D.m. Are you sure? Player Hell yeah no guts no glory... D.m. the door explodes ripping your right arm off.... Player- damn should have knocked with my left hand.
Or you can pray to the dice gods and hope you get a good role. I've had this statement from my DM but my prayers worked and a few nat 20's later... terrasque pet. The egg shell almost killed my partner
Then I made another character. Walked near the tavern, saw a dead guy in the front, stopped walking suddendly, tripped and broke my neck in the middle of the street.
Something people should know: *The potted plant surge lasts for one turn, you cannot die as the plant, you’ll turn back, unconscious, but not dead, if you drop to 0 hit points*
dm might have had a homebrew rule that polymorphing into something that is classified as inanimate, even if its technicly 'alive' causes death which i think is actualy the in lore reason 'why' the spell doesnt allow that btw, the reason all the options for what you can turn into are living things is that if you change into something thats not, technicly, 'alive' in the sense of being able to house a soul as mortals would understand it, the soul has no purchase and is thus released from the body, meaning that even if the person turns back after x turns, since the soul was kicked out of the body, there dead till a priest can put there soul back (if the setting allows for that) this is the same reason that being petrified kills you as well btw (with a few exceptions as there are a few really fed up versions of the spell/curse used by monsters and evil things that trap the soul in the statue)
I was playing a session with my mates and called one of the chaotic players fat because they'd eaten two days worth of rations in one short rest. They one shot me with a nat 20.
There was a guy, Yod-ahh, an old elf who suffered from dwarfism and a curse that makes his skin green. He truly believed that he could control things with his mind and that his mission was to find a magic stone to light his "lightsaber," a magic sword that consisted only of an old golden handle. The first raid was the last for him, after entering a cave and cleaning the little monsters that were there, a rock broke off the roof just above our heads. Everyone jumped to the side to avoid it, except one, Yod-ahh raised his hands and looked at us with a smile on his face, a second later his body had disappeared under the huge rock. Sad we left the cave towards the town, only the old handle had survived, we were surprised by the amount of money we obtained when we sold it in the store.
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this reminds me of a true story i read on the Darwin Awards website: a crazy guy convinced himself he had the magical ability to make cars stop by jumping in front of them and waving his hands at them. it apparently never occurred to him that the cars were actually stopping because THE DRIVERS HIT THE BRAKES. he got killed trying to stop a TRAIN.
Served an omelet to a bird-based species when pretending to be an inkeeper. I was only trying to help learn who was murdering his family and wondering if it was him... Turns out they were religious fanatics. I am not sure if I cooked and served his kids, evil cult ceremony unholy relics, or "just eggs". It definitely sounded all the same to him.
I have a friend who was playing a paladin at the time. We were fighting some undead and his character had an AC of 24 at the time. He ended up changing straight down the middle and was tanking them for 4 to 5 turns while the party was completing an objective elsewhere. He went down to half health due to chip damage and healed himself up to full but had no more healing abilities Instead of prioritizing the weak enemies with effects he was going after a Minotaur Skeleton that was stunned. He was able to kill it, Later that round a Ghoul (who the DM confirmed) was close to death got a lucky crit and he failed the save paralyzing him. Next came the remaining 3 zombies turn. He was never able to recover in time.
Halfling dies because of his gambling addiction... [Fellow party member's death]: We had just started playing HackMaster, 4th edition (think old school D&D but funnier)... We had a large group of players, so there were often side conversations and the GM had to multi-task a lot. Our party was traveling across the countryside and stopped to take a rest, eat, etc... Two players had rolled up "Gambling Addiction" (among other things) on the Quirks & Flaws table during character creation, and were doing a great job of roll-playing their characters... While waiting for stuff to happen, the halfling bets the elf a gold piece that he could throw a tin cup farther than he could - the elf happily takes him up on his bet, and the players inform the GM of their intended contest. The elf throws first (rolling a strength based roll) and lands the cup a considerable distance away. The halfling, fearing he would lose, takes the cup and then asks the party's Half-Ogre to THROW HIM up into the air as high as he can !.. GM: "You want Scott's Half-Ogre - who has a 22 in strength - to throw you as high as he can?" Player: "Yeah!" GM: "OK!" The Half-Ogre shrugs, grabs the halfling, and launches him into the air. The halfling then throws the cup once he reaches the apex of his flight... The GM then starts making calculations on a piece of paper, taking into account the halfling's weight, the half-ogre's strength, wind speed, etc. The GM then announces... "The bad news is that the half-ogre throws you 147 feet into the air... and you take lethal damage when you finally land. --- The good news, however, is that you won the bet !"
@@Screaming.Monkey halfling makes a bet with an elf for a piece of gold. Elf is winning, so halfling tries to use a Half-Ogre to launch him and win. Falls and dies but wins the bet
not my PC, i was DM, the party needed to get a dragon to breath on the mcguffin so it would work, dragon had already agreed via the quest giver, a simple 'go, get it breathed on, return it' dead simple, what did the (lvl7) cavalier decided to do when confronted by an ancient black dragon in it's lair? you guessed right, he charged it and it went about as well as you'd suspect
4 года назад
this reminds me of a book story: to destroy a powerful cursed gem, they needed a powerful red dragon to breathe on it "while it is engulfed in magical darkness". BUT someone else took advantage of that same magical darkness to STEAL the gem! a lot of weird ambushes and counter-ambushes followed, but eventually the thief AND the gem got burned by the dragon! the dragon was also blinded by the resulting magical surge, helping the "heroes" escape. i forget the name of the book, but it's by the famous R.L. Salvatore. yes, the creator of Drizzt.
The DM killed my level 6 warlock by having a will o wisp swallow his soul when he fell unconscious in battle. He made me roll a death save, I got a 10 but suddenly the DC was 11 and I died, not being able to be resurrected at a temple since my soul was consumed. He clearly did that on purpose and later admitted it in private. Apparently my character was too powerful (even though I didn't have a single magic item and my stats were average). He was the type of DM who plays against the party, often hugely buffing the opponents to give us a hard time. I can't remember a single easy fight in that campaign, which was the last I ever played.
Damn, that DM should just write a book or something if he wants full control of the entire world. I'm sorry that you had to deal with that kind of dick and hold out for a friendlier table in the future, my friend. I believe in you and all your future characters!
my first and currently only death, my Dwarf Paladin fell down a well, and my friends kept throwing the dead goblins down it. I tried to climb out, but with the combination of heavy armor and constant Goblin rain, i kept falling and ended up dying from a combination of suffocation and drowning. I had even yelled up to them a few times telling them I was still alive and to stop throwing Goblins down the well. They did fish me out and bring me back to life after they killed all the goblins
That's dumb if you try that it will rip off your arm... see watch....omfg my arm oh geez oh lord I lost my arm someone call a cleric its getting dark and cold and I see a light.... Stop casting light in my face you useless wizard.....
He didn’t die but he tried to kill a demon with a pancake once.... let that soak in, he tried to kill a demon with a FUCKING PANCAKE. After that didn’t work he offered it all of his pancakes and somehow fucking survived.
