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.
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?
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.
@@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?
@@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.
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.
In my campaign the goblins spoke French. This was because I had a goblin character and I wanted him to occasionally speak his native tongue but the only languages I know are English and French. So the goblins were French
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"
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.
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.
0:10 For me it's probably when the party paladin decided to pray at a random shrine we found. He prayed for a sandwich. The DM rolled percentile dice. 100. We have had a basket of infinite sandwiches ever since. It is a holy artifact.
@@izaakmurray4805 Each sandwich that pops out is a different kind of sandwich. It can't do open-face sandwiches, however, nor anything beyond those that the logic of Sandwich Absurdism might suggest is possible.
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.
that reminds me of a scene in a webcomic called "The Noob", where someone intentionally glitched through a floor, by bumping into something while going sideways. AND i've heard of a real game that had a glitch like that!
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
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.
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.
Ive heard of death is a revolving door but death is a salesman becomes more funny the more you think about how it connects the whole concept of multiple relms of gods and the dead in the planes of planescape. Making sense of why you can just walk from one section to the other if you know how.
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.
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.
“Throngler”, the image in my head is a soft fleshy ball covered in hard chitinous spike and blade tipped tentacles, it sits in shallow murky waters or mud like in swamps or bogs. It waits until some unsuspecting creature or ignorant adventurer get to close and begins to flail wildly, splashing water or mud everywhere while its blade tipped tentacles slice through the air threatening to cleave or slice anything within reach to pieces.
A friend made a homebrew race, and one player was playing said race was in a reasturant. A minion of the big bad broke in and held the place hostage and they started fighting. The homebrew race character says, "fuled by the ham sandwitch i just ate, i throw a mighty punch at the minion." he rolls, and the dm adds +1 damage to it for fun, i guess, and now it's canon that a protein found only in ham gives the race a slight boost of vitality and now whenever that race eats ham they get +1 to any action they take the next turn. It doesn't stack
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!"
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 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
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?
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
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.
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
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.
that part about "influencers" reminded me of a fan-story where someone in a fantasy universe tried to make a magical version of the Internet, using a bunch of networked crystal balls... BUT, the MINUTE she launched it, someone spammed EVERYONE, and everyone immediately threw their orbs out the nearest window!
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.
John French-English-Alaskan-Belgium, a legendary chef who invented many foods, including Belgian waffles, French fries, English muffins, and Alaskan salmon
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.
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.
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.
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." 😅
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
This is why I refuse to allow artificer in my game. Every time I have, they've just tried to destroy my campaign, or HAVE destroyed it, ruining my players fun and obliterating weeks upon weeks of planning and story development.
@@unclesam7368 You're not wrong. I have another artificer in the game I'm in right now, when the DM has put extra limits on them so they can't do exactly that.
@@TheEDFLegacy The difference between people playing for fun and people playing for maximum something something "winning". xD Just put in the house rule that the game is meant to be fun. If people wanna just do weird combos and high end derpy stuff. Go do some arena fights or tower climber like stuff. Just battles ever increasingly difficult. Sometimes that's fun too.
Oh I have one. Peter griffin from family guy is locked in one of the highest security prisons, similar to impel down in one piece, and desires living sacrifices
Kit-Kat bars and "Doll-Hair" beers. In the 1st game i played in I had this running gag where I would slip and use a modern term or phrase like "Dollar Beer night" or "broke it like a Kit-Kat Bar" and I am a master at "Yes, and..."ing and when the other players would ask in character what something was I would come up with an in universe explanation on the spot and they were often so good the DM made them cannon. The 2 best examples are the ones mentioned above: Kit-Kat bars were a unique candy treat that you could only get at the store on the corner of "Kit Row" and "Kat Ave." and Doll-Hair(Dollar) beer nights were when the poor area of the city my character grew up in and the campaign was set in would sell their bottom shelf beer for a copper each which was the exact value of the hairs used in fancy kids dolls.
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.
