit ton of extra damage. and that's how I one shot a bioengineered super creature that could kill something that was not alive.
The tar bubble of punishment. In one of the first campaigns I ever played, we had to end on cliffhanger of getting stuck in bubbling tar pit. One player couldn’t get to the next session, so we made it that the guy got caught in giant tar bubble and floated around like in the new super Mario bros games. We tied a lasso around the bubble and dragged him around until it popped and if anyone misses a session my immediate thought is “tar bubble.”
THE BATTLE CAMEL! The party had rented camels to traverse the desert, and got attacked by gnolls. The fighter jumped off his camel and went on fighting. Then after a few turns, someone pointed out, “hey what’s the camel doing?” As dm, I left it to dice to decide, low the camel runs, high the camel gets pissed and bites the knoll’s buns. Somehow, I never rolled below a fifteen for this camel and it almost takes a gnoll down on its own. With this story, they were successfully able to trade this camel in for an entire ship. A few hundred years later in the game world and there is now a special breed of war camel descended from the fabled battle camel.
All the guards were high. In a much more beer and pretzels campaign, it became canon over time that the reason the guards had been so incompetent for the whole campaign was because they were all high. The evil cow empire was using slave labor to grow weed and the guards were getting paid with the stuff instead of money. This lead to the most “assert dominance” moment were I. The middle of a fire fight with magic and laser guns, the barbarian just walks up casually to the Minotaur fighter, yoinks the joint from his mouth, and smokes it smugly in front of him. This is the same barbarian they launched out of the torpedo tube because they ran out of ammo, AND HE PUNCHED A WHOLE THROUGH THE OTHER SHIP! Also they insisted the bank they stole from was Scrooge McDuck’s money vault.
My online D&D group has a TON of in-jokes that have been consistent in all of our games as a result of one off gags we had playing, of all games, Curse of Strahd.
1. The Ranger bought a "bee potion" not knowing what it was. I don't even think the *DM* knew what it did, they just added it to sound funny. The Ranger started pouring that shit on *everything* and it did all sorts of absurd, bee related things every time they did. Now any time that Ranger isn't playing a cowboy of some kind they're playing something bee related.
2. Any time a well exists in any game we play, some incarnation of Mishka Martikov the spider child lives in it. Yes, even in the Pokemon-based game I am running, where he is a Spidops with the same omnipresent properties of Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny.
3. Not from Curse of Strahd, but there was a random Wizard NPC in Wild Beyond the Witchlight that would just show up in places, never say anything, just act cryptic, and leave. And for a period they just sorta showed up everywhere, up until their "arc" had an ending in a post-game one shot I ran in the WBtW timeline where he was the prior WBtW DM's player character. The highlight of this was when we were playing Reign of Winter (which is Pathfinder, yes), I asked the WBtW DM for the art they used for "the Mage," replaced my character's familiar's token with it, and randomly dropped it on the battlemap and waited for someone to notice. One of the players sternly but concernedly asked the RoW DM "WHAT IS HE DOING HERE???" while the WBtW DM and I had a good laugh in the background.
Stryxhaven got crazy. Our resident feral halfling (who was raised by goblins) got an item that could produce random things on a d100 roll and could be used three times in a single day. One of those items was a ton of cocaine hidden in pillows and he started a pillow fight, with those same cocaine filled pillows, in the lobby of the main building. Cocaine was everywhere, everyone was breathing it in, and this was all on the first day. I don't know how our party managed to not get tied to the chaos. The dice did not protect our dm from our shenanigans that day.
Should probably note our dm gives little twists to regular modules to see what we do, hence the item.
Jorasco Wholesale: a shop in Sharn that House Jorasco uses to supply adventurers with bulk medical supplies. I even made cards for my players as they needed a membership to get in
Also my friend has an NPC called Stavros who appeared whenever we needed a spare NPC. It eventually was established he has a lot of jobs around town and many identical twins (like Officer Jenny or Nurse Joy)
A dart ascended to godhood and is now a major deity that still supports the party a campaign later.