Had a Character that spent the entire Campaign (well past this point at least) as a "Dragon Slayer, seeking vengeance on the horrible species that ruined his hometown and killed almost everyone he knew and cared for"... SO we're about forth level, and on this bent about "I'll just keep killing dragons until I eventually find the one I'm looking for. None of them are worth keeping alive anyway..." theme. We're up against a couple HD above the standard "young adult" dragons, and it's larger and tougher than any we'd hunted before... BUT while we're getting closer to its lair, it notices our activities in its territory and doubles back on us. As the fight starts going obviously southward... I get the brilliant idea of launching myself by our "mobile trebujet" (towed behind a herd of oxen), to meet the dragon in the sky. The tactic isn't terrible, since pretty much every PC in the group has some form of ranged weapon, and with this being our forth or fifth dragon, they've been stockpiling every rotten and underhanded trick to imbuing spells on projectiles in the field... on top of a fairly hefty stockpile of specially magical "anti dragon missiles" (read random magic arrows and crap that do well against flying lizards)... Really, it's only going poorly because we're not so used to dealing with a dragon OUTSIDE of the lair... SO... While the Dragon's busy with the rest of the party, I clear the field on horseback (full run) and get the trebujet readied... Launch myself up overhead, and with my grapnel ready, even manage a Nat20 on snagging the scaly beast in the air as I pass by... The dragon first tries skimming the treetops to whip and lash my Character off... BUT I manage all the Dex and Strength checks to not only keep the hold, but climb the grapnel rope... AND as I use pirate's style "boarding axes" to dig into (and through) scales and scramble up on the Dragon's body, it takes off straight UP... "Beware little one, " The booming reptilian voice warned. "You kill me and we're too high for you to live either." "So be it," I growled, and proceeded to plunge my two-handed sword into its skull... There were a few anxious moments and some other semantics... BUT long-story short... We both plummeted out of the sky and created about a hundred foot wide crater into the ground. "Damn..." The paladin lamented when they found my armor with a pudding-consistency of "stuff left of me" drizzling out in the midst of the mess. "I rather liked him, too." ;o)
We were doing dnd in a school club, and since 1 of the supervising teacher didn’t show up, the other party decided they will play with us since both of our stories revolve around roughly the same area. Our party was preparing for one of the big dungeon raids for the next few sessions. So we basically spent around half an hour sharpening our swords, buying gears, and argue what color blueberries are(our dm almost sent down a giant bird to snatch the barbarian away to have him shut up). One of the keys we need to open the dungeon happens to be a beardless dwarf. And because our party own a tavern that got really popular from all the nat 20s on culinary art last session, we decided to use this to our advantage. We hosted a drinking contest for the dwarves in the district we live in, if they lose we get to shave their beard and take them with us; if we lose however, there will be gold rewards. The dwarf warlock in the other party heard this, and said he will do it as they have just finished their adventure to take down some bandits. When we met, our party presented the 2.9 foot tall gnome barbarian as our contestant since his constitution score of 16 was the highest among the group. The dwarf went something like “I can hold my cup better than a gnome” before going into their first cup. Dwarf rolled a 11, didn’t pass, he is poisoned. Then they went to the second cup. This time he rolled a 4. The dm rolled some poison damage and said he passed out from the nauseating effects of the liquor, but then the dwarf announced that his hp is below 0. Our gnome sat there confused, thinking the beer was poisoned while the rest of the party in the kitchen shook their head. So now we got our beardless dwarf that we would carry on our backs for a while. The scene where the gnome shaved his beard in front of the public is priceless. The only problem now is that the other party will be 1 player short
I was the GM during this incident, but one of my players was trying to gather information about recent police activity and since she was able to morph their shape into anything she wanted, she then decided to turn into a blob and slide into the ventilation system of this prison and try and find the prison cell of an acquaintance the PC had. After hours of trying to find this cell due to a series of critical failures in navigating the ventilation, she managed to find the area he was being held in. The thing was that she took so long it was already well past midnight and many of the prisoners were asleep, including this acquaintance. Something important to note is that this prisoner was in solitary confinement, so there would be no one to help the prisoner if things went wrong, and there aren't many things in the cell or much space to begin with. So she slid in stealthily into the prison cell still as a blob and instead of alerting the prisoner quietly and calmly, she instead began sliding closer to him as he is sleeping in the dead of night and begins crawling on his arm. The prisoner wakes up and sees a moving giant blob trying to crawl on top of him and begins panicking. The PC then begins going beneath his mattress, forms some very sharp teeth and begins tearing her way into the mattress to "hide in", but a failed stealth check made it very clear that she was in the mattress trying to get comfortable and accommodate for her large blob-like state which resulted in the mattress moving incredibly unnaturally. After some screaming and panicking from the prisoner, the police eventually arrive to check out what the hell is going on only to find the prisoner telling them something horrifying is in the mattress. The police attempt to investigate it, but before they can even get within arm's reach of the mattress, the PC forms more large sharp teeth and begins tearing a hole on the side of the mattress and starts attempting to ooze out. At this point, the PC pretty much looks like a horrifying alien sea slug and the police are terrified and begin tazing the PC, but the PC breaks the tazing units and continues oozing out, the three policemen out of sheer fear of this monster take out their guns and begin firing at the PC. Every single shot landed and the PC was knocked and began becoming more goo-like while also retaining the features she has morphed so far and becomes more grotesque as what remained in the mattress continues slipping out of the mattress and onto the floor. A policeman fires in a panic still and hits the knocked player who already failed a death saving throw, which left little hope for the PC. One more death save and it was set, she died. She was trying to mess with a prisoner that she wanted to get information from and after alerting the police, was shot several times and died a very quick and painful death.
It was during a game of Shadowrun to my father, the group had managed to contact a senior company executive and have a meeting with him. The meeting was going well and all of a sudden ninjas were a smashing entrance through the windows and the initiative was launched. One of the players said he was jumping out a window that was still intact. GM: Are you sure you want to do this? The player: Yes, I’m sure. GM: Are you REALLY SURE you want to do this? The player: Yes, really sure. It was at this moment that the group heard a window shatter, a scream of terror moving away more and more quickly and the noise of the group car, 50 floors lower when it merged for the last time with its decker.
My friend, known as "non-descript human" sorcerer (actually a half-elf), who almost got killed by an elk. We were in the forest outside of town at night, we weren't being chased or anything, but we were experimenting with weird magic and didn't want the city guard to know. The totally-not-a-half-elf human asked if he sees anything. The DM shrugs and says he sees some elk grazing in a moonlit field. The Not-Elf does some kind of checks like sense motive or something and gets a nat-one. To this day he is convinced that those Elk were up to no good. He totally goes into panic mode, starts screaming that the Elk are out to get us all and thrashes around so much that the Elk attacks him. The Elk rolls a crit and he ends up being gored on the Elk's antlers. Fortunately, once he was down the Elk ran off so we were able to heal him up, but we postpone our experiments for another night. This is the same guy who previously played a ranger who kept having encounters with snow leopards and getting completely mauled every time. After the third encounter, he gained snow leopard as a favored enemy. We all joked that the BBEG was going to be a snow leopard. This guy is also a cat lover aaaand also severely allergic. He just can't catch a break from nature. XD
Read 13-times-cursed spellbook out loud(group rolls 13 times for insanity). Became obsessed with total honesty. Gave a merchant I stole from, half an apple back(complete with half a worm). Merchant lied to guards about more stealing due to bad rep from the worm. Died of dysentry in prison 2 days later, having been sick from diseased apple's half worm I ate.
As a rogue I tried to do a bit of espionage and sabotage in a castle. The castle was described as having a moat so of course i planned to escape by jumping out of a window into the moat. My espionage was going great until the last minute I triggered an alarm spell and alerted the guards. Thinking fast I started a fire infront of the door of the room I was in, gathered what I thought I needed and lept out a window from the 4th story of the castle I was in to the moat below. Fun fact, the majority of moats in medieval europe did not contain water, in fact they were often just steep hills and lined with wooden spikes. This was a fact I knew but neglected to ask if the moat was full of water. A lot of bludgeoning and peircing damage later I was bleeding out in the bottom of this moat (having fallen 6 stories) and my party was none the wiser.