There was a point where one of the players in my campaign (PMDND by the way) tried to hitchhike, which nobody understood what she was doing. Not only did it work, but also ended up getting her a ride with people that happened to have drugs. Jump cut to a successful perception check, followed by the line “Ashley, why do you smell like weed?”, and now I have drawn an image of a buizel smoking weed based on the Ralsei sprite for the same bit in Deltatraveler.
We kept giving tieflings russian accents, so now hell is cold. This means 'when hell freezes over' is now 'when hell boils over'. DM even had the party's teifling swap out the fire resistance for cold resistance.
In a campaign I'm playing in right now, my character's backstory is that his family started a restauraunt chain called The Red Larster, that specializes in Cheddar Bay Crumble Cakes. The DM worked it in so that I have a way to make special Crumble Cakes that essentially work like health potions. I've also been working on franchising and trying to get the innkeeper in Phandelver to pay me for the rights to sell the authentic Cheddar Bay Crumble Cakes at the inn.
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.
I don't the widest range of voices, so I tend to reuse certain voices. During my 2nd campaign, the group were wondering around the country of Akous, which was a miture of anicent China and ancient Rome. Thanks to one of my players deciding to talk with a southern tang for his samurai, it became canon that the souther accent comes from this country. But that wasn't the only dumb thing to become canon. Because of my limitated voices at the time, the voices for my homless drunks kinds of stayed the same. Well, after they went to another city, I made the voice for a local drunk, and they cracked a joke of some homeless guy was following them. Well, we laughed, I made it so, and every so often, a drunk guy would wander by steal their unattended alcohol. IOt evolved from there though, as they later learn this was the former royal archmage of the royal family of Akous. He left because he wanted to enjoy his life. So now he just plan hops from bar to bar, useing his wealth and power to keep the party going till he dies. All born from me not haveing a wide selection of voices.
The burlymen, basically they were magical builders who would be summoned whenever you sang an 80's song, and in appearance they technically were the dnd equivalent to the village people(ymca, etc.) I also gotta say adding grogu/baby Yoda, he was added around the time that the mandelorian was released and gaining popularity. And consquentially; sir kelly became a thing, and yes; he is the dnd equivalent to r kelly
A company that exists between campaigns even if they are in separate universes and function as "managers" to speak with the characters and ensure the adventure is going well whilst subtly acknowledging the players
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.
In a couple games we had an NPC cleric named Brother Buckley. His healing potions tasted awful but worked.. We'd have to roll a con save to see if we kept Buckley's Mixture down. *In case this turns out to be a Canadian-centric thing.... Buckley's Mixture is a cough medicine that has the tagline "It tastes awful but it works!"*
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.
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.
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
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' character 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.
A party member saved our lives using skulls they collected over the course of the game. we had all been making fun of them for collecting said skulls, but they were useful
At our table, the sorcerer was having visions or something and they nat20'd on a check to decipher what they meant. One of us joked that he saw beyond the 4th wall. He saw giants sitting around a table with one of the giants (the DM) controlling the universe. Well our DM at the time looked like the caveman from the old Geico commercials. So when the sorcerer's visions ended, he founded a religion called Geicism centered on worship this universe manipulating, caveman-looking figure. Geicism has sice showed up in other campaigns that we have played in.