Not the DM, but in our last campaign there were some time travel shenanigans we had to dive into. As a result of those shenanigans, we found ourselves with TWO EYES OF VECNA.
Icing on the cake: during the campaign's epilogue, I opened the box that held both the Eyes, and watched in horror as they fused into one Eye (like potara fusion from DBZ) and it turned to look directly at me before I slammed the lid of the box shut.
The DM then grins at me and says, "From now on, the avatar of Vecna is summoned on a 5 or less, not just a 1."
We haven't yet encountered this new beefier Eye of Vecna, and I fear the day we find it.
My players magically created a pig dryad hybrid from apple trees, the bacon is pre smoked with applewood.
My friend shouted at a chicken egg to birth a Silver dragon. He rolled 3 nat.20s and the DM had no choice. So we then had a tiny silver dragon.
In my first DnD game, we were a band of adventurers in alternative Tudor England under the employ of King Henry VIII. At some point while I was away from the table, our rogue, in game, was given a rendition of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, a children's book that actually exists(look it up if you don't believe me). So it was canon at our table that our party had written the Very Hungry Caterpillar for our rogue. Then I came in with a bard after my hiatus and soon made it a lot crazier. Myself and the paladin wrote a sequel where the Caterpillar meets Mothra of all things, so our adventuring party became the source of that too.
Sadly things went wrong when the paladin and I failed to co-operate making a third one, and when our rogue realised it was fake, the paladin threw me under the bus.
Thus that's how my bard got a dagger in the ribs from a tabaxi over a children's book.
One of my players played as a Druid and he transformed into a Ferret and stayed in that form when the party went out into town. One day the party was in town and a tournament was happening. They wanted to join and when they spoke to a noble knight he asked who they served, the druid in ferret form crawled onto the table and "acted noble" through a series of good rolls including a nat 20 by the player and very poor roles from the knight the players became known as servants of a Noble Ferret named Sir Fluffnoodle and they ended up winning the tournament. Now everywhere the party went the druid had to be a Ferret in town to keep up appearance.
So I don't play DnD per se, but I did an RP with a friend at one point where every time one of us would say "Why not?" to something in game, a Wynaut fromm Pokemon would inexplicably appear near us and say its name. This actually got us out of fighting a major boss at one point because the boss was too confused by the situation to do anything. It made little sense but it was funny.
The +1 Camping Set.
A magical camping set consisting of a campfire, tinderbox, flint and steel, tent, 2 sleeping bags, a frying pan, a pot, the pot's lid, and chef's utensils. Each individual piece of the +1 Caping Set did absolutely nothing special, but legend has it if you collected all of them and took a long rest, you would get a single wish. This was a joke made in session 2 that ended up becoming a recurring gag, then evolved into a bit too legitimate of a side quest over the course of two years and 15 levels of adventuring. Our party ended up investing a significant amount of funds and leveraging favors from powerful NPCs to find all the pieces while still fighting the various BBEGs. I think we only had the tinderbox left to find before we had to go kill our warlock's elder god patron and save the world. Funny thing is we had already gotten like 7 wishes up to that point due to various shinanigans too. But our party still dreamed of one day completing the the legendary +1 Camping Set.
Miku story reminds me of a joke campaign I was in where I played a rogue possessed by a hat “HATsune sneaku”
Player tried to build a bomb into a laptop in an attempt to blow up Prince. Botched horribly. Blows himself up. Sheriff comes to investigate. Party claims player was trying to fix a toaster. That becomes the official story and a running gag.
The Interdimensional Council of Sulturims.
For context, the party clown, Sulturim Verthisathurgiesh, was an Echo Knight, which calls upon spirits ("echoes") from unrealised timelines and alternate dimensions. After repeated interactions with Player Sulturim, they basically got together and formed a society of their own.
I was the DM.
I'm running a Captain America-meets-Suicide Squad-style superhero game in Savage Worlds where everyone is a discount bin superhero in WWII. One of the guys has light powers, but his body is constantly shining with incredibly bright UV energy.
So the players collectively decided he wears a gimp suit all the time under his uniform, and just unzips parts of it use his powers.
My first DND campaign, me a monk Aarakora getting saved my cleric and he now paid me 30GP to meditate and roost atop a cockatrice egg he got.
Billy the blacksmith is basically Gandalf: a very happy go lucky barbarian npc, Originally introduced on a improvised one shot at a friends house who randomally asked if I could teach them to play.
Billy to stupid to realise when he’s been betrayed sincerely believing everyone he’s ever met is his friend has now been in multiple campaigns pressured by the party to become a wizard over money months is now an inter dimensional traveller helping out adventurers. Constantly reincarnating in each campaign of otherwise players may riot in and out of game
For my first campaign it was "Meat Magic" where one can alter the flesh of any being and its range was like a 30foot cube around the caster and the effects only lasted 1 min, you could do anything related to flesh to them
I set the start of my campaign in a city called Cosmopolis (original I know). But one of my players was a Duergar and he asks “Do I stick out here or seem weird to anyone?” I said “No more than anyone else. It’s a diverse city so everybody is a little weird.” One of my other players chimes up “So it’s like Portland.” We live in Washington state but after the laughter had died down it was retconned to be the city of Portland.
So here we go...
1. In my older games we had random portals appearing and sucking people to different dimention as an explanation of missing a session. Therefor if someone was missing in world the missing posters would appear only after 3-4 days after dissapearong as portals would suck people for only few hours or day.
2. On Weird Lands you could find mad scientist self proclaimed king who wrote fanfictions about emperor dating his biggest enemy in secret. Now this mad guy is dead.
3. Red Square. It's a regular city square called this way after party killed good amount of guards there and blood stains became imposible to clean up. So yeah, Red Square
The list of shi canon in our games:
• Star Wars: Rare flavours of caff. Our Jawa mechanic was obsessed with caff (Star Wars coffee counterpart), collecting rare flavours. He had at least two of speial ones: Tuong'lan Fast Caff - must be brewed within 2 minutes of contact with air, otherwise it expires, and Black Bantha - fermented by feeding caff seeds to banthas - kinda like Black Elephant coffee.
• WoD: Inquisitor Eisenhorn. He looks much like Eisenhorn from Warhammer 40k, but dressed in modern Catholic priest robes, often over armour. He will find the player characters wherever they are, and disappear whenever they seemingly kill him and look away for a moment. We finally got rid of him by tying him up and throwing him off a bridge, legs encased in cement.
• Fallout: DJ Larry. He has a radio station and access to surveillance satellites. He narrates the adventures of out crew - the Silver Rangers - in his program "Darwin City News". Also, New Vegas clubs' newest hit is a song called "Buzzy-Buzzy Casador" - it's secretly about a drug produced from casador honey. Also: Ghul'f and Mantis-Bowling - two games invented by Silver Rangers.
• DnD/ Forgotten Realms: Characters from Hatsune Miku "Seven Deadly Sins" cycle exist in the setting as minor villains. Duke Satiriasis Venomania has been defeated by the party in one of the games, he was a warlock serving a powerful succubus, and we took his magic items: Shackles of Obedience and Whip of Pleasure. Also, at some point our party used Bagpipes of invisibility, and found Wreath of Celibacy, and Belt of Beer Belly.
One of my friends is running a campaign based in Ravnica. My character grew up in the Ismari Library. Another friend who is playing my adoptive brother has established that my characters favorite book is an in universe version of Twilight.
Fear of stairs. I kept getting bad rolls with stairs. The first time we were exploring 10,000 ruins and I wanted to check out what was downstairs so I rolled a check to see if they were safe, I don't remember what I rolled, but I wound up falling through the stairs. The second time a player nat 20 a stealth check to trip me down the stairs and I rolled a nat 1 to see her, so obviously I fell down the stairs. The third time was the scariest. I was going up the stairs when I triggered a trap. That was a simple bell sound, and it awoke the sleeping ancient platinum dragon. And all of this happened when we were still level 1
At my players request it is now canon that tortles hunt and eat the bird-like races of 5e. This all started because they were caught in an explosion and the owlin player said that he probably smells like roast chicken, to which the tortle quipped that he hadn't eaten a roast bird in a year. The owlin gets set on fire very often, the player forgets that his aoe spells can also damage himself.
Baldur’s Gate has a faction of gnome city guards who are a mounted police force that ride battle turkeys.
It was my first time playing and our party was travelling early on in our campaign when we got attacked by some ghosts. My Orc fighter was first to go ran up and gave of the ghosts a nice hardy slap in the face and did some pretty good damage... the ghost I just hit was up next and used horrifying visage on us. I rolled a nat 1! DM told me to roll a D4... 4. The DM laughs and tells me I have run in the opposite direction and I instantly age 40 years with jokes about how an old orc would look. Well we dispatch of the ghosts and head on to the town. we get to the gate and a guard stops us and says we look like we are looking rough. I blurt out "Of course we do. We got attacked by ghosts! Look what they did to my face!" After that whenever I said anything in the campaign with an elevated infliction towards anyone my final word in the sentence was "Look what they did to my face!"
its become tradion in my game for my ranger to break out in song and dance and do the entire men in tights routine when asked what he does for a living. drives my dm nuts
*TIGHT* tights.
At the end of a one-shot I was in, my minotaur cleric ended up the legal owner of all birds in the world due to a wish granted by Tiamat. Also, our bard, canonically from the Kingdom of Texas, tried very hard to get Jesus made canon but got vetoed by the DM, so she instead went around asking, "Have you heard of our lord and savior Hephaestus?"
DM made a wizard use a homebrew "Fist" cantrip at a player character's family jewels. It critted
Now, every once in a while, we find a guy in hospital getting treated for ruptured balls, or a cleric saying something like "i swear if i had to treat one more ballsack"
I got a few
1. whenever someone misses a game or is late for one, their character gets replaced with a cardboard cutout/standee. when they come back, the standee turns into them. my favorite gag, when playing my artificer, is that my Steel Defender will drag the standee to wherever the entire group is needed
2. I have a cat IRL. whenever she wants my attention while I'm playing, there is suddenly a cat at my charter's feet wanting HIS attention
3. the cameraman. whenever someone "looks at the camera" there is a guy with a camera for a head staring back. it's kinda creepy. he's gone when you look away
4. obligatory "different languages are based on real languages" examples being that Draconic = German, Dwavish = Scottish Gaelic, Elvish = French
6:15 depending on the DM, this player is messing with fire. I can imagine a plot point where upon the death of said party member, BEFORE he retroactively goes back and makes all that tea, the laws of time and causality start falling apart as even through time magic, the assumption of one "doing it later" can no longer be assumed, as he has died, so before the universe unravels itself that party MUST either resurrect him and make him make all that damn tea he was always drinking or make all the tea to send back with the help of another time wizard..
Florida Man
You know all those news article about some "Florida man" who gets arrested for robbing a drive trough with an aligator or some other weird shenanigan like that?
Well in a past Mutants and Masterminds game I used to run, it's all the same guy. His superpower is just to somehow avoid consequenses from his weird and reckless behaviour, only to do it all over again
Every once in a while they would check in to see what Florida Man is up to
Ugh...USAians these days.
Steve. Steve is the animal companion of an un-named NPC simply known as "The Ranger". Steve is a mosquito who has malaria. and is also an eldritch horror. So during session when my players don't agree on something moral. "Like rescuing a village that asked for help only later to find out it was the village's own fault for said bad thing. One of them will just say. "Don't worry, Steve will handle them.."