A character I was playing (a smoke para genasi mystic) somehow wound up in a relationship with, of all things, the Raven Queen. Being the goddess of death, you'd expect his for real death to be death by snu snu, but no. Instead what happened was something involving a torch, around 50 or do liters of oil and a certain mold that loves heat. He was the only one that died.
One of my players got sucked into a portal to another dimension because he couldn’t hold onto the floor... he later remembered I had given him an immovable rod.
I lost a character from a greedy rogue and the Deck of Many Things... the Shadowdancer Rogue came across an oracle type npc that had this deck, in short he wouldn't stop drawing, got the 3 wishes, gained a level, then drew the "party member turns on you", DM counts us out and rolls a d6, it lands on my #, so finally the Shadowdancer rejoins the party and as soon as my character sees him he draws his bow and begins firing on the Shadowdancer and begins hunting him as he darts across the shadows. The dwarf trying to get my character's attention got very upset to be brushed off and ignored by an Elf, used his 1 level of barbarian to rage and attack me. Elven Order of the Bow Initiate vs. Halfing Shadowdancer & Dwarven Fighter/Barbarian, they were both pretty beat up, but I got cut down... was pretty upset especially since they played as "if your character dies you're out of the group" so I never saw that gaming table again, which sucks cause I was having a fair bit of fun with it.
Not my character but we were playing japanese dnd and we were supposed to help the villagers free their lumber camp. As we went into the forest we saw a white tiger which we killed and gutted for food.As we went deeper into the forest we found a shrine that was populated mainly by predators.We waited until it was dark and all the animals dissapaered.We then saw three tigers go back in the shrine.We thought that there werent many so we went in the shrine.In the shrine there was a giant tiger as big as 50 men and about twenty tigers.They started jumping us and we panicked and killed some.Then the tiger came and with some lucky rolls me and my friend got away but not the other guy.They kept him as compensation for the damage we caused.The guy that got his character killed had another character that died the day before.Later our dm told us he planed for us to talk with the tigers and for them to give us a quest.
I was DM in this one: One of my players was infected/cursed by some disease or some such(don't remember), the cure for which was a special flower in the surrounding woodlands. I'd had him roll for how long he has to live(but I didn't tell him that.) Instead of searching for this flower, the party first decides to sleep for the night and then have breakfast. Only after which did they search for this flower. They soon returned only to learn that the other party member had died not minutes before. His next character was a stuck-up noble of some kind whom was killed in PvP within mere minutes of meeting the party. The party was traveling along the road and met his next character, a big and strong woodsman whom chops down trees with nothing but his hands. They had arrived at their destination, a city, only to learn that it is being attacked by phantoms/wraiths/spirits of some kind(I forget.) Anyway, the woodsman is downed and the party believes him to have been possessed by a spirit and kill him. His next character is a thief, he breaks into the room of the barbarian/fighter(something physical like that.) However, he's not stealthy enough and is incapacitated. He's then handed off to another party member, a cultist, who uses him as a sacrifice in a ritual.(He had also purchased 'black' candles for said ritual, a vital component. However, they were merely white candles painted black) The ritual misfired due to incorrect components. I ended up giving this guy some benefits to make up for it with his next character.
Rj Ciralli think my dm hates me too, I tamed an umber hulk last week and now we’re facing 13 cultists, 2 gargoyles and a lich 😂 pretty sure we’re all going to die
Fun Fact: Safes are designed to keep people out, not to keep them in. In theory at least, it should be easier to open a safe from the inside than from the outside. And supposedly, that's why Harry Houdini had people lock him inside of a safe so he could break out rather than demonstrating his expertise at safe-cracking by breaking into the safe.
Recent occurrence in a Tomb of Annihilation campaign. Our Dwarf Barbarian was attempting to swim across a Raging River to get to the other side to fight a Poison Arrow Sniper, instead of crossing the Log Bridge that lied over it. He was doing pretty well on his Athletic throws to swim across, until he got halfway there. At that point, he began to roll low on his Athletic checks, despite having a +7 to them, and slide closer to the edge that overlooked a pool of Lava. Needless to say, the Dwarf died going downriver while screaming "I'm good at this!" At the top of his lungs.
Playing as a level 6 human champion fighter with a little over 60 hp, and Adimantine Plate armor (No critical hits on me) and a shield, plus Periapt of Wound Closure (Double healing dice and always stable on KOs) . Haven't actually been killed, but I have been knocked out twice, at the moment of writing. First time - Amazonian Angel Archer/Spearwoman pair (some sort of homebrewed thing) Didn't want us to visit the one that they were "Guarding". Also, the second one was a distance away. My guy took almost a dozen arrows, and then a fireball, when he got "Poofed" away from the scene. He was fine, and so were the others - we managed to get passed them when they found out about a certain demon that they were "protecting" their charge from was loose. Second time - Ettin on an Ankylosaurus with a bunch of Gnoll archers. Again - bunch of arrows. Then the Ettin blew up (homebrewed explosive plague). Finally, the dinosaur body-slammed me, and then blew up. Luckily, our Wood Elf Inquisitive got out her longbow, lit an arrow on fire, and set the forest on fire, killing all the Gnolls, especially since the one bard had cast a cloud that seriously confused them.
This guy just didnt died because he was a new player, and I gave him a second chance. I Started Running a D&D campaing, about 1 mounth whith a friend, The Z. Whe had about 5 player, but only The Z really wanted to play. I played about 2 sessions, when one of the guys changed her mind, he was a new player, and was a Edge Lord Tabaxi Rogue. He had a little sister, and they both were going to buy some things on a shop. I managed to put both him, his sister and the Z, inside a shop. Before he entered the shop, he had already tried to rob a guard, who was stoped loking straight at him, and I needed to explain him why he couldn't do that. Whe they entered the shop, The Z, wanted to buy a new armor, I said the price, and he wanted to intimidate the Halfling who was selling the Armor. He managed to do it, and he got to pay 3 less for the armor. The Rougue tried to do the same thing, but it didnt worked (because he god a 3), so he tried again, and after succed, he intimidated the Halfling asking: "Please, can you give me this armor for a lower price?". The Halfling started laughing, me, and the Z too. The Rouge said he wanted to grab the halfling and torture him... At this moment, Z got out of the shop. After he got a nat 19 on grabbing the halfling he just put the halfling on the table and took the dagger. The Halfling got up, took his dagger too, and started screaming. Nobody listened. The Rouge said he wanted to drop the halfling on the table again. He rolled a 4 and tried to desengage. It was the turn of the halfling, and in a panic atemp to defend her self, he got a Nat 20 on trowing the dagger and crippling her leg. He got 12 damage on a 9 hp rougue. He got one shoted by a knife on the leg, trowed by a coward halfling. I said he slamed his head on the ground, and almost died on the impact. I also told that Z, listened the noise of something very heavy being slamed inside the shop. He manage to kill the Halfling and save the Rouge, but the player just didnt want to play anymore. So... his character just slammed the head on the ground, but he is alive... in a coma that might neve end.
oh, in an old D&D-based videogame i played, Stirges also inflict a "damage-over-time" effect, which can prevent a mage from casting spells unless he gets a REALLY good "concentration" roll. VERY nasty.
My stupidest player death was when I was playing 4th edition during the Adventure League. I joined in at a party at my local comic book shop where we had a three man party. A wizard, a ranger with scruffy the dog, and me the half-elf warden. As the front liner I charged ahead to keep the party safe. Boy! Did I play the role of the tank well. I couldn't hit a single creature (I cant remember what we fought) and the MVP for damage was Scruffy the loyal animal companion. I was on the ground, 2 death saves, and everyone ran to the dog to save him. I died on the same round they saved the dog.