This is in the cyberpunk game I run I have 3. 1. Sam the corpo: Sam is an npc that works for militech, he is effectively a stock broker who is a quest giver for some corporate espionage. Every player has tried to murder Sam not because he backstabs them, but because he works for a corporation. Due to some bad rolls from players and players not confirming kills Sam has survived way more assassination attempts then anyone should. Some include a fixer accidentally shooting off both of his legs after Sam asked him "why are you guys in military combat armor?", a solo shooting him in the chest with a revolver and not believing bullet proof shirts exist, and the dumbest blowing up a cruise ship because Sam was listed as a VIP in the ships cabin log (the player thought that means someone wants him dead). 2. the scooby gang: I had a player who learned about the different types of gangs in cyberpunk and wanted a character who is apart of a gang. Originally he wanted to be apart of the bloodsport gang, but when I described poser gangs he came up with the idea of the scooby gang. Basically a bunch of people dress up like spooky monsters and terrorize a business then send gang members dressed like the cast of scooby doo to offer "to solve this case". They became a mildly infuriating, but overall non threatening gang. 3. The platypus: During one mission in biotechnia I stated that the company is doing some research in bringing back some extinct animals. The party saw the list and destroyed every type of animal genome on the list... except the platypus. One member of the party wanted to eventually have a platypus named Perry. Every time I run cyberpunk for some new players I always add the news article about how finally the platypus has been successfully cloned from scratch, or a mission about kidnapping a living platypus.
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)
One of our recent story arcs involved a town of rabbit people. The DM described the town as being a bit like The Shire from Lord of the Rings, so these rabbit people have been dubbed "Hoppits".
Two good ones: 1) There's a Pathfinder 1st ed druid spell called 'Primal Regression'. It neuters mental stats, adds some decent bonuses to strength, AC, and temp HP, and the target becomes 'a ravening monster-savage, bloodthirsty, and brutish'. The party (level 14 at the time) is raiding a secret bad guy base, lots of different types of enemies around including a few wizards. Our druid cast that spell on one of the wizards and actually got it to stick. It just so happened said wizard was up next in initiative and charged into melee. He attacked our blood rager bare handed... and actually hit! Didn't do any damage due to DR however. The blood rager had some feat or ability that allowed an attach of opportunity after that and managed to do a crit. Which triggered my (invisible) knife master's feat to be able get an attack of opportunity plus sneak attack and killing him. At this point, the spell was officially renamed 'Become Chad' as this skinny wizard charged bare-handed against one of the most physically imposing people in the party, successfully connected, only to be completely deleted by reactionary attacks as if the two characters barely paid him any attention. 2) Same players, different party. Playing Skulls and Shackles adventure path, about half way through the first book and we're at the point where we're starting to figure out how to take over the ship and get away from the pirates that had press ganged us onto their crew. Of course, even speaking the word 'mutiny' is considered bad luck, let alone what would happen to you if the wrong people overheard it! So we had started to jokingly referring to it as 'mayonnaise'. Lots of out of game jokes, some of which become in game jokes. Several sessions later we take over the ship, take to to the port where we're claiming it as ours and having it be 'refurbished' so that it doesn't look the same, and we level up. People are talking about spending points, some people pick up languages, someone comments that it's too bad there's no way to learn the drow 'silent tongue' sign language like we did in our previous party, as having a silent, tactical language has proven so very useful. DM says 'you can make up a language if you want' and we're like, awesome! Names are starting to be tossed around and someone jokingly suggests 'mayoneese'. We all laugh and I pipe up 'If we're going to call it that, it needs to be more like thieves can't where you slip your messages in as codes and meanings of other, normal conversations. Except you can only talk about sandwiches.' Everyone spends a skill point in languages and now it officially exists: Mayoneese is a secret, tactical language that works on a combination of hand signs and coded phrases that talk about sandwiches, condiments, and cold cuts. Honorable mention: different group, D&D 5e. The party rogue notoriously rolls so high on stealth rolls (often 35+), he is canonically able to hide from gods. He pulls off the 'disappear while you're distracted for a split second' so well, Batman would be taking notes.
Playing AD&D (2e), our DM told us some quick lore, including The Year of Woe. To which we all went, "Whoa..." in our best surfer accents. Then someone else said that was the year all the horses stopped. For the rest of the campaign, the DM referred to The Year of Very Bad Things.
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
Gwar Gura became a canon character in my last campaign. We had her "bardcore karaoke" stream as tavern background music, the interaction with the audience (her chat) was a nice touch. Though we never spoke to her, we had her as a traveling bard that just so happened to be performing at the few taverns we visited.
Jimmothy. Our campaign began with a refugee crisis after a volcano in the central territory erupted. The party was recruited to go on an expedition to help recover an artifact for the empire and our rogue decided to rob the refugee camp dry in the middle of the night. In the process, she stole the credentials of a refugee named Jimmothy who wasn't even planned to be a part of the story. I had to make him up on the spot. Well, our party lead caught wind of this and had such a bleeding heart for the father of four that she allowed him to tag along. She planned on having him become her companion and wanted a big adventure for him... Only for me to kill him off at the end of the session when their ships were attacked by a storm elemental. Every year she holds a service for Jimmothy and cries. That was 5 years ago. It's sad and hilarious at the same time.
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.
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.
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.
We started our Pathfinder game in Pathfinder 1e back when it used OGL. As a result it included Owlbears. Well, we changed over to Pathfinder Core later which runs off ORC meaning no more owlbears. This paired with a few in-game gags and events (my character not believing Owlbears existed before fighting one, the party leader rescuing an orphaned cub, the Barbarian getting into a fist fight with another) has led to Owlbears basically being a cryptid akin to Bigfoot in the setting. We couldn't just retcon it, nor could we ignore it, so now there are exactly five owlbears in existence.
In our Pathfinder campaign, the ancient alien mechs that crashed onto the continent long ago used the Windows startup sound. Also one of them bribed our Magus to shut up. Same campaign - there’s a kind of cheese made from demon milk that someone lost on the roof. My character found it and it was _delicious._
A spectral entity started appearing to my party to deliver cryptic warnings. Our warlock's response was "Oh, that's just Gary. He does that." It was supposed to be a one-off in the first dungeon before they found out its true nature, but I had to keep the bit going. Many sessions later, Gary now has an entire backstory created by the players. He's just a chill ghost who shows up to party sometimes.
Funny you bring up Colonel Sanders. In my universe, a chicken headed aaracokra was recently promoted in the Air Force, (Based loosely off of the USAF) And told the players, "No, no. It's not Colonel anymore. It's been a while. I'm Admiral Sanders now." He later died sacrificing his flagship by crashing it into another enemy ship, just before the undead tarasque showed up. Wild ending to the campaign.
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?
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.
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!
All i will say is, to this day the forests of our campaign world are not watched by elves, but by clans of squirrel knights and nobles.
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.
In my campaign the goblins spoke French. This was because I had a goblin character and I wanted him to occasionally speak his native tongue but the only languages I know are English and French. So the goblins were French
Actually did this exact thing too, just instead of a goblin, it's whenever my kobold speaks draconic
@@iron54eagle that's not a bad idea. Could have them speak some German or Russian too since it sounds "angry"
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.
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 probably the best I've read in the comments so far
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.
Regarding Lugia: I needed to think about Justin RPG😂
He needs to become Canon.
A terrible Bard who's too interested into Monsters in the wrong Way 🙃
0:10 For me it's probably when the party paladin decided to pray at a random shrine we found. He prayed for a sandwich. The DM rolled percentile dice. 100. We have had a basket of infinite sandwiches ever since. It is a holy artifact.
this is genuinely amazing
Shrine of Heavy Weapons Guy
@@mm3shadowman982 It was actually a shrine to some goddess of rainbows, I believe.
Ham or Turkey?
@@izaakmurray4805 Each sandwich that pops out is a different kind of sandwich. It can't do open-face sandwiches, however, nor anything beyond those that the logic of Sandwich Absurdism might suggest is possible.
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
that reminds me of a scene in a webcomic called "The Noob", where someone intentionally glitched through a floor, by bumping into something while going sideways.
AND i've heard of a real game that had a glitch like that!
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
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.
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".
TFS fan per chance? 😂
@SurrealNights Absolutely! Lol
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
Ive heard of death is a revolving door but death is a salesman becomes more funny the more you think about how it connects the whole concept of multiple relms of gods and the dead in the planes of planescape. Making sense of why you can just walk from one section to the other if you know how.
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.
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.
That's brilliant
My player was once cursed in such a way where if he were to say “throngler,” he would cease to exist.
Need to introduce a Creature named the Throngler and he'll always need to call it ,,that Thing"
It scares me.
“Throngler”, the image in my head is a soft fleshy ball covered in hard chitinous spike and blade tipped tentacles, it sits in shallow murky waters or mud like in swamps or bogs. It waits until some unsuspecting creature or ignorant adventurer get to close and begins to flail wildly, splashing water or mud everywhere while its blade tipped tentacles slice through the air threatening to cleave or slice anything within reach to pieces.
A friend made a homebrew race, and one player was playing said race was in a reasturant. A minion of the big bad broke in and held the place hostage and they started fighting. The homebrew race character says, "fuled by the ham sandwitch i just ate, i throw a mighty punch at the minion." he rolls, and the dm adds +1 damage to it for fun, i guess, and now it's canon that a protein found only in ham gives the race a slight boost of vitality and now whenever that race eats ham they get +1 to any action they take the next turn. It doesn't stack
that's so silly, I love it
The god of gambling has an obsession with potatoes.
You learn to love potatoes when you're broke. Gambler checks out.
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!"
Oh I'm in Huckleberry territory too Though I'm a hour away from Milwaukee. A huge gang of them pass me house nearly every Saturday in the summer
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.*
That's amazing
**Gasp**
Its *Moptimus!*
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
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?
*Be me, an elf
*Attend clown college
*pass with flying colors.
*I am now a Harlequin, in service of Cegorach.
@@giladmachluf3663 You gain pain and suffering. The depression makes you funny.
@@thefez1208…So, Chuckles, from that Legends of Avantris campaign here on UA-cam, and a podcast.
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
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.
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.
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
A franchise of coffee shops/baked goods sellers run by giant sentient bees. It was called "Jim Hornets"
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.
that part about "influencers" reminded me of a fan-story where someone in a fantasy universe tried to make a magical version of the Internet, using a bunch of networked crystal balls...
BUT, the MINUTE she launched it, someone spammed EVERYONE, and everyone immediately threw their orbs out the nearest window!
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.
John French-English-Alaskan-Belgium, a legendary chef who invented many foods, including Belgian waffles, French fries, English muffins, and Alaskan salmon
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.
'The will of the people'
great song, got introduced to it by a yt ad of all things
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.
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.
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." 😅
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Italian existing as a language but no Italians. Also Beatbox is a thing as a music trend.
Miku story reminds me of a joke campaign I was in where I played a rogue possessed by a hat “HATsune sneaku”
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.
This is why I refuse to allow artificer in my game. Every time I have, they've just tried to destroy my campaign, or HAVE destroyed it, ruining my players fun and obliterating weeks upon weeks of planning and story development.
@@unclesam7368 You're not wrong. I have another artificer in the game I'm in right now, when the DM has put extra limits on them so they can't do exactly that.
@@TheEDFLegacy The difference between people playing for fun and people playing for maximum something something "winning".
xD
Just put in the house rule that the game is meant to be fun.
If people wanna just do weird combos and high end derpy stuff.
Go do some arena fights or tower climber like stuff.
Just battles ever increasingly difficult.
Sometimes that's fun too.
@@greenfoxgrasstail2534 Thankfully, that's how we run it. :)
Oh I have one. Peter griffin from family guy is locked in one of the highest security prisons, similar to impel down in one piece, and desires living sacrifices
Kit-Kat bars and "Doll-Hair" beers. In the 1st game i played in I had this running gag where I would slip and use a modern term or phrase like "Dollar Beer night" or "broke it like a Kit-Kat Bar" and I am a master at "Yes, and..."ing and when the other players would ask in character what something was I would come up with an in universe explanation on the spot and they were often so good the DM made them cannon. The 2 best examples are the ones mentioned above: Kit-Kat bars were a unique candy treat that you could only get at the store on the corner of "Kit Row" and "Kat Ave." and Doll-Hair(Dollar) beer nights were when the poor area of the city my character grew up in and the campaign was set in would sell their bottom shelf beer for a copper each which was the exact value of the hairs used in fancy kids dolls.
One of our guys misses almost half the fucking sessions so our dm decided that goblins now hibernate
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.
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.
There was a point where one of the players in my campaign (PMDND by the way) tried to hitchhike, which nobody understood what she was doing. Not only did it work, but also ended up getting her a ride with people that happened to have drugs. Jump cut to a successful perception check, followed by the line “Ashley, why do you smell like weed?”, and now I have drawn an image of a buizel smoking weed based on the Ralsei sprite for the same bit in Deltatraveler.
My entire dnd group decided my left hand is called “anatomy destroyer” and my right hand is “beauty taker”
"Billy Bassilisk," the mechanical singing novelty monster sculpture.
We kept giving tieflings russian accents, so now hell is cold. This means 'when hell freezes over' is now 'when hell boils over'. DM even had the party's teifling swap out the fire resistance for cold resistance.
0:28 anyone that watches Smg4 and was around for the waluigi arc knows the pain of the t-pose virus
In a campaign I'm playing in right now, my character's backstory is that his family started a restauraunt chain called The Red Larster, that specializes in Cheddar Bay Crumble Cakes. The DM worked it in so that I have a way to make special Crumble Cakes that essentially work like health potions. I've also been working on franchising and trying to get the innkeeper in Phandelver to pay me for the rights to sell the authentic Cheddar Bay Crumble Cakes at the inn.
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.
I don't the widest range of voices, so I tend to reuse certain voices. During my 2nd campaign, the group were wondering around the country of Akous, which was a miture of anicent China and ancient Rome. Thanks to one of my players deciding to talk with a southern tang for his samurai, it became canon that the souther accent comes from this country. But that wasn't the only dumb thing to become canon. Because of my limitated voices at the time, the voices for my homless drunks kinds of stayed the same. Well, after they went to another city, I made the voice for a local drunk, and they cracked a joke of some homeless guy was following them. Well, we laughed, I made it so, and every so often, a drunk guy would wander by steal their unattended alcohol. IOt evolved from there though, as they later learn this was the former royal archmage of the royal family of Akous. He left because he wanted to enjoy his life. So now he just plan hops from bar to bar, useing his wealth and power to keep the party going till he dies. All born from me not haveing a wide selection of voices.
The burlymen, basically they were magical builders who would be summoned whenever you sang an 80's song, and in appearance they technically were the dnd equivalent to the village people(ymca, etc.) I also gotta say adding grogu/baby Yoda, he was added around the time that the mandelorian was released and gaining popularity.
And consquentially; sir kelly became a thing, and yes; he is the dnd equivalent to r kelly
A company that exists between campaigns even if they are in separate universes and function as "managers" to speak with the characters and ensure the adventure is going well whilst subtly acknowledging the players
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...
In a couple games we had an NPC cleric named Brother Buckley. His healing potions tasted awful but worked.. We'd have to roll a con save to see if we kept Buckley's Mixture down.
*In case this turns out to be a Canadian-centric thing.... Buckley's Mixture is a cough medicine that has the tagline "It tastes awful but it works!"*
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.
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.
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
This sounds like a monster prom character
@@spotlightanimation6719 She’s very quirky, name’s Calibri
@@LisaVGG YOOOO I HAD A SKELETON OC NAMED CALIBRI
The entirety of Gnomeo and Juliet was cannon in a campaign I was in
10:39 so a false hydra eats the member?
Was gonna say that.
Controlled by the Gods to try and stop a threat, which turns out to be the False Hydra...
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' character 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.
A party member saved our lives using skulls they collected over the course of the game. we had all been making fun of them for collecting said skulls, but they were useful
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
At our table, the sorcerer was having visions or something and they nat20'd on a check to decipher what they meant. One of us joked that he saw beyond the 4th wall. He saw giants sitting around a table with one of the giants (the DM) controlling the universe. Well our DM at the time looked like the caveman from the old Geico commercials. So when the sorcerer's visions ended, he founded a religion called Geicism centered on worship this universe manipulating, caveman-looking figure. Geicism has sice showed up in other campaigns that we have played in.
My party are all dragon eggs for the next 100 years after someone used wish to try and turn us all into dragons.
This is in the cyberpunk game I run I have 3.
1. Sam the corpo: Sam is an npc that works for militech, he is effectively a stock broker who is a quest giver for some corporate espionage. Every player has tried to murder Sam not because he backstabs them, but because he works for a corporation. Due to some bad rolls from players and players not confirming kills Sam has survived way more assassination attempts then anyone should. Some include a fixer accidentally shooting off both of his legs after Sam asked him "why are you guys in military combat armor?", a solo shooting him in the chest with a revolver and not believing bullet proof shirts exist, and the dumbest blowing up a cruise ship because Sam was listed as a VIP in the ships cabin log (the player thought that means someone wants him dead).
2. the scooby gang: I had a player who learned about the different types of gangs in cyberpunk and wanted a character who is apart of a gang. Originally he wanted to be apart of the bloodsport gang, but when I described poser gangs he came up with the idea of the scooby gang. Basically a bunch of people dress up like spooky monsters and terrorize a business then send gang members dressed like the cast of scooby doo to offer "to solve this case". They became a mildly infuriating, but overall non threatening gang.
3. The platypus: During one mission in biotechnia I stated that the company is doing some research in bringing back some extinct animals. The party saw the list and destroyed every type of animal genome on the list... except the platypus. One member of the party wanted to eventually have a platypus named Perry. Every time I run cyberpunk for some new players I always add the news article about how finally the platypus has been successfully cloned from scratch, or a mission about kidnapping a living platypus.
My cowardly barbarian invented both seatbelts and parachutes over the course of the adventure.
6:58 The D&D equivalent of the Cucco Death Squad.
That first one is such a smart way to handle someone not being able to join a game :3
There is one living person in that entire world who knows what a velociraptor is
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)
Sir Jordan of Air, was a NPC name that became the running joke/cannon.
One of our recent story arcs involved a town of rabbit people. The DM described the town as being a bit like The Shire from Lord of the Rings, so these rabbit people have been dubbed "Hoppits".
Two good ones:
1) There's a Pathfinder 1st ed druid spell called 'Primal Regression'. It neuters mental stats, adds some decent bonuses to strength, AC, and temp HP, and the target becomes 'a ravening monster-savage, bloodthirsty, and brutish'. The party (level 14 at the time) is raiding a secret bad guy base, lots of different types of enemies around including a few wizards. Our druid cast that spell on one of the wizards and actually got it to stick. It just so happened said wizard was up next in initiative and charged into melee. He attacked our blood rager bare handed... and actually hit! Didn't do any damage due to DR however. The blood rager had some feat or ability that allowed an attach of opportunity after that and managed to do a crit. Which triggered my (invisible) knife master's feat to be able get an attack of opportunity plus sneak attack and killing him. At this point, the spell was officially renamed 'Become Chad' as this skinny wizard charged bare-handed against one of the most physically imposing people in the party, successfully connected, only to be completely deleted by reactionary attacks as if the two characters barely paid him any attention.
2) Same players, different party. Playing Skulls and Shackles adventure path, about half way through the first book and we're at the point where we're starting to figure out how to take over the ship and get away from the pirates that had press ganged us onto their crew. Of course, even speaking the word 'mutiny' is considered bad luck, let alone what would happen to you if the wrong people overheard it! So we had started to jokingly referring to it as 'mayonnaise'. Lots of out of game jokes, some of which become in game jokes. Several sessions later we take over the ship, take to to the port where we're claiming it as ours and having it be 'refurbished' so that it doesn't look the same, and we level up. People are talking about spending points, some people pick up languages, someone comments that it's too bad there's no way to learn the drow 'silent tongue' sign language like we did in our previous party, as having a silent, tactical language has proven so very useful. DM says 'you can make up a language if you want' and we're like, awesome! Names are starting to be tossed around and someone jokingly suggests 'mayoneese'. We all laugh and I pipe up 'If we're going to call it that, it needs to be more like thieves can't where you slip your messages in as codes and meanings of other, normal conversations. Except you can only talk about sandwiches.' Everyone spends a skill point in languages and now it officially exists: Mayoneese is a secret, tactical language that works on a combination of hand signs and coded phrases that talk about sandwiches, condiments, and cold cuts.
Honorable mention: different group, D&D 5e. The party rogue notoriously rolls so high on stealth rolls (often 35+), he is canonically able to hide from gods. He pulls off the 'disappear while you're distracted for a split second' so well, Batman would be taking notes.
Playing AD&D (2e), our DM told us some quick lore, including The Year of Woe. To which we all went, "Whoa..." in our best surfer accents. Then someone else said that was the year all the horses stopped. For the rest of the campaign, the DM referred to The Year of Very Bad Things.
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
My current game of anthropomorphic animal people, my kids voted that the Pig People, and one of my daughters is one, speak Pig Latinized Italian
Gwar Gura became a canon character in my last campaign. We had her "bardcore karaoke" stream as tavern background music, the interaction with the audience (her chat) was a nice touch. Though we never spoke to her, we had her as a traveling bard that just so happened to be performing at the few taverns we visited.
Jimmothy. Our campaign began with a refugee crisis after a volcano in the central territory erupted. The party was recruited to go on an expedition to help recover an artifact for the empire and our rogue decided to rob the refugee camp dry in the middle of the night. In the process, she stole the credentials of a refugee named Jimmothy who wasn't even planned to be a part of the story. I had to make him up on the spot. Well, our party lead caught wind of this and had such a bleeding heart for the father of four that she allowed him to tag along. She planned on having him become her companion and wanted a big adventure for him... Only for me to kill him off at the end of the session when their ships were attacked by a storm elemental.
Every year she holds a service for Jimmothy and cries. That was 5 years ago. It's sad and hilarious at the same time.
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.
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.
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.
The fact that our Monk literally sold his leg for his weapons
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.
We started our Pathfinder game in Pathfinder 1e back when it used OGL. As a result it included Owlbears. Well, we changed over to Pathfinder Core later which runs off ORC meaning no more owlbears. This paired with a few in-game gags and events (my character not believing Owlbears existed before fighting one, the party leader rescuing an orphaned cub, the Barbarian getting into a fist fight with another) has led to Owlbears basically being a cryptid akin to Bigfoot in the setting. We couldn't just retcon it, nor could we ignore it, so now there are exactly five owlbears in existence.
In our Pathfinder campaign, the ancient alien mechs that crashed onto the continent long ago used the Windows startup sound. Also one of them bribed our Magus to shut up.
Same campaign - there’s a kind of cheese made from demon milk that someone lost on the roof. My character found it and it was _delicious._
I, as the DM, retconned an evil army so that every soldier were giant sour patch kids. They were originally zombies
A spectral entity started appearing to my party to deliver cryptic warnings. Our warlock's response was "Oh, that's just Gary. He does that." It was supposed to be a one-off in the first dungeon before they found out its true nature, but I had to keep the bit going. Many sessions later, Gary now has an entire backstory created by the players. He's just a chill ghost who shows up to party sometimes.
Funny you bring up Colonel Sanders. In my universe, a chicken headed aaracokra was recently promoted in the Air Force, (Based loosely off of the USAF) And told the players, "No, no. It's not Colonel anymore. It's been a while. I'm Admiral Sanders now." He later died sacrificing his flagship by crashing it into another enemy ship, just before the undead tarasque showed up. Wild ending to the campaign.
The "Jesus" bit would be even more hilarious if his descendant was named Charles.