In my first game, I inherited a spider the size of a dinner plate from a party member that died session 1. My character named the spider Parker. Over the next year IRL, my character got more and more attached to her until he started calling her his daughter. At one point, he made a baby Bjorn for her, but she could only look up because spiders don't have necks. When my character died, his last words were, "send Parker to college, she wants to study web design!" That was the first time I saw people burst out laughing and groaning at the same time.
I think there is more to that... There was stories some years back about an extra planar hobo who would appear in random games (and systems) and would disappear in strange ways. He never had a visible death, and when he appears, it's always by random rolls.
Ooh I have one for this: While the party is watching an arena fight in a mountainside shantytown, the Leonin barbarian had a bit too much to drink... In his drunken stupor he wanders off and I made him roll to see where he ends up. He rolls a 100 on percentile dice... I tell him he found an ancient massive stone door to a lost dwarven hold that was hidden behind an illusion. Now the next morning he goes to tell the party what he found, they don't believe him. "Follow me, I'll show you" I made him roll an investigation check to see if he can retrace his drunken steps... Nat.fuckin.20... I told the party I'll have to end the session right there, as this had now become their main focus and I needed some time to rewrite like half of the planned campaign due to this duo of rolls
George the pig. But not just any ordinary pig: an ordinary pig that was spontaneously summoned into existence via the blowing of a magic whistle. George was surprisingly useful, given his effective immortality. He helped kill a boss, and they covered him in oil and used him to blow up a cave full of goblins. Thank you rogue, for demanding that item.
In a game where I was part of a group of highschoolers traveling through dimensions. The second place we visit was an old west style area where we ended up in a train. That whole session was comedy gold including one part where a party member accidentally destroyed an entire train car that the entire party was in by using wall of fire on some bouncers. But the part important for the story is what happened to my Druid. We had met an NPC on the train who was incecently talking about the economy. My character which kinda had a short temper admittedly got fed up with all this and told him to shut up. The NPCs response? To curse me. He then continued on his rant about the economy, but when he said the word 'economy' I instantly fell to the floor in wirthing pain. What the dm said next sealed my fate... "Roll 1 d4 economy damage." Instantly the whole table erupts as we all slowly realize what happened. I had been cursed so every time anyone even remotely close to me mentions the economy, I take economy damage. This was pretty amusing, but shit really hit the fan when the next dimesion we traveled to turned out to be New York City.. During the Great Depression... It provided some fun times all around and even ended up being useful went I ended up stranded in an abandoned hospital away from my allies. My party just began yelling about the economy and following my screams of agony to track me down.
In the first campaign I played in we had a bandit fight, my character was just a normal guy who had never killed another human in his life so he took out a couple bandits non lethally. Long story short our DM tried to give us a talking magpie as a party mascot after I accidentally awakened the whole forest, I instead gravitated towards the bandit. DM panicked when we asked for his name and from that point Darius became a helpful, if unwillingly member of the group. He started working with us more once he was locked in the dungeon with us and figured we were his only hope of escape. He landed the final blow on a small boss monster and saved a downed party member by stablizing them and dragging them out of combat. Accidental attachment was formed. Later I ran a one short and the prior DM played Darius as a fighter.
"The Jar of Gross!" I was a player in a Curse of Strahd campaign and we were checking the death house for clues. One of the players looks through an empty closet and asks if he finds anything inside. Rolls a nat 20, so the DM tells him he finds a dead rat. The player decides to keep it with him. Later we encounter the infamous three hags and the same player steals a frog in a jar as a pet. He promptly forgets to ever feed said frog and it dies. He then decides to keep the dead rat in the jar as well. We all kept adding anything gross we found to the jar and by the end we had about a half dozen things rotting in the affectionately named "Jar of Gross", including the eye of the paladin's Find Steed horse.
During a Radiant Citadel Campaign I'm DMing, the Barbarian stole the hat of the leader of the local demonic cult (the cult being the main antagonist of the story arc). The party would then rob multiple robber barons throughout that realm...and the Barbarian made it a point to steal every single hat they came across. He continued to ask if villains had hats, so I began making it a point of giving villains hats, whether they had them according to the book or not, even in other campaigns the player is in, specifically so he can continue his hunt for hats.
Was playing savage worlds (space opera) and I was playing as a conspiratorial lunatic who is afraid of doctors and his own shadow. I actually managed to hack into a security robot and got it to be our robot which he discovered to have a karaoke mode in it. My character decided to keep it. (The entire campaign is ludicrous so if you want to hear the full story definitely let me know)
Sly reminds me of kind of the inverse of Kotta my Kobold artificer from an Eberron campaign that recently ended. She was designed for support instead of combat, and despite gaining weapon proficiencies and base attack bonus as she leveled, I always kind of pictured her as having no real idea how to fight. And the dice supported that idea. I can count the number of times she rolled above an 8 while attacking in combat on two hands, but any time she was rolling skill and crafting checks I think she rolled less than 15 twice in the entire campaign.
So, I’m the lunatic who collected artifacts (thanks btw). That was the shorter version of the story and while you don’t miss anything it does miss my favorite joke. See when I got the crystals I had to find a way to carry evil blood soaked crystals. I mean, I’m not using my backpack, that’s unsafe. So I grabbed the blood soaked robes of the wizard who created them and wrapped em up. I then tied this to the end of the magic staff (later turned out to be a Staff of the Master Necromancer) and created the world’s most deadly hobo sack. Throughout the campaign the fighter repeatedly urged me to either leave artifacts alone or to destroy the ones I had. I wasn’t a wizard so I didn’t really know how to safely destroy these since I couldn’t attune to them. I managed to get a few of them purified by high level clerics and a talking dog though so I ended up with a staff of power for myself and the necromancers staff for my actual wizard from another campaign. When my main character died killing the final boss the Necromancers staff was used to resurrect him with True Resurrection and a witty remark that “I knew these would come in handy” as one last burn to the fighter.
I'm the DM for my friends in the Transformers TTRPG. My players ran into The Dweller in the Depths, from the episode of the 80s cartoon titled... "The Dweller in the Depths". It's a cyborg worm with tentacles that sucks Energon from the Transformers. They beat it easily and one of my players is now obsessed with the thing's corpses. He thinks it can be reverse-engineered into a way to help with the fuel crisis. The thing that no one knows yet (because they haven't seen the show) is that it's actually a bioweapon created by the Quintessons, a race of aliens who think they're entitled to Cybertron and its people. The Dweller was supposed to be a one off side quest that later on would be referenced and that was it. Now I have to make it something more substantial.
We are playing a post-apocalyptic Pokemon DnD 5e campaign, and my character (a Machop) found an old fridge in a long abandoned home, and took it as a makeshift barbell for weight training. It very soon also became my signature weapon, allowing me to get neutral damage against opponents I normal have disadvantage against. The fridge was eventually destroyed but now my Machop’s signature is using environmental weapons during battles
In a one-shot (in one not much-known system developed in my country), we had to buy a wig with a stuffed mouse to start a conversation (we could choose between a few trinkets, but chose a wig for reasons I don't remember). We carried it around for the whole game; in the epilogue, the PC who took a wig (he was a priest) mentioned, that he used it in preaches from then on, to make them more interesting for parishioners.
I’d like the picture the DM just scrambling to throw together a mini character sheet for Nort after hearing the party decide to basically adopt the goblin along their journey
DM here, the Tiefling in my party has turned out to have a fixation with tea. We're a number of sessions in but due to only getting to play about an hour at a time, not too far into the plot. Despite this, he has not only taken to asking the wizard the party saved for dried tea leaves, he is crafting leather armor for his pet badger thah will have a slot for a tea spoon and other tea accoutrements along it and has firmly stated that the next time we go east over the mountains into elven territory, his first goal is to ask them if they have any tea.
In what was supposed to be a 1 shot in this League of Legends Bilgewater thing, 3 out of the 4 of us failed a perception check leading to our DM saying "you notice the dust on the [insert object]". The rest of the night was basically the Ranger & DM pulling the main story forward while the rest of us either complained to random NPCs, enemies, shopkeeps, etc about the amount of dust in the town. In the end, the ranger died while facing an encounter meant for 4 people while the rest of us highjacked a ship with a bunch of npc and the descendant of the bbeg of our previous campaign to launch a crusade against all who have fallen into the clutches of the Bust "The dusty demon" Dunny (everyone important in the world had an epithet and that's the one we gave the random character we made up).
Doorknobs, and the direction the knobs were turned to open the door. I was the forever DM, the party was always light on rogues. And I may have had one dungeon with a trap on every door that could be bypassed if you knew which direction to turn the knobs. When they were between rogues. I did warn them, I had another adventure planned, but they went in anyway. Yeah they were absolutely focused on doorknobs after that. If a trap at a door went off, they would flip and start the its not my fault moments. I mean they were obsessed. Once they calmed down, they'd ask me what acme trap gag I was going to hit them with. I liked dropping anvils on them then, and giant hammers. Which may have fueled that a few times. But at the end of the day we all had fun and we were all still friends. That's what we all latched onto.
My tiefling artificer, Glim, created a flying coffee percolator homonculus, and my DM allows me to have him distribute potions of healing to the party members during battles if necessary. The party loves the little guy and he has quickly become a focal point of the party. His name is Mr. Potts, and his happy steam whistle toots have become one of the parties calling cards.
My party latched onto the idea that the spymaster in our kingdom (another player) has not just a regular spy ring, but also a gang of nameless goons in the vein of the Beagle Boys or really any other generic bad guy faction from a 1980s kid's cartoon. Led to some goofy escapades and one particularly memorable scene where he was chasing two kobolds through a market, called on some backup from his guys expecting maybe 2 or 3 NPCs to join the chase, wound up with like 30 goons streaming out of the alleys chasing these two lizards.
Hoodoo boy! In my dnd campaign, during session 1, I gave my party an orb with little designs that nobody could recognize inlaid into the surface. Turns out, it could detect elements! Whenever it touched something, it might glow with the color of the corresponding element. What did my party do? They proceeded to touch EVERY. SINGLE. THING. with that cube Current BBEG shoot an arrow at them? Let's stop and check the elements. Automoton walk by? I wonder what kind of element it is? Biggest mistake of my dming career . . .
I'm running a play-by-post campaign, and my players, 1 in particular, have latched on to the fact that using the word "attempt" means making a skill check. Now, the 1 has figured it is hilarious to "attempt" shaking hands when meeting people
Weird comment at 7:00 without even knowing if the table is ok or not with this behavior. I would be 100% with you about banning him if this was a problem, but maybe everyone is fine with the swashbuckler being a Don Juan? Loved the vid, but that was so random.
A security guard with a broken leg after he saved some cities. I didn't have a name for him, but my players latched onto him and were all ready to die for him.
In one campaign I ran for 5e I had the opposite happen. One player latches on to an NPC "Cappy" a tiny mushroom man that was actually an ungodly powerful wizard. But his attachment was to hate him with all of his being because he was tiny and more powerful than the PC, who tried to kill Cappy at every opportunity even though he did nothing but help the party
My players were planning to reopen a haunted tavern that had been closed for years, one of the players joked about wanting to see another PC in a maid dress, ever since then it was decided the tavern would be Waterdeep's first maid cafe. Also in the same campaign the party were searching an abandoned warehouse for a missing person and in an office saw a bell attached to a wire, the party were fascinated and terrified in equal measure by this bell, asking for so many checks and failing all of them. Too scared to try ringing the bell they eventually gave up, then found a secret door on the floor below "roll perception" "you hear the faint sound of a bell ringing upstairs"
I'm my curse of strah campaign, i had my players start off in waterdeep as deputized guards. Two of them ended up chasing a lead for the stone of galorr, which is part of one of the characters backstory, which was hidden in a house of mimics by a thief called the black viper. one of the mimics was a keyfob that like to steal keys, ( yes, it's just a klefki(, and it had three glass keys, a homebrew item, which is a glass key that can open any lock you use it on, but shatters on use and renders the lock unusable. Upon realizing that in the book, juvenile mimics have telepathy, so it's able to talk to the players, but is only interested in keys. one of the players showed it his house keys, to which the mimic gladly took, so they decided to keep it, and named him Keypa.
After a series of very high rolls with an improvised weapon, our party Barbarian adopted... Lucky the Pet Rock. Any time he'd fail to hit with his normal weapon, the Barbarian would shout "Sic 'em!" And yeet Lucky into whatever he was fighting. That stupid rock never rolled below a 16.
Once, all my players wanted to get mounts to reduce the travel time between their home base, and the capital city. They asked me (as the DM) if they could see any mounts other than horses, and rolled really well. "Behind the horse stables, you see a man in a straw hat, sitting on a fence in front of some of the largest cows you have ever seen" That is how Cletus came to be. He was a cow salesman in town who I voiced as the most redneck hillbilly I could. Long story short, they bought the cows, and rode them till the end of the campaign.
For me from my first campaign, it's a bag of rubb ducks from my zombie island campaign when he rolled 1 one looking for weapons. He was happy when he found it and had an idea to use Glyph of Warding store with a fireball in it so when enemies go near the rubber duck, it will go QUACK QUACK BOOM! and unleash a powerful fire ball. Sadly he never use that idea.
Glen is literally Boxcar Joe or at least related to him. For those who don't know, Boxcar Joe is a homeless man that has appeared in countless DnD, Warhammer, Pathfinder, and other TTRPG games. He's basically an SCP that appears everywhere once you hear of him. I included him back when I was still DMing as a joke and now my old players have spread his infection elsewhere. Tldr: Boxcar Joe is an Eldritch god that appears everywhere once you hear of him (not sorry)
A 'Succubus' that came out of an Iron Flask and was still under their control. Bard told the succubus that they were forever to follow their orders. Thinking thats how the magic worked. Told her to hide, but didnt tell her how to so that was up to me. I had them shapeshift into a child and hide on the Dwarf's back. Who failed countless perception checks for roughly 10 sessions. The fiend was just chilling there the entire time because i found it funny and it made everyone smile too. They helped in combat occasionally whenever the dwarf was surrounded but main goal was to remain hidden. Eventually the dwarf finally noticed and was confused and got little answers. They gave up and just put them back on his back. Eventually i killed the succubus. And the dwarf said 'No' using a Wish he got from the Deck of many things to revive them. So i brought them back as an actual Baby Dwarf. Eventually i handed out a powerful weapon that no one could use because i was a new dm taking homebrew things i found online. They gave the magical gauntlets to the baby who at one point stood up to take their first steps. To use it to punch a Giant in their blind eye.
0:50 this sounds remisicnet of Punishing Bird from Lobotomy Corp: this cute harmless little thing (or things in this feline case) that won't do you any harm... unless you attack it first. *Then it just fucking EVISCERATES you from existence almost instantly.*
The thing with Nort and his "Crossbow that weighed almost as much as he did" had me looking into something... I had a Kobold Rogue/Monk with a custom magic item that allowed him to ignore the Heavy property on weapons. He trained the use of a Heavy Crossbow so he could use the "Arcane Arbalest" (literally what it was called. Magical Heavy Crossbow) properly. Being a Kobold, he weighed ~25lbs. After checking, a Heavy Crossbow weighs 18lbs. So yes, my tiny Rogue used a weapon as big as himself, and weighed almost as much as himself... With **TERRIFYING** accuracy and skill.
I was playing as a Bard , we spent several nights at a um brothel . That turned out to be run by succubi. I spent in game days exploring. Long story short. We killed the succubi and that charecter owns the now Inn as our base of operations.
The Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight. It was a reference to the tick and was supposed to be a one off. But the party liked him so much he is now in every campaign I do as a background character or shopkeeper
A pile of rocks. I hade to stall for time and they ended up feeding it gold pieces for several sessions. I made it a galeb dhur and had it save them from a tpk.
TLDR: the Waterdeep: Dragon Heist party got attached to a random bandit who was just supposed to be a one-off clue trail after scaring the shit out of him. Alfredo Mace, a young rogue who used to be a part of the Xanathar Guild in Waterdeep: Dragon Heist. I was planning on him just being a plain bandit to give the party a lead after their skill checks lead them up empty. He didn't even have a name. The Vampire Death Knight (I talked abt him before in some other Mr Ripper video), scared the SHIT out of the guy, demanding answers. He got them, and TRIED running, but Vampy wouldn't allow it and forced him to lead on. He did, and when the Xanathar Guild was cleared out, the party let him run off to try for a better path since he was so young. He returns a few sessions later to check in on the party after a half-orc assassin breaks into the manor to steal a contract Vampy made with a Zhentarim agent (I think), mostly because he liked the Halfling Cleric and the Aasimar Bard. Vampy assured him everything was fine, and when Mace went to leave, he was invited in for a late night dinner with the party. He accepted, albeit afraid to what would happen if he said no. He and Vampy talk about what Mace was trying to do to change his life, with his dad not caring about him, but trying hard to find an apprenticeship. Mace liked cooking and carpentry. Vampy 100% genuinely offered to set him up with an apprenticeship and offered he stay the rest of the night. He did. He never went home, because the party adopted him. The party personally hunted down Mace's "boss" who bullied and tormented him to no end, and made the guy BLEED.
Had a player who rolled a nat one on a perception check. So I told him he spotted a unusually oval shaped rock. He kept it until the end of the campaign. The thing was, I had decided it was slightly magical as the river it was on the banks of was magical. It didn't have a specific enchantment but if he ever tried to use it in a dramatic and interesting way I was going to have it do something cool depending on the situation.
Somewhat related to the topic, a game I was in, one of my fellow players latched onto an older female asian alchemist..... who was like the town "Mom" of the place we were in... (or the closest thing to it in a fantasy world) worked latched onto her real hard to up his approval rating with her.... not in a "I'm trying to seduce you" kind of way but more of a.... and he said this in a joking sarcastic way in charachter "I can't help it. As the child of a fantasy world asian family, I feel compulsed to win her approval of an asian motherly figure no matter what I actually think"
Not me but the Dragon Friends podcast. During some time travel shenanigans that had them looping through Karsus' final plan in Netheril, they randomly fixated on the grated floor they were described to be walking on. This led to, over multiple loops, the discovery of a sad sop sitting below the grate, the guy really liking the view from down there, it being a foot fetish, public masturbation, and then him being killed by multiple party members for various reasons; mostly for becoming vocal about how much he likes them to look at him in disgust, and to give Warlock Freezo some temporary hitpoints.
One monk has a pet rock that became a monk weapon and there is a doctor who is beloved for having no sense of personal space and is obsessed with his arts of medicine. We also have a DMPC who has been christened Wooden Clogs because he is a failed cobbler who is great at wood working. About Glen..... I'm petty sure he's an extraplanar magical hobo. Some years back I heard about a hobo who somehow appeared in multiple campaigns in multiple settings, and while he wasn't magical, with the things he did, he may as well have been. He even rolled up more or less the same stats each time (he was always rolled) and instead of dying, would always have an offscreen "death" usually by being sucked into other dimensions, wormholes, hell, or phasing thru reality. And I think
We had 2 NPCs in the party during our call of Cthulhu spin off campaign, One of which died in the first session, the other was called 'Betty'. Now Betty was generally a very likeable NPC. She also rolled 20s like it was going out of style. To the point where we gave her a gun and just called her "Jill " (Jill Valentine) Instead, because she fucking single-handedly, unintentionally carried the party throughout the ENTIRE CAMPAIGN. (which was aboooout 7 sessions or something?) First PnP DnD session and I was carried by an NPC. It became such a meme that, whenever the DM had to roll for Betty/Jill, he would sigh good naturedly and say something like; "Aaaaaaand of course she rolls a fucking 20, why not?" Betty/Jill is a meme between me and my friend, the DM, till this day.
Our party found a skeleton in a dungeon who didnt die after being broken into bones, so my monk took his head. He is a broken record player for Skeletor quotes, believes himself to BE Skeletor, plans to destroy castle grymskull, and somehow has no tangible animating force on him (We asked a friendly death knight, He could sense none). Skeletor is never leaving
A public toilet...they were exploring some lost dwarven law courts and found the remains of the public toilets and just ran with how this must be some shrine to a long lost deity, ended up creating the god/ess pishwar, deity of law, justice and good plumbing whose symbol is lady justice but holding a toilet brush instead of a sword and weighing toilet rolls on its scales. They now cause toilet based miracles wherever the party goes.
In our dnd game, we have a Dragonborn bard. One time, we were invited into a highly exalted and gilded party, there was a kobold waiter who, the bard, fell in love with. Mostly it was the bard being dumb and horny. Later on, the kobold died and the player just *begs* our DM to bring him back. It’s so funny.
PIE. Came about as a joke after two of the party where put in the temporary thrall of a Night Hag disguised as an old woman. Just proceeded to do farm work in exchange for pastries. The Dwarf snapped out of it. My Teifling Bard on the other hand... that has embedded itself into her charracter. She will lute for pie.
So in my only fully completed campaign all the way at the start and first session of story the PCs were in a dungeon with zombies and skeletons (D&D 3.5 and only Player's Handbook for options) and I had told them they would need varies weapons and gave them enough starting gold to allow for that within reason (like pretty average weapons like longsword, battle axe, daggers, basic bows, etc, nothing too crazy) and they didn't really do that one. So, I added in a random magical merchant so they could buy more weapons. A demand of a race for the character was made, I rolled on a table and got Orc. So Magical Orc Merchant. Then they wanted the merchant to have a name. And so I rolled to see if male or female, got male, and then had to spin off a name from my own brain. Ended up with Ung-Pago. Now it took me far too long to realize I had made a merchant character who's name was almost un pago which was a sort of way to say "a payment" That character was so beloved he appeared in every city, on the side of the road at times, and has lived on in memory for years since. All of this occurred before the year 2010. Since then I've made Ung-Pago, Jr.(Pathfinder Society Bard), Ung-Paga(Mother of Ung-Pago and in Morrowind), Ung-Pugo(cousin of Ung-Pago in Skyrim), and have a planned other son of Ung-Pago for an upcoming campaign because why not?
"Gee Glen what are we gonna do this session?" "The same thing we do every session Nort, try to dip Chicken Nugget in sweet N sour sauce!" The Norty, the Norty and the Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn NORT!
So in my friends campaign we had an NPC who was the saddest wettest pathetic man of a professor NPC ever and he was like mind controlled by the head of the school to be basically a sacrifice of some kind (it’s been a hot minute since this happened I don’t remember all the details). We latched onto that man who spent most of his lines saying in a low and sad voice “yeah this is my fate” and all the PCs (a bunch of teenage girls) going “no!!!! Stop that!!! Your life is important!!!” and then the party had to fight a hydra and the hydra killed this poor man and we all collectively decided to try and revive him once we got back to town. Last we left off our DM was laughing (albeit in a confused way) at how attached we got and how four teenage girls would drag the body back to town.
I'll be first to admit that my first campaign wasn't the best but in a spider Dungeon colosseum ran by a Gibbering Mouther the party adopted a baby Hippogryph they were meant to fight and kill in combat. The bard named his adopted son Kiryu Kazuma and he remained the whole campaign
Player but anyways, my first campaign was with my friends, and it was drackenhime, we tamed a giant crab and used it to pull our battle wagon, the next session we die to mantacors, now my dad is recently DMing another drackenhime game with his DnD friends, as you can probably tell, craby is a good friend of that party now, and he’s wearing the old wagon as his shell, me and my friends are also doing a drackenhime campaign, one of my friends is a crab person, and a ranger, oh and did I mention that my ongoing campaign has guns and cannons, safe to say out ranger has a pet crab, and I can say that we will construct the cranon!
Glen is forever! 🫡 The funniest thing my players latched onto was Gummy the Ogre. He was a baby ogre that they rescued from some bandits who were planning to sell him off. They agreed to take care of him until they found his people and could return him, and one of the players in particular took a real shine to him. They cared for Gummy like their own child (naming him that because he didn't have any teeth yet), digging a shelter for him while they went off on adventures, trying to teach him to walk and talk, and generally just being the best dad a three-foot rabbit monk could be. I decided it was time to retire Gummy from service and had the party encounter a search party of ogres. They were looking for Gummy, and the party returned willingly. The rabbit was devastated, so as a Farewell, I gave him the best reward he could ask for: Gummy's first word was "Bunny!"
haha the guy who collected evil items. maybe his pc and my warrior pc are kindred souls. for thats what my warrior subclass monk did. at the end of the campaign, he was retired and became an evil vault guardian. he became a recuring npc. his job was to guard a vault he created to house evil artifacts. think Ed and Lorrain occult museum. if you were deemed evil you would be smited to less then ash but if you were good and just needed to dispose of evil artifacts you would be in but he would be behind you chanting protection spells as you drop off the evil item. and so help you if your a thief for you will never find your way out the vault
One of the reoccurring jokes in my current campaign. 90% of it is Homebrew and improvisation and things going on. We have a lizardfolk barbarian who keeps Rollin low on his Insight in regards to characters having the hots for him. It started with a Kobold barmaid who expressed interest in him, however he rolled low for his insight and did not get the fact that she wanted the bone him. And ever since then he was just livid that he felt the insight and there was another instance where there was a sexual related thing and he rolled yet again low on his insight to detect the sexual innuendo with the human blacksmith and his Kobold artillerist artificier wife. Ever since then it's been a joke in our campaign that anytime there is a sexual innuendo the Barbarian has to roll for insight and a lot of times he did not roll well and other times he actually got the point. He rolled a natural 20 when the pc player elf bladesinger talked about a past interaction when he had to battle against some big booty Bandits, the world in our group female kobold was asking more details about the big booty b***** and asked about using the paddles. The one time he rode the not 20 and he was able to use his two brain cells to understand that they were wanting to use the paddles for other things. Of course the lizard man don't want any of that, only monsters never anything else LOL.
So instead of one of my players latching onto something, our Goliath Barbarian actually has an aversion to picking up loot because player (IRL) and PC both think the loot is cursed; by the way reason he thinks this is I made a joke because his AC is 19 without armor at 4th level (it was 18 at 1st level) and I would only give him a cursed shield even though I wasn't planning on it
In my first game, I inherited a spider the size of a dinner plate from a party member that died session 1. My character named the spider Parker. Over the next year IRL, my character got more and more attached to her until he started calling her his daughter. At one point, he made a baby Bjorn for her, but she could only look up because spiders don't have necks.
When my character died, his last words were, "send Parker to college, she wants to study web design!"
That was the first time I saw people burst out laughing and groaning at the same time.
spider friend
Glen is forever.
"I shall fetch a rug"
I think there is more to that... There was stories some years back about an extra planar hobo who would appear in random games (and systems) and would disappear in strange ways. He never had a visible death, and when he appears, it's always by random rolls.
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Ooh I have one for this:
While the party is watching an arena fight in a mountainside shantytown, the Leonin barbarian had a bit too much to drink... In his drunken stupor he wanders off and I made him roll to see where he ends up. He rolls a 100 on percentile dice... I tell him he found an ancient massive stone door to a lost dwarven hold that was hidden behind an illusion.
Now the next morning he goes to tell the party what he found, they don't believe him. "Follow me, I'll show you" I made him roll an investigation check to see if he can retrace his drunken steps... Nat.fuckin.20...
I told the party I'll have to end the session right there, as this had now become their main focus and I needed some time to rewrite like half of the planned campaign due to this duo of rolls
George the pig. But not just any ordinary pig: an ordinary pig that was spontaneously summoned into existence via the blowing of a magic whistle. George was surprisingly useful, given his effective immortality. He helped kill a boss, and they covered him in oil and used him to blow up a cave full of goblins. Thank you rogue, for demanding that item.
In a game where I was part of a group of highschoolers traveling through dimensions. The second place we visit was an old west style area where we ended up in a train. That whole session was comedy gold including one part where a party member accidentally destroyed an entire train car that the entire party was in by using wall of fire on some bouncers.
But the part important for the story is what happened to my Druid. We had met an NPC on the train who was incecently talking about the economy. My character which kinda had a short temper admittedly got fed up with all this and told him to shut up. The NPCs response? To curse me. He then continued on his rant about the economy, but when he said the word 'economy' I instantly fell to the floor in wirthing pain. What the dm said next sealed my fate... "Roll 1 d4 economy damage." Instantly the whole table erupts as we all slowly realize what happened. I had been cursed so every time anyone even remotely close to me mentions the economy, I take economy damage. This was pretty amusing, but shit really hit the fan when the next dimesion we traveled to turned out to be New York City.. During the Great Depression...
It provided some fun times all around and even ended up being useful went I ended up stranded in an abandoned hospital away from my allies. My party just began yelling about the economy and following my screams of agony to track me down.
In the first campaign I played in we had a bandit fight, my character was just a normal guy who had never killed another human in his life so he took out a couple bandits non lethally. Long story short our DM tried to give us a talking magpie as a party mascot after I accidentally awakened the whole forest, I instead gravitated towards the bandit. DM panicked when we asked for his name and from that point Darius became a helpful, if unwillingly member of the group. He started working with us more once he was locked in the dungeon with us and figured we were his only hope of escape. He landed the final blow on a small boss monster and saved a downed party member by stablizing them and dragging them out of combat.
Accidental attachment was formed. Later I ran a one short and the prior DM played Darius as a fighter.
"The Jar of Gross!" I was a player in a Curse of Strahd campaign and we were checking the death house for clues. One of the players looks through an empty closet and asks if he finds anything inside. Rolls a nat 20, so the DM tells him he finds a dead rat. The player decides to keep it with him. Later we encounter the infamous three hags and the same player steals a frog in a jar as a pet. He promptly forgets to ever feed said frog and it dies. He then decides to keep the dead rat in the jar as well. We all kept adding anything gross we found to the jar and by the end we had about a half dozen things rotting in the affectionately named "Jar of Gross", including the eye of the paladin's Find Steed horse.
Think of it this way: If Nort was addicted to water, at least you know he doesn't have rabies. XD
9:46 Okay, the constantly drinking water and screaming DODGE seems like a TFS reference.
Thank you. Was looking for someone else that noticed this.
During a Radiant Citadel Campaign I'm DMing, the Barbarian stole the hat of the leader of the local demonic cult (the cult being the main antagonist of the story arc). The party would then rob multiple robber barons throughout that realm...and the Barbarian made it a point to steal every single hat they came across.
He continued to ask if villains had hats, so I began making it a point of giving villains hats, whether they had them according to the book or not, even in other campaigns the player is in, specifically so he can continue his hunt for hats.
As a team fortress two player, sometimes it isn’t about the fighting. Sometimes it’s putting on some fancy clothes and going out to fight in them.
Was playing savage worlds (space opera) and I was playing as a conspiratorial lunatic who is afraid of doctors and his own shadow.
I actually managed to hack into a security robot and got it to be our robot which he discovered to have a karaoke mode in it.
My character decided to keep it.
(The entire campaign is ludicrous so if you want to hear the full story definitely let me know)
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Glen is forever. The rug is eternal.
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Sly reminds me of kind of the inverse of Kotta my Kobold artificer from an Eberron campaign that recently ended. She was designed for support instead of combat, and despite gaining weapon proficiencies and base attack bonus as she leveled, I always kind of pictured her as having no real idea how to fight. And the dice supported that idea. I can count the number of times she rolled above an 8 while attacking in combat on two hands, but any time she was rolling skill and crafting checks I think she rolled less than 15 twice in the entire campaign.
So, I’m the lunatic who collected artifacts (thanks btw). That was the shorter version of the story and while you don’t miss anything it does miss my favorite joke. See when I got the crystals I had to find a way to carry evil blood soaked crystals. I mean, I’m not using my backpack, that’s unsafe. So I grabbed the blood soaked robes of the wizard who created them and wrapped em up. I then tied this to the end of the magic staff (later turned out to be a Staff of the Master Necromancer) and created the world’s most deadly hobo sack.
Throughout the campaign the fighter repeatedly urged me to either leave artifacts alone or to destroy the ones I had. I wasn’t a wizard so I didn’t really know how to safely destroy these since I couldn’t attune to them. I managed to get a few of them purified by high level clerics and a talking dog though so I ended up with a staff of power for myself and the necromancers staff for my actual wizard from another campaign. When my main character died killing the final boss the Necromancers staff was used to resurrect him with True Resurrection and a witty remark that “I knew these would come in handy” as one last burn to the fighter.
I'm the DM for my friends in the Transformers TTRPG. My players ran into The Dweller in the Depths, from the episode of the 80s cartoon titled... "The Dweller in the Depths". It's a cyborg worm with tentacles that sucks Energon from the Transformers. They beat it easily and one of my players is now obsessed with the thing's corpses. He thinks it can be reverse-engineered into a way to help with the fuel crisis. The thing that no one knows yet (because they haven't seen the show) is that it's actually a bioweapon created by the Quintessons, a race of aliens who think they're entitled to Cybertron and its people. The Dweller was supposed to be a one off side quest that later on would be referenced and that was it. Now I have to make it something more substantial.
Very much appreciate the shield hero reference on squirrel girl xD
We are playing a post-apocalyptic Pokemon DnD 5e campaign, and my character (a Machop) found an old fridge in a long abandoned home, and took it as a makeshift barbell for weight training. It very soon also became my signature weapon, allowing me to get neutral damage against opponents I normal have disadvantage against. The fridge was eventually destroyed but now my Machop’s signature is using environmental weapons during battles
In a one-shot (in one not much-known system developed in my country), we had to buy a wig with a stuffed mouse to start a conversation (we could choose between a few trinkets, but chose a wig for reasons I don't remember). We carried it around for the whole game; in the epilogue, the PC who took a wig (he was a priest) mentioned, that he used it in preaches from then on, to make them more interesting for parishioners.
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I’d like the picture the DM just scrambling to throw together a mini character sheet for Nort after hearing the party decide to basically adopt the goblin along their journey
DM here, the Tiefling in my party has turned out to have a fixation with tea. We're a number of sessions in but due to only getting to play about an hour at a time, not too far into the plot. Despite this, he has not only taken to asking the wizard the party saved for dried tea leaves, he is crafting leather armor for his pet badger thah will have a slot for a tea spoon and other tea accoutrements along it and has firmly stated that the next time we go east over the mountains into elven territory, his first goal is to ask them if they have any tea.
In what was supposed to be a 1 shot in this League of Legends Bilgewater thing, 3 out of the 4 of us failed a perception check leading to our DM saying "you notice the dust on the [insert object]". The rest of the night was basically the Ranger & DM pulling the main story forward while the rest of us either complained to random NPCs, enemies, shopkeeps, etc about the amount of dust in the town.
In the end, the ranger died while facing an encounter meant for 4 people while the rest of us highjacked a ship with a bunch of npc and the descendant of the bbeg of our previous campaign to launch a crusade against all who have fallen into the clutches of the Bust "The dusty demon" Dunny (everyone important in the world had an epithet and that's the one we gave the random character we made up).
7:39 So if anyone hurts their squirrel girl, he would take their nuts?
Doorknobs, and the direction the knobs were turned to open the door. I was the forever DM, the party was always light on rogues. And I may have had one dungeon with a trap on every door that could be bypassed if you knew which direction to turn the knobs. When they were between rogues. I did warn them, I had another adventure planned, but they went in anyway.
Yeah they were absolutely focused on doorknobs after that. If a trap at a door went off, they would flip and start the its not my fault moments. I mean they were obsessed. Once they calmed down, they'd ask me what acme trap gag I was going to hit them with. I liked dropping anvils on them then, and giant hammers. Which may have fueled that a few times.
But at the end of the day we all had fun and we were all still friends. That's what we all latched onto.
My tiefling artificer, Glim, created a flying coffee percolator homonculus, and my DM allows me to have him distribute potions of healing to the party members during battles if necessary. The party loves the little guy and he has quickly become a focal point of the party. His name is Mr. Potts, and his happy steam whistle toots have become one of the parties calling cards.
My party latched onto the idea that the spymaster in our kingdom (another player) has not just a regular spy ring, but also a gang of nameless goons in the vein of the Beagle Boys or really any other generic bad guy faction from a 1980s kid's cartoon.
Led to some goofy escapades and one particularly memorable scene where he was chasing two kobolds through a market, called on some backup from his guys expecting maybe 2 or 3 NPCs to join the chase, wound up with like 30 goons streaming out of the alleys chasing these two lizards.
Hoodoo boy!
In my dnd campaign, during session 1, I gave my party an orb with little designs that nobody could recognize inlaid into the surface.
Turns out, it could detect elements! Whenever it touched something, it might glow with the color of the corresponding element.
What did my party do?
They proceeded to touch EVERY. SINGLE. THING. with that cube
Current BBEG shoot an arrow at them? Let's stop and check the elements. Automoton walk by? I wonder what kind of element it is?
Biggest mistake of my dming career . . .
😂 items that are useless and this lached onto are my favorite videos of mr ripper!
I was running a Samurai campaign in 3.5. The players adopted "Unagi" as their battle cry for the entire campaign.
Love the guy who ripped off shield hero in the best way.
Glen is forever
I'm running a play-by-post campaign, and my players, 1 in particular, have latched on to the fact that using the word "attempt" means making a skill check. Now, the 1 has figured it is hilarious to "attempt" shaking hands when meeting people
Weird comment at 7:00 without even knowing if the table is ok or not with this behavior. I would be 100% with you about banning him if this was a problem, but maybe everyone is fine with the swashbuckler being a Don Juan? Loved the vid, but that was so random.
A security guard with a broken leg after he saved some cities. I didn't have a name for him, but my players latched onto him and were all ready to die for him.
In one campaign I ran for 5e I had the opposite happen. One player latches on to an NPC "Cappy" a tiny mushroom man that was actually an ungodly powerful wizard. But his attachment was to hate him with all of his being because he was tiny and more powerful than the PC, who tried to kill Cappy at every opportunity even though he did nothing but help the party
My players were planning to reopen a haunted tavern that had been closed for years, one of the players joked about wanting to see another PC in a maid dress, ever since then it was decided the tavern would be Waterdeep's first maid cafe. Also in the same campaign the party were searching an abandoned warehouse for a missing person and in an office saw a bell attached to a wire, the party were fascinated and terrified in equal measure by this bell, asking for so many checks and failing all of them. Too scared to try ringing the bell they eventually gave up, then found a secret door on the floor below "roll perception" "you hear the faint sound of a bell ringing upstairs"
I'm my curse of strah campaign, i had my players start off in waterdeep as deputized guards. Two of them ended up chasing a lead for the stone of galorr, which is part of one of the characters backstory, which was hidden in a house of mimics by a thief called the black viper. one of the mimics was a keyfob that like to steal keys, ( yes, it's just a klefki(, and it had three glass keys, a homebrew item, which is a glass key that can open any lock you use it on, but shatters on use and renders the lock unusable. Upon realizing that in the book, juvenile mimics have telepathy, so it's able to talk to the players, but is only interested in keys. one of the players showed it his house keys, to which the mimic gladly took, so they decided to keep it, and named him Keypa.
A police officer they stole and forcefed soup. Then they latched onto the soup itself. Now we have a list of every dnd damage type as soup
After a series of very high rolls with an improvised weapon, our party Barbarian adopted... Lucky the Pet Rock.
Any time he'd fail to hit with his normal weapon, the Barbarian would shout "Sic 'em!" And yeet Lucky into whatever he was fighting. That stupid rock never rolled below a 16.
Once, all my players wanted to get mounts to reduce the travel time between their home base, and the capital city.
They asked me (as the DM) if they could see any mounts other than horses, and rolled really well.
"Behind the horse stables, you see a man in a straw hat, sitting on a fence in front of some of the largest cows you have ever seen"
That is how Cletus came to be. He was a cow salesman in town who I voiced as the most redneck hillbilly I could.
Long story short, they bought the cows, and rode them till the end of the campaign.
For me from my first campaign, it's a bag of rubb ducks from my zombie island campaign when he rolled 1 one looking for weapons.
He was happy when he found it and had an idea to use Glyph of Warding store with a fireball in it so when enemies go near the rubber duck, it will go QUACK QUACK BOOM! and unleash a powerful fire ball. Sadly he never use that idea.
Glen is literally Boxcar Joe or at least related to him.
For those who don't know, Boxcar Joe is a homeless man that has appeared in countless DnD, Warhammer, Pathfinder, and other TTRPG games. He's basically an SCP that appears everywhere once you hear of him. I included him back when I was still DMing as a joke and now my old players have spread his infection elsewhere.
Tldr: Boxcar Joe is an Eldritch god that appears everywhere once you hear of him (not sorry)
The squirrel girl is basically the racoon girl from rising of the shield hero
Was gonna comment the same thing
Isn’t that literally where she got her name from?
Wait...
So Nort the goblin killed what sounded a little like a false hydra.
A 'Succubus' that came out of an Iron Flask and was still under their control.
Bard told the succubus that they were forever to follow their orders. Thinking thats how the magic worked. Told her to hide, but didnt tell her how to so that was up to me.
I had them shapeshift into a child and hide on the Dwarf's back. Who failed countless perception checks for roughly 10 sessions.
The fiend was just chilling there the entire time because i found it funny and it made everyone smile too.
They helped in combat occasionally whenever the dwarf was surrounded but main goal was to remain hidden.
Eventually the dwarf finally noticed and was confused and got little answers. They gave up and just put them back on his back.
Eventually i killed the succubus.
And the dwarf said 'No' using a Wish he got from the Deck of many things to revive them. So i brought them back as an actual Baby Dwarf.
Eventually i handed out a powerful weapon that no one could use because i was a new dm taking homebrew things i found online.
They gave the magical gauntlets to the baby who at one point stood up to take their first steps. To use it to punch a Giant in their blind eye.
PANR has tuned in.
0:50 this sounds remisicnet of Punishing Bird from Lobotomy Corp: this cute harmless little thing (or things in this feline case) that won't do you any harm... unless you attack it first. *Then it just fucking EVISCERATES you from existence almost instantly.*
I was playing a pokemon version, and i was sidetracked, skipping my geodude on a lake using a scyther as a launcher.
7:33 Thats the name of the sword of the shield hero in Rising of the shield hero :D
The thing with Nort and his "Crossbow that weighed almost as much as he did" had me looking into something...
I had a Kobold Rogue/Monk with a custom magic item that allowed him to ignore the Heavy property on weapons.
He trained the use of a Heavy Crossbow so he could use the "Arcane Arbalest" (literally what it was called. Magical Heavy Crossbow) properly.
Being a Kobold, he weighed ~25lbs. After checking, a Heavy Crossbow weighs 18lbs. So yes, my tiny Rogue used a weapon as big as himself, and weighed almost as much as himself... With **TERRIFYING** accuracy and skill.
I was playing as a Bard , we spent several nights at a um brothel . That turned out to be run by succubi. I spent in game days exploring. Long story short. We killed the succubi and that charecter owns the now Inn as our base of operations.
The Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight. It was a reference to the tick and was supposed to be a one off. But the party liked him so much he is now in every campaign I do as a background character or shopkeeper
Love the videoas, please keep it up:)
A pile of rocks. I hade to stall for time and they ended up feeding it gold pieces for several sessions. I made it a galeb dhur and had it save them from a tpk.
TLDR: the Waterdeep: Dragon Heist party got attached to a random bandit who was just supposed to be a one-off clue trail after scaring the shit out of him.
Alfredo Mace, a young rogue who used to be a part of the Xanathar Guild in Waterdeep: Dragon Heist. I was planning on him just being a plain bandit to give the party a lead after their skill checks lead them up empty. He didn't even have a name. The Vampire Death Knight (I talked abt him before in some other Mr Ripper video), scared the SHIT out of the guy, demanding answers. He got them, and TRIED running, but Vampy wouldn't allow it and forced him to lead on. He did, and when the Xanathar Guild was cleared out, the party let him run off to try for a better path since he was so young. He returns a few sessions later to check in on the party after a half-orc assassin breaks into the manor to steal a contract Vampy made with a Zhentarim agent (I think), mostly because he liked the Halfling Cleric and the Aasimar Bard. Vampy assured him everything was fine, and when Mace went to leave, he was invited in for a late night dinner with the party. He accepted, albeit afraid to what would happen if he said no. He and Vampy talk about what Mace was trying to do to change his life, with his dad not caring about him, but trying hard to find an apprenticeship. Mace liked cooking and carpentry. Vampy 100% genuinely offered to set him up with an apprenticeship and offered he stay the rest of the night. He did. He never went home, because the party adopted him. The party personally hunted down Mace's "boss" who bullied and tormented him to no end, and made the guy BLEED.
Had a player who rolled a nat one on a perception check. So I told him he spotted a unusually oval shaped rock. He kept it until the end of the campaign. The thing was, I had decided it was slightly magical as the river it was on the banks of was magical. It didn't have a specific enchantment but if he ever tried to use it in a dramatic and interesting way I was going to have it do something cool depending on the situation.
Sounds like the people in the squirrel girl story read "Rising of the shield Hero" so they knew what to name her
Somewhat related to the topic, a game I was in, one of my fellow players latched onto an older female asian alchemist..... who was like the town "Mom" of the place we were in... (or the closest thing to it in a fantasy world) worked latched onto her real hard to up his approval rating with her.... not in a "I'm trying to seduce you" kind of way but more of a.... and he said this in a joking sarcastic way in charachter "I can't help it. As the child of a fantasy world asian family, I feel compulsed to win her approval of an asian motherly figure no matter what I actually think"
Not me but the Dragon Friends podcast. During some time travel shenanigans that had them looping through Karsus' final plan in Netheril, they randomly fixated on the grated floor they were described to be walking on. This led to, over multiple loops, the discovery of a sad sop sitting below the grate, the guy really liking the view from down there, it being a foot fetish, public masturbation, and then him being killed by multiple party members for various reasons; mostly for becoming vocal about how much he likes them to look at him in disgust, and to give Warlock Freezo some temporary hitpoints.
One monk has a pet rock that became a monk weapon and there is a doctor who is beloved for having no sense of personal space and is obsessed with his arts of medicine.
We also have a DMPC who has been christened Wooden Clogs because he is a failed cobbler who is great at wood working.
About Glen..... I'm petty sure he's an extraplanar magical hobo. Some years back I heard about a hobo who somehow appeared in multiple campaigns in multiple settings, and while he wasn't magical, with the things he did, he may as well have been. He even rolled up more or less the same stats each time (he was always rolled) and instead of dying, would always have an offscreen "death" usually by being sucked into other dimensions, wormholes, hell, or phasing thru reality. And I think
We had 2 NPCs in the party during our call of Cthulhu spin off campaign, One of which died in the first session, the other was called 'Betty'. Now Betty was generally a very likeable NPC. She also rolled 20s like it was going out of style. To the point where we gave her a gun and just called her "Jill " (Jill Valentine) Instead, because she fucking single-handedly, unintentionally carried the party throughout the ENTIRE CAMPAIGN. (which was aboooout 7 sessions or something?)
First PnP DnD session and I was carried by an NPC. It became such a meme that, whenever the DM had to roll for Betty/Jill, he would sigh good naturedly and say something like; "Aaaaaaand of course she rolls a fucking 20, why not?"
Betty/Jill is a meme between me and my friend, the DM, till this day.
Our party found a skeleton in a dungeon who didnt die after being broken into bones, so my monk took his head.
He is a broken record player for Skeletor quotes, believes himself to BE Skeletor, plans to destroy castle grymskull, and somehow has no tangible animating force on him (We asked a friendly death knight, He could sense none).
Skeletor is never leaving
A public toilet...they were exploring some lost dwarven law courts and found the remains of the public toilets and just ran with how this must be some shrine to a long lost deity, ended up creating the god/ess pishwar, deity of law, justice and good plumbing whose symbol is lady justice but holding a toilet brush instead of a sword and weighing toilet rolls on its scales. They now cause toilet based miracles wherever the party goes.
We stole a child's pet puppy (the child was a little prick). We've renamed it Dave and it put it in a small doggy pocket dimension when there's danger
In our dnd game, we have a Dragonborn bard. One time, we were invited into a highly exalted and gilded party, there was a kobold waiter who, the bard, fell in love with. Mostly it was the bard being dumb and horny. Later on, the kobold died and the player just *begs* our DM to bring him back. It’s so funny.
We're going off the rails on a crazy train!😂😂😂
PIE. Came about as a joke after two of the party where put in the temporary thrall of a Night Hag disguised as an old woman. Just proceeded to do farm work in exchange for pastries. The Dwarf snapped out of it. My Teifling Bard on the other hand... that has embedded itself into her charracter. She will lute for pie.
Glen, the dude who was too stupid to die
So in my only fully completed campaign all the way at the start and first session of story the PCs were in a dungeon with zombies and skeletons (D&D 3.5 and only Player's Handbook for options) and I had told them they would need varies weapons and gave them enough starting gold to allow for that within reason (like pretty average weapons like longsword, battle axe, daggers, basic bows, etc, nothing too crazy) and they didn't really do that one.
So, I added in a random magical merchant so they could buy more weapons. A demand of a race for the character was made, I rolled on a table and got Orc. So Magical Orc Merchant. Then they wanted the merchant to have a name. And so I rolled to see if male or female, got male, and then had to spin off a name from my own brain. Ended up with Ung-Pago.
Now it took me far too long to realize I had made a merchant character who's name was almost un pago which was a sort of way to say "a payment"
That character was so beloved he appeared in every city, on the side of the road at times, and has lived on in memory for years since.
All of this occurred before the year 2010. Since then I've made Ung-Pago, Jr.(Pathfinder Society Bard), Ung-Paga(Mother of Ung-Pago and in Morrowind), Ung-Pugo(cousin of Ung-Pago in Skyrim), and have a planned other son of Ung-Pago for an upcoming campaign because why not?
Somehow all of my games end up having at least one fecal attack.
reminds me of Steve our kobold buddy who became a dual flail wielding paladin of Palor Steve was so cool lol.
I have a wierd habit to always roll exactly 16 on nature checks...
Glen is forever o7
"Gee Glen what are we gonna do this session?" "The same thing we do every session Nort, try to dip Chicken Nugget in sweet N sour sauce!" The Norty, the Norty and the Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn Glenn NORT!
So in my friends campaign we had an NPC who was the saddest wettest pathetic man of a professor NPC ever and he was like mind controlled by the head of the school to be basically a sacrifice of some kind (it’s been a hot minute since this happened I don’t remember all the details). We latched onto that man who spent most of his lines saying in a low and sad voice “yeah this is my fate” and all the PCs (a bunch of teenage girls) going “no!!!! Stop that!!! Your life is important!!!” and then the party had to fight a hydra and the hydra killed this poor man and we all collectively decided to try and revive him once we got back to town. Last we left off our DM was laughing (albeit in a confused way) at how attached we got and how four teenage girls would drag the body back to town.
I'll be first to admit that my first campaign wasn't the best but in a spider Dungeon colosseum ran by a Gibbering Mouther the party adopted a baby Hippogryph they were meant to fight and kill in combat. The bard named his adopted son Kiryu Kazuma and he remained the whole campaign
Player but anyways, my first campaign was with my friends, and it was drackenhime, we tamed a giant crab and used it to pull our battle wagon, the next session we die to mantacors, now my dad is recently DMing another drackenhime game with his DnD friends, as you can probably tell, craby is a good friend of that party now, and he’s wearing the old wagon as his shell, me and my friends are also doing a drackenhime campaign, one of my friends is a crab person, and a ranger, oh and did I mention that my ongoing campaign has guns and cannons, safe to say out ranger has a pet crab, and I can say that we will construct the cranon!
Glen is forever! 🫡
The funniest thing my players latched onto was Gummy the Ogre. He was a baby ogre that they rescued from some bandits who were planning to sell him off. They agreed to take care of him until they found his people and could return him, and one of the players in particular took a real shine to him. They cared for Gummy like their own child (naming him that because he didn't have any teeth yet), digging a shelter for him while they went off on adventures, trying to teach him to walk and talk, and generally just being the best dad a three-foot rabbit monk could be.
I decided it was time to retire Gummy from service and had the party encounter a search party of ogres. They were looking for Gummy, and the party returned willingly. The rabbit was devastated, so as a Farewell, I gave him the best reward he could ask for: Gummy's first word was "Bunny!"
haha the guy who collected evil items. maybe his pc and my warrior pc are kindred souls. for thats what my warrior subclass monk did. at the end of the campaign, he was retired and became an evil vault guardian. he became a recuring npc. his job was to guard a vault he created to house evil artifacts. think Ed and Lorrain occult museum. if you were deemed evil you would be smited to less then ash but if you were good and just needed to dispose of evil artifacts you would be in but he would be behind you chanting protection spells as you drop off the evil item. and so help you if your a thief for you will never find your way out the vault
One of the reoccurring jokes in my current campaign. 90% of it is Homebrew and improvisation and things going on. We have a lizardfolk barbarian who keeps Rollin low on his Insight in regards to characters having the hots for him. It started with a Kobold barmaid who expressed interest in him, however he rolled low for his insight and did not get the fact that she wanted the bone him. And ever since then he was just livid that he felt the insight and there was another instance where there was a sexual related thing and he rolled yet again low on his insight to detect the sexual innuendo with the human blacksmith and his Kobold artillerist artificier wife. Ever since then it's been a joke in our campaign that anytime there is a sexual innuendo the Barbarian has to roll for insight and a lot of times he did not roll well and other times he actually got the point. He rolled a natural 20 when the pc player elf bladesinger talked about a past interaction when he had to battle against some big booty Bandits, the world in our group female kobold was asking more details about the big booty b***** and asked about using the paddles. The one time he rode the not 20 and he was able to use his two brain cells to understand that they were wanting to use the paddles for other things. Of course the lizard man don't want any of that, only monsters never anything else LOL.
Adopts a cute squirrel girl: Awww.
Find out shes HoloLive's Ayunda Risu: 😟
ROCK AND STONE GLEN!
Glen is forever!
glen is forever
Glen is forever
Glen is forever. o7
GLEN IS FOREVER!
Nort is forever.
Glen is forever! ✋
So instead of one of my players latching onto something, our Goliath Barbarian actually has an aversion to picking up loot because player (IRL) and PC both think the loot is cursed; by the way reason he thinks this is I made a joke because his AC is 19 without armor at 4th level (it was 18 at 1st level) and I would only give him a cursed shield even though I wasn't planning on it
Glen is FOREVER!!! o7
Glenn is forever 🫡
Glen is forever 🙋♀
Glen is forever! O7
Glen is forever.
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How is one half mynock… how
glen is forever o7
Nugget.
GLEN IS FOREVER
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What's a Mynlock?