I made a character whose entire deal was that he secretly wanted to betray and kill the rest of the party. He needed to remove himself from the party without raising suspicion to put his plan in action, so he decided to fake his own death by falling off a ship and fake drowning. Well... he "fell" off the ship, was hit on the head by an oar and knocked out cold, and left to drown for real because the entire party had been on to me for several sessions at this point without me knowing.
Second session of the campaign. Level 2 Half-Orc Monk who I had a really fun and interesting back story for, we were in a town surrounded by Orcs with only one way out. Our party all had riding horses (40ft movement speed) I suggest the party ride out immediately with intent to outrun the Orcs. Failing to realise that Horses can actually use the dash action, which would have left me well out of reach of the Orcs and within reach of backup, I was promptly turned into a pin cushion than then promptly rolled off my horse into a moat. I have since learned to keep double triple checking what I can do in ALL situations.
Party running from cultists, we decided to hold them off at a choke point, that happened to be a gun powder storage room, ranger steps forward "cmon bru 1v1 me" cultists *throws torch at gunpowder barrels*
Oh man, I actually have a story for this. It was mine and my cousins first time ever playing a TTRPG. My brother was our DM and we were playing Pathfinder. Well we were both playing dwarfs and dungeon diving in a cave. We inevitably tried to jump across a hole in the ground, failed our athletics checks with natural 1's, and fell into the chasm. We both succeeded in throwing our ropes up and snagging on to some rocks. But, as we climbed, we got nat 1's and our ropes broke. It was a sad time for the DM (he wanted us to live longer), but really made me and my cousin fall in love with the game. We even had the whole thing recorded from my cousins DS (I think 3DS), but it has probably since been lost to time. ; )
The worst and first way was when my party knew they were going to fight some wolves. They put my bard and the warlock up front, as punishment for something that happened previously. The 2 squishiest members of the party we actually killed 3/7 wolves before I got a crit hit by a wolf and died and she got hit by a wolf. The DM said it happened to level 1 characters often but we probably shouldn't have sent the support bard and the warlock up front to our party front line.
In a game of Paranoia. My Trouble Shooter started with a special grenade given him by the R&D team. En route to the starting area of our mission, we ran into some trouble. My character got badly wounded. I lobed my special grenade into a pipe leading to the ambushers. Turn out that it was a Tactical Nuke Hand Grenade. I succeeded at vaporizing the opposition, myself, the whole team, and create a new cave under the city. Even before the start of the mission, one player was on the third clone of his THIRD family, two where somewhere on their second family, and the rest on the last or second to last clone.
There's a term in our game group called "punching the dragon", born from our first GM's tale of a truly moronic move from one of his old players. Party encounters the lair of an old black dragon, who is sleeping on top of his horde. The party monk, being wise (since he's a monk), deduced that the best course of action will be to quietly walk past the dragon without touching it, or so much as a single copper coin from its horde. Quoth the party rogue: "I punch the dragon" Dragon wakes up and delivers TPK with a single breath attack. "Punching the dragon" is now a term meaning "doing something that's obviously extremely stupid and likely to get you killed"
An incident from Halo: Reach (not D&D) involving an acetylene tank . . . I saw a gas bottle. I like explosions. I shot the tank. The regulator popped off. Nothing else happened. "Why isn't this exploding?" I approached the tank. I punched it. *BOOM*
Tried to electrocute a gelatinous cube through a door via water on the floor and shocking touch, cube rolled a 20 on it's door attack, barreled through the door, and passively ate me during it's movement. Party couldn't deal with it, and the 3 others now coming down the hallway to the open door, so they did what they could and I was digested before they could pull me out.
My worst death was in a 3.5 D&D campaign, I played a rouge lunar elf, we were in this ancient abandoned temple and I find a secret door protected by a trap but the CD for this trap to disarm was very high so I just kept trying while the cleric healed me, at one point the wizard said "oh come on hurry up!" so I answered "why don't YOU do it?" he said yes... he had a mechanical bear which tried to force the door which was protected by a sacred flame who insta-kill all the non-good character near... guess who was the only Neutral character?
Cast a spell in a setting in which magic was bassically outlawed. Wasnt exactly made clear until after I had done it and had an entire keep attacking me... Joined a game, we got tpked my very first session. Incinerated in one shot via archmage. While I was invisible and had anti divination artifacts. Put to sleep Before I could even take a turn.Then killed after our wild barb had a surge that killed a lot of our own crew causing them to attack us alongside the enemy.
One of my older characters, a barbarian or a fighter I think, was walking into a (unbeknownst to me) boss arena. Of course, the boss, being an ancient dragon, was absent, but his arena huge. It had serious Iudex Gundyr feels, so I knew it was an arena. My character noticed with a good perception check something dark in the center. However, when I said I wanted to take a closer look, even try to touch it, and rolled a 3 on investigation, the dragon landed on me. The DM wasn’t going to kill me for it, but I was too embarrassed to keep the character around.
Was DMing for some friends, I'm brand new to DMing, one asks "Can I use mend on my friend?" I ask what it does, he replies it heals 1d8 health and is a cantrip, lies, it was for fixing weapons and he said that afterwards, turned his friend into a metal skeleton that can upgrade himself with metal bars and a blacksmith until the spell wears off in 2 sessions, all upgrades are perm, I feel like I handled the situation well and they're at least having fun
I saw a fully heavy armored character tell the DM he wanted to jump onto this boat at a harbor. The DM pointed out that the boat was 20 feet away via the grid and that the water seemed deep. He said, yea he’ll jump it. The DM said he could roll, and he jumped into the deep water and drowned in his heavy armor.
dumbest death was having been chased up a castle tower. blocked the door long enough to make a rope out of bed sheets. failed my climb and free fell. went splat right next to the new player who was just about to join.
Had a party member die in my session today. We had just escaped from prison, but the walls were enchanted to make escapees glow and leave glowing footprints behind. Warlock makes a successful arcana check and learns we can make a potion to fix this from salt, flour, and blood. We had salt and flour, but we didn't have nearly enough blood to cover all of us. (Especially hard since I was a Warforged and didn't bleed and another character was an Earth Genasi and we ruled earlier he bled sand). So our Earth Genasi has a brilliant plan, he got a cloak earlier that allowed one to turn into a sentient pool of blood and slip around (Think Vladimir's ability in League of Legends) He turns into a pool of blood, and we mix in the salt and flour. Unfortunately, what we didn't know was that this didn't just end the jail break effect. It also turned his now made of magical blood body into a lesser anti-magic potion. This essentially destroyed his cloak and left him as a bool of blood. He proceeded to fail a 2 constitution saving throws and an intelligence saving throw, but on the bright side we now had plenty of potion to remove the glowing jailbreak effect.
"tripped over my old character's body and broke my neck" reminds me of a silly video, "100 ways to die in Team Fortress 2", where several characters died from tripping over corpses...
I am not the player, but the DM. I had a player whose character survived having his arm ripped off by a ballista bolt in the previous story arc, but halfway through the current story arc, they rolled a 100 on a random encounter table, which just so happened to be the most dangerous encounter on the road, a pack of hungry dire wolves comes across the players eying their horses. The players put up a fight, but the character who ended up dying was being dragged away by the dire wolf, while another player was trying to chase it down. He survived a ballista to be killed by random wolves. I guess the overworld was dangerous.
I got one of those "Are you sure you want to do that" deaths. Player in my campaign wants to climb a sheer cliff. As a mage with no discernible strength whatsoever. His plan for not falling to his death? He'll tie a rope around the elf who will also climb up. The elf isn't very strong either. What follows could have easily been a Three Stooges skit. After i ask them if they're really, really, really sure the elf climbs first with the mage second. Since it's a big cliff they get to make several checks. Mage passes the first, elf doesn't. But the mage rolls a nat 20 on the saving roll, thereby saving both of them and the elf "only" takes a 20 ft tumble and subsequent crash into the cliff side. They continue and both roll incredibly well for 2 of the 3 rolls to get up. The mage fails on the last throw and, being in front now, does the same maneuver crashing into the cliff side. But the elf fails his save and they both take a tumble. The mage lands on the ground with 2 hp left and the elf lands right on top of him. Now the mage is pancakes and the elf, due to being very light weight, didn't even take 10 damage from the whole ordeal. Tl;Dr: When your DM asks you "Are you sure", reconsider.
We were playing a set of new characters (as you may know, it can take upwards of half an hour to roll a character from scratch). I made up a cleric. (I almost always made myself the cleric, so I'd know where to go for the "Cure Light Wounds" spell.) Unfortunately for me, I rolled a 1 for hit points, and my Constitution wasn't high enough to give me any bonus to hit points, so I was a first-level cleric with one hp. We, being first level characters, of course had no magic, so nobody in the party had healing potions. The DM asked which god I would be a cleric of, and I told him I would choose a certain Norse god. He asked what ASPECT of the god I would choose to highlight. Wanting to be a cleric with good fighting skills, I chose the aspect of war. The dungeon was humor-based. In the first room where we found ourselves, we were tasked with finding a way out of the room. The only way out turned out to be to walk through a "cursed" door that would magically hit the character passing through the door in the face with a banana cream pie... for one hit point damage. I tried to duck the pie, but that failed; it was a magic door, so the hit was automatic. I landed face down on the stone floor of the dungeon's hall and died there because nobody could heal me, as I was the ONLY cleric in the party. The rest of the party divided up my stuff, and thus ended my night of gaming. I sat on the host's couch and watched cartoons with his kids until the rest of the guys broke for the night.
Everyone except the half orc barbarian had a ring of feather fall. The entire campaign he kept saying "you'll never need featherfall". We were trying to steal an airship, and a death knight comes out from below deck with a large group of skeletons. I threw a bag of alchemists fire and pints of oil and ignited the ship. We all jump off the ship and feather fall to the ground below. The barbarian is stuck on a burning ship full of undead. He rolled a new half Orc barbarian next session.
Middle of a military (mind you the DM is someone who's roommate is an MP who ate the proverbial book) campaign with characters that were carrier soldiers but the DM wouldn't let us take soldier backgrounds even though some of our classes (because, you know, balanced parties are a thing) didn't give us access to relevant knowledge skills to make up for any holes in player knowledge AND he's being a stickler about meta-knowledge. So, we're running through a city filled with our enemies who have been there for a while and fortified/trapped the place. My character, who does not have the knowledge skills opens a door and hears a click... I take one look at the horrified look on the roommate's face and slam the door shut, triggering what was essentially a brick of C4. Should have been a TPK at that point, but instead of losing the game that had been going for several months at this point, the DM let the other players scream meta-knowledge at me and retconned it. I don't think anyone really picked up on the point I was trying to make.
As a hybrid Gunslinger-Alchemist Grenadier. My party picked a fight with fire elementals, a large AoE fire spell was used and I failed my dex save in a spectacular way; all the fuses for my 10+ bombs, plus 3 and a half kilos of gunpowder caught fire. I made the math and took about 40ish d10 of fire damage. I wasn't even mad, what a way to go.
Character lays on random mattress in dungeon. Swarm of spiders comes out. Several rounds later we had a dead rouge laying on a flaming mattress with a war forged yelling daddy and poking him*
As a DM, I accidentally killed three of the males in the party. I had a Nymph quietly wake up the two females in the party, they yelled and woke up the whole party. When the men rushed in, I tried to save them by stating it's to dark to see the female talking to the women, and the NPC shouted don't look at me!. Mage casted a light spell. This Nymph if seen by men had two effects. Blindness if the Nymph was clothed and death if she was nude. I rolled to see if she was nude and she was. I had all the men roll saving throws to see if they was looking at the Nymph three of them was they failed their saving throws. One of them rolled a Nat 1, so he tripped and knocked the only male that didn't die down which helped him save. Of course the party was pissed, but I tried to warn them.
I was once confronted by a Homebrew Tornado Dragon in a Monster Hunter themed campaign, I was a Grung Druid who has a habit of turning monsters into worms with Polymorph and eating them in his wild shape form to kill them, much to the annoyance of the players. Also for some background My DM was a person who just got into D&d through me as a dm, so he was prone to forget monsters had things and stuff, including legendary resistance. So when I’m up in the air and try to pull this stunt once more, he legendary reisitinces it and
My character? No, no. I was a rogue that waited for our fighter to be asleep and our cleric to be "on patrol" before testing to see if this magic necklace was cursed or not by placing it on said fighter... it was a "choking choker" named by our sadistic DM. It was removable only after the fighter had silently died of asphyxiation. Knowing the cleric, whom had already told me NOT to touch it, would be upset I replaced the necklace among his belongings and pretended to go back to sleep. Unfortunately it was the fighter's turn for patrol... the cleric was not fooled.
And this is why all my characters, Are from a settlement, that re-apears trough out history, every 5000 years, in every timeline and every kind of world
Didn't happen to me but a "friend." He was "playing" a bard, badly. no songs no inspiration no spells, up till then he played sword and boards. he did convince the DM since hsi character came from a particular place he should be proficient with a weapon from that place. He chose an exotic spear (high damage but it wasn't a normal use weapon), that was meant for cavalry. First combat encounter he ran into the middle of combat and got splattered across the wall by one of the enemies since he was a bard.
I was playing a star wars campaign. Was playing a Wookie and decided to try and ride 2 speeder bikes at once. Well I rolled a natural 1 to try and ride the bikes, then I rolled a 1 on my dexterity check to dodge the incoming tree. I then blew up and died instantly. I was probably the strongest in battle, and this was right before a big fight. My entire party got wiped EXCEPT for our ewok. He lived on through the rest of the series and became the first Ewok jedi, Guppa Nuppa. Guppa is his name, and Nuppa is his game.
My fire genasi monk got his brain eaten by a mind flayer. He was stunned at like 10HP and said “do you worst”. Those were his last words as he took like 70 damage which dropped him to below double his maximum health and died. They did their worst alright
Not me but my SO had a half orc barbarian named Edgar(pronounced Ed Gar). Edgar was an absolute beast on the battlefield due to high stat rolls and one or two homebrew abilities bequeathed by the DM in order to keep up with our spellcasters' (plural). Edgar's main goal was to kill increasing large monsters on a semi regular basis at the behest of his patron which earned him the name "The Living Breach" which led to some entertaining moments when a bandits would recognize him or the party. Cue the death scene. The party encounters some bandits rifling through a wagon on the road and as is tradition, we proceed to bust up their shindig. We take out most of the bandits except one terrified bandit fighter who is dueling with Edgar. Now the party cleric and I (monk) decide to just let Edgar deal with this guy so we start stripping down bodies as we watch. What proceeds to happen is something straight out of a LARP session set to the tune of Benny Hill because of a series of Nat 1s by both Edgar and this bandit. The culmination of this clusterfuck is the moment the bandit manages to hit multiple crits while Edgar was on the ground causing lethal damage. Needless to say everyone including the DM were absolutely stunned but found it hilarious because, instead of the grand death we all expected of The Living Breach, he died after falling on his ass and stabbed to death by a guy who I'm pretty sure had peed himself beforehand.
Thief emptying chamber of loot by dropping out of the window for party below begins throwing the weapons from a large cabinet down at them for them to catch. Helper in room then throws me out window, and throws large weapons cabinet out the window, on top of me.
In this one campaign I was playing an air genasi bard (lvl 1) that performed with his brother in dance fighting acts. My GM had a house rule that if you got a nat 1 you would take 1d4 damage. So we ended up going into cave as part of a group and found a few locked doors. I, being the only one with tools and the skill to open the doors, got to work. First check nat 1 and took some damage. Tried again and opened the door. The rest of my group went in the room first and fought some shadows while I shot arrows in the hallway (taking no damage from combat). Some members of the group were hurt but nothing too bad. On to the next room, door also locked. Tried to open it, nat 1. At this point I'm at 3hp. Another check and the door is open but there is a slight magical barrier. My brother and other when in the room first. My brother failed his CON save and went down because the room was filled with poisonous gas and then was dragged out by the other person. Being able to hold my breath forever, I went in and found a locked chest. I tried to open it and of course, nat 1 and got a 4 for the damage. So I went down and choked to death on the poisonous air while the group waited for me to come back. So, that is how my professional acrobat character died from being clumsy
A past GM with which we played D&D 3.5 had... well, several mental issues, but most of them gender and sex related. In his games there were no ugly women, period. I was rolling a massive 2'5 m. orc barbarian, level 12 or so but could consistently solo adult dragons. My friend's character was a 1 m. goblin sniper of sorts that had to prostitute herself to make more money (yeah, I know, GM's fetish). The thing is, GM applied his sexual obsessions to out characters, and according to him the goblin had 120-HH breasts because "you rolled way too high Charisma", and my orc had to have a dick as proportionately big as his mind devised, so he was 40 cm or so. Why am I telling you these details, you might ask? Well, after a serious fight my character was left on the brink of death and my friend wanted to heal me, but as the goblin knew no magic or miracles she could only use ointments and the like. GM makes her roll for the effects of a "healing lotion" that she had, "oh my, it seems that it wasn't only a healing salve, it is also an absurdly strong aphrodisiac. You two start banging like rabbits. Orc, roll Strength". Natural 20. "You get so erect that your penis grows to almost 50 cm (I know, absurd) and you fuck her so fiercely that you break through her guts, your penis perforates her lungs, it gets to the skull and starts pressing her brains out. Her eyes explode out of the sockets and her body is torn in half by your cock." Yes, you have read it right, the motherfucker argued that a dick could be so strong and long that it would physically kill her. Of course, we told him to fuck off, but being the sick bastard that he was dead PCs were dead, and he even prohibited us from resurrecting the goblin because "her body is too mangled to do so". God, how happy we are now that we don't play with people that belong in an asylum.
Had a campaign where my first character, a Half-Orc Bard named Gre-Gore-Ri, was actually working for the main villain in secret. Halfway through he managed to pull the ultimate j-bait and got all of the party in jail while he got off Scott free. He became a reaccuring villain that I got to play, and every time he showed up he was stronger then before. Now comes time for the big showdown. I managed to knock down three of the five PC characters during our last encounter, so I was frothing at the mouth to be the cause of a player death, even if Gre-Gore-Ri did die at the end... Got hit with hold person and couldn’t break out of it throughout the entire fight. The BBEG used all his legendary actions trying to keep me alive while the monk wailed on me. Gre-Gore-Ri didn’t do a single molecule of damage and ended up getting his head popped right off his shoulders. It’s still the Monk’s favorite DnD Moment.
Had a alchemist gnome who made allot of exploding rockets he liked to fire at enemies . He kept dozens of them in his backpack. One time he was hit by a fireball which ignited all his rockets. He was then rocket propelled through the air and exploded in a blast of fireworks.
My character has died 4 times in this campaign... it’s been rough for my Aasimar Assassin rogue, Ronan... Thank god for my warlock party member who’s revived me so many times 😂
A local tabletop game shop I went to has a wall full of character sheets with memorable deaths written on them. Funniest one is simply "Ate by a Goldfish". I asked about it and turns out the character got eaten by Sylgar. Sadly, that's all I know as I was not given more context than eaten by the insane Beholder's goldfish.
not me, but caused it. playing a half-giant barbarian when the rogue was having trouble picking the lock on a manor door. I somehow snuck through the empty house and was planning on just opening the door from the inside, but big barbarian brain said it would be cooler to kick the door open and everyone would like me. door flew open and killed the rogue who was now trying to jimmy the lock with a dagger. the dagger went into his head as the door hid his body from my view. everyone at the table and in game was just quiet for about five minutes. the same player eventually made another rogue for traps and loot unlocking, but it's much easier to let the half-giant use his battering ram on doors.
I Got Killed Via Orbital bombardment In a Starwars RP. It was a forum based game with the Old republic (My side) holding the line against the Sith. We held the 2nd trenchline until a star destroyer started just shelling the Field and the republic calls a retreat. I type in me running away and I get a message saying I'm dead, no roles, no prior DM Interaction just straight up killed.
Mermaid bard in the middle of the sea because I was on board the enemy ship to support my team. Got hit with some kind of stunning spell I don't remember, and then all of the enemies started casting fireball ON THEIR OWN SHIP. The only thing that character got to do in her only ever session was to buff the monk. Monk survived btw.
Was playing with a few co-workers. We entered a cavern with a large lake. My character was a air genasi paladin. I decided to wade into the lake seeing how I can hold my breath indefinitely. Little did I know this was a lair to an aboleth. Said aboleth decided to mind control me. A will save fail later I am attacking my party. I all but take down my party alone passing grapple checks and strength checks with ease. We finally fend off the aboleth and i snap out of my mind control. Our fighter was pissed and rolled really high attack rolls and used action surge to attack me 4 times in a row. Rolled max damage and my paladin was struck down.
I have one for you, and you totally have my permission to use it in an upcoming video. Back in high school we were playing 2nd Edition (this was 1990 or 1991 I think). We were a relatively large group that particular evening. I mostly remember who was there, but I don't remember what each player was playing as for that game. There was David, our DM. Me, of course. My friends Ryan, Konrad, and Laird. Laird's friend Aaron. I think Konrad's brother Heath joined us that session too. And then there was Laird's friend Tim. Ahhhh, Tim. Tim was the one in the group who ALWAYS seemed to make the wrong choices. We were in a dungeon crawl this particular session. Average character level was about 5th IIRC. David describes what we all recognized as a basilisk. The DM gave us all one round to do something before the basilisk sees us. Me: "I avert my gaze." Laird: "I avert my gaze." Aaron: "I avert my gaze. Konrad: "I avert my gaze." Heath: "I avert my gaze." Ryan: "I avert my gaze." . . . And then Tim: "I look right at it!" Cue the other seven people at the table collectively face palming. David says: "The basilisk senses your presence and turns to look directly at you. Tim! Roll a saving throw versus petrification!" Tim rolled . . . And he failed. So Tim's character was instantly turned to stone. The rest of us fought the basilisk and, after a hard fought battle, slew the beast without any more casualties. The stone statue that was once Tim's character was too heavy to carry around for the rest of the adventure, so we just left him there. I looked at the DM and I said, "We're going to need another Timmy!" Which caused the entire table to burst out laughing. All except Tim, who was now erasing his character sheet so that he can roll up a new character. (FYI, the phrase "We're going to need another Timmy" was a line from Jim Henson's Dinosaurs, which was quite popular on TV at the time.)
Failed to balance in a canoe-like vessel and fell into the water wearing full armor failed to get back into the canoe -shouldn't have tried to stand up to yell at another player.
I accidentally Leroy Jenkins’d into a room after hearing nothing at the door. Well, I heard nothing because the 15 orc guards inside the barrack were asleep. They were no longer asleep after I “kicked in the door” with a Nat 1 stealth check. I was no longer alive when I rolled a 5 on my initiative roll , ending up 12th in the battle order. Being the only enemy in sight didn’t help...
I, echo-knight dragon born fighter, shot my bard friend because he stole a shit ton of money from me. So the barb in our party reduced me to 4 health. After that my moorbounder mount made me hit a branch which did exactly 4 damage, killing me...
My Warlock in Princes of the Apocalypse had a severe alcohol addiction and was tricked by the water cult to open kegs full of alcohol only to be grabbed and eventually drowned by whiskey flavored water weirds.
This is the best way that I can describe it: party of 3 in a west marches session vs a terrasque. I was the filler. That's fine...However my other two party members were a practical 'profesional' stealth archer, along with a pure barb(that was obvi unkillable)...needless to say, my PC was more RP oriented & thus died within the fourth round. Sorc/ Bard wombo if you'e curious.
Just got into dnd and my character, a dwarf forge domain cleric, is extremely racist to elves to the point that i make a point of demanding to know what race anyone we meet is to know whether or not i show why my characters last name is ballbreaker. Anyways we were staying in a small plague infested town when an elderly elf women came to us asking us to find her husband. As soon as my dwarf say her ears the gloves came off and it took 3 other party members to hold me back while our warlock made her invisible after talking to her outside with my dwarf screaming every elven slur in the book at her. When the warlock came back inside my dwarf demanded to know where she was when the warlock said that he vaporized her. For the rest of the session my dwarf was his personal servant and bodyguard.
Not me but another player in our campaign. We're in what seemed to be a mine and are investigating an unknown creature. We encounter a couple of goblins no big deal and find piles of salt here and there in the tunnels. Encounter the creature and fail to identify it. Our monk decide to attack with is bare hands. The DM repeat after him ''with your bare hands?'' He replied : ''Yes with my bare hands''. The creature happen to be salt mummy. When touched you have to succeed a DC 19 fortitude save throw. If not you take 4d6 of damaged. Our monk happens to be level one... Failed save throw.
My DM told me that the group was just too large for him to handle, and asked if I'd mind stepping back for a while. I elected to go out in a blaze of glory. I had already made a deal with Bel that required me to kill a follower of Tiamat, so I challenged Arkhan the Cruel to single combat.
In my own dnd game (the first and only one I've played so far), my character's died at least five times, two of which I remember were really stupid. My character's a centaur fighter who had become a symbiote with an evil god-like being by the time of her second death (she was chaotic good, but releasing that thing was an accident). The team of five heroes had formed a new kingdom and decided to take over a certain town we didn't know "belonged" to an evil kingdom run by an evil necromancer. We had thought we made peace with her, but she decided to get rid of us anyway. We had captured on of her agents and found out that in the upcoming battle, she would be upon a nearby cliff to oversee everything. During the battle, I forgot about that little piece of information. My character saw the necromancer's chariot come onto the field and decided to take it out. She cleaves through dozens of enemies to discover that the chariot was filled with explosives. She gets blown to pieces as well as dozens of enemy troops within the blast radius. The evil being that co-inhabitated her mind managed to save her and stitch her body back together. Second time around, our kingdom had grown much bigger and my character and others had started families. We end up going to war with undead from the north and I ended up costing the battle within a few roles (as well as almost breaking the universe and bringing about the death of another character). My character rides a dragon into battle in order to take out undead generals from above (special magic allowed me to turn into a human when I needed to). The enemy also have a dragon and I get knocked of my dragon. I attempt to fly back, but I get sniped out of the sky just to be surrounded by four VERY strong undead generals. I take out two before they spear my dumb butt into the ground. Thanks to evil symbiote, even though I'm technically dead I'm aware of what's going on. Undead leader comes to turn me. To make a longer story short: I bargain with another God-like being to help me, this time an angel of light. Bad decision. Takes over my body and wants to make war with demons in a battle that could potentially destroy the world. My character asks for help from anyone, and the universe answers. I'm sent back in time to just before I make the deal with the angel and I decided to just sit tight while I become undead. Wake up to find myself alone, now with two VERY angry god-like beings in my head fighting each other. I travel back home to find out what happened. I was told I killed many of our men and forced everyone to retreat. Found out one of our group (who was a minor god) had sacrificed himself for the whole time rewind thing (he ended up going back in time to the god wars and sacrificing himself to save his brother). My character was now half undead with two god-like beings who hated each other trying to win her over, and her dumb choices ended up getting a close friend killed. Messed me and my character up for a while. On the bright side, I managed to bring back the friend, I'm now symbiotes with the angel who I've convinced to not take over my mind, we defeated the undead (and I'm no longer undead, but I have a daughter who got the powers of the undead because she was born while my character was cursed), and we managed to go 10 years without starting or getting into major conflicts.
One person used wild magic. Rolled a 90, summoned a god dragon. GM said “super concentrated blast.” Everyone looked around scared. I was low health so I took shelter in a house. Dragon knew I was there somehow. He blasted me with acidic breath along with lightening and random hail drops. I was -495 health. Session ended. My monk was deleted.
Playing a lighthearted mini campaign as a half-orc bard named Officer Party Rock. Party ends up on a deserted island in the Fairy Kingdom. Party finds a warning written in the sand “beware the wheelers”. Party ignores said warning and has a picnic. Party discovers that “the wheelers” are a pair of wheeled rock golems named High Riser and Low Rider (described as being like sentient monster trucks). Party fights the wheelers. Officer Party Rock decides to use a key he found to “key” the last of the wheeler brothers. Rolls a nat 1. Low Rider goes next and charges Officer Party Rock. Officer Party Rock is run over and fucking dies. But don’t worry, the party wizard (a sentient loaf of bread named Bag-el) performed CPR after the fight, and Officer Party Rock got to work on his tan.
Not my player but I was in the party: In our parties fledgling campaign during our 3rd session, following some combat with some kobolds, our party stumbled upon some gas spores. They are mushrooms which when ruptured inflict a nasty effect if you fail a constitution save. This effect reads that an affected party member will roll a d12 and add your CON modifier to determine how long they have to live without intervention. One of my party members had a horribly stated character. And he had a negative one CON modifier. Upon failing his CON save he rolled a D12 to determine how many hours he had to live. He rolled a Nat 1. Upon rolling the DM and affected party member both concluded that by rolling 1 and having a negative 1 in CON he should immediately die. Thus the noble and childlike Rat, (which was his full name) and his familiar, (also named Rat(who was a demon masquerading as a rat)) met an untimely end.
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Pro tip: if the DM ever asks "are you sure?" the answer should always be no.
Are you sure=You will die to this.Please Dont.
D.m. Are you sure?
Player Hell yeah no guts no glory...
D.m. the door explodes ripping your right arm off....
Player- damn should have knocked with my left hand.
Or you can pray to the dice gods and hope you get a good role. I've had this statement from my DM but my prayers worked and a few nat 20's later... terrasque pet. The egg shell almost killed my partner
That is why I say “Are you sure?” to everything.
I use that to hide items for fun
Made another character, saw the other three corpses, decided to not go in, tripped and broke my neck.
Then I made another character. Walked near the tavern, saw a dead guy in the front, stopped walking suddendly, tripped and broke my neck in the middle of the street.
maybe he was actually failing perception checks and there was a banana peel on the ground.
This is like the Swamp Castle bit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail
@@GhostBear3067 yup... And that one? That also sank into the swamp!
@@janTesika But the third one stayed up!
Something people should know: *The potted plant surge lasts for one turn, you cannot die as the plant, you’ll turn back, unconscious, but not dead, if you drop to 0 hit points*
Heather Irwin - I was thinking that, too.
dm might have had a homebrew rule that polymorphing into something that is classified as inanimate, even if its technicly 'alive' causes death
which i think is actualy the in lore reason 'why' the spell doesnt allow that btw, the reason all the options for what you can turn into are living things is that if you change into something thats not, technicly, 'alive' in the sense of being able to house a soul as mortals would understand it, the soul has no purchase and is thus released from the body, meaning that even if the person turns back after x turns, since the soul was kicked out of the body, there dead till a priest can put there soul back (if the setting allows for that)
this is the same reason that being petrified kills you as well btw (with a few exceptions as there are a few really fed up versions of the spell/curse used by monsters and evil things that trap the soul in the statue)
I was playing a session with my mates and called one of the chaotic players fat because they'd eaten two days worth of rations in one short rest. They one shot me with a nat 20.
You: "Fat lol"
Fat guy: *_S M I T E_*
Samwise v gollum
Also not chaotic, just evil.
Ah yes, the good old chaotic stupid archetype.
"we won't need those rations anymore"
Some say that player is constantly tripping and braking his neck for all eternity.
You’d think after the first trip he’d get the message
Id just wait on the outskirts of the citty.
@@skyguard1an He'd just trip, fall, and break his neck on something out there.
I died to a horde of zombies in an attempt to secure drugs for my wizard. I think. . . I may have taken some of the drugs.
There was a guy, Yod-ahh, an old elf who suffered from dwarfism and a curse that makes his skin green.
He truly believed that he could control things with his mind and that his mission was to find a magic stone to light his "lightsaber," a magic sword that consisted only of an old golden handle.
The first raid was the last for him, after entering a cave and cleaning the little monsters that were there, a rock broke off the roof just above our heads. Everyone jumped to the side to avoid it, except one, Yod-ahh raised his hands and looked at us with a smile on his face, a second later his body had disappeared under the huge rock.
Sad we left the cave towards the town, only the old handle had survived, we were surprised by the amount of money we obtained when we sold it in the store.
this reminds me of a true story i read on the Darwin Awards website:
a crazy guy convinced himself he had the magical ability to make cars stop by jumping in front of them and waving his hands at them.
it apparently never occurred to him that the cars were actually stopping because THE DRIVERS HIT THE BRAKES.
he got killed trying to stop a TRAIN.
Rip to the dyslexic elf frog thingy
Yod
Agh
Served an omelet to a bird-based species when pretending to be an inkeeper. I was only trying to help learn who was murdering his family and wondering if it was him...
Turns out they were religious fanatics. I am not sure if I cooked and served his kids, evil cult ceremony unholy relics, or "just eggs". It definitely sounded all the same to him.
Did you inform the bird that eggs we eat are unfertilized
@@strionic770 Yeah, I thought of that too.
@@strionic770 I can see that still being really bad unless you can convince them it is not from their species of bird.
I have a friend who was playing a paladin at the time. We were fighting some undead and his character had an AC of 24 at the time. He ended up changing straight down the middle and was tanking them for 4 to 5 turns while the party was completing an objective elsewhere. He went down to half health due to chip damage and healed himself up to full but had no more healing abilities Instead of prioritizing the weak enemies with effects he was going after a Minotaur Skeleton that was stunned. He was able to kill it, Later that round a Ghoul (who the DM confirmed) was close to death got a lucky crit and he failed the save paralyzing him. Next came the remaining 3 zombies turn. He was never able to recover in time.
He went down like a true paladin.
Halfling dies because of his gambling addiction...
[Fellow party member's death]: We had just started playing HackMaster, 4th edition (think old school D&D but funnier)... We had a large group of players, so there were often side conversations and the GM had to multi-task a lot. Our party was traveling across the countryside and stopped to take a rest, eat, etc...
Two players had rolled up "Gambling Addiction" (among other things) on the Quirks & Flaws table during character creation, and were doing a great job of roll-playing their characters... While waiting for stuff to happen, the halfling bets the elf a gold piece that he could throw a tin cup farther than he could - the elf happily takes him up on his bet, and the players inform the GM of their intended contest.
The elf throws first (rolling a strength based roll) and lands the cup a considerable distance away. The halfling, fearing he would lose, takes the cup and then asks the party's Half-Ogre to THROW HIM up into the air as high as he can !..
GM: "You want Scott's Half-Ogre - who has a 22 in strength - to throw you as high as he can?"
Player: "Yeah!"
GM: "OK!"
The Half-Ogre shrugs, grabs the halfling, and launches him into the air. The halfling then throws the cup once he reaches the apex of his flight...
The GM then starts making calculations on a piece of paper, taking into account the halfling's weight, the half-ogre's strength, wind speed, etc.
The GM then announces... "The bad news is that the half-ogre throws you 147 feet into the air... and you take lethal damage when you finally land. --- The good news, however, is that you won the bet !"
Feel free to "TL;DR" this for me. 😉
@@Screaming.Monkey halfling makes a bet with an elf for a piece of gold. Elf is winning, so halfling tries to use a Half-Ogre to launch him and win.
Falls and dies but wins the bet
@Minroud Sounds about right. 😉
not my PC, i was DM, the party needed to get a dragon to breath on the mcguffin so it would work, dragon had already agreed via the quest giver, a simple 'go, get it breathed on, return it' dead simple, what did the (lvl7) cavalier decided to do when confronted by an ancient black dragon in it's lair? you guessed right, he charged it and it went about as well as you'd suspect
this reminds me of a book story: to destroy a powerful cursed gem, they needed a powerful red dragon to breathe on it "while it is engulfed in magical darkness".
BUT someone else took advantage of that same magical darkness to STEAL the gem!
a lot of weird ambushes and counter-ambushes followed, but eventually the thief AND the gem got burned by the dragon!
the dragon was also blinded by the resulting magical surge, helping the "heroes" escape.
i forget the name of the book, but it's by the famous R.L. Salvatore. yes, the creator of Drizzt.
The DM killed my level 6 warlock by having a will o wisp swallow his soul when he fell unconscious in battle. He made me roll a death save, I got a 10 but suddenly the DC was 11 and I died, not being able to be resurrected at a temple since my soul was consumed. He clearly did that on purpose and later admitted it in private. Apparently my character was too powerful (even though I didn't have a single magic item and my stats were average). He was the type of DM who plays against the party, often hugely buffing the opponents to give us a hard time. I can't remember a single easy fight in that campaign, which was the last I ever played.
Damn, that DM should just write a book or something if he wants full control of the entire world. I'm sorry that you had to deal with that kind of dick and hold out for a friendlier table in the future, my friend. I believe in you and all your future characters!
Will O' Wisps are fucking horrible to fight
Have you tried rallying the group against the DM
my first and currently only death, my Dwarf Paladin fell down a well, and my friends kept throwing the dead goblins down it. I tried to climb out, but with the combination of heavy armor and constant Goblin rain, i kept falling and ended up dying from a combination of suffocation and drowning.
I had even yelled up to them a few times telling them I was still alive and to stop throwing Goblins down the well.
They did fish me out and bring me back to life after they killed all the goblins
If I'd been the DM, I'd probably have ruled that you climbed out using the growing pile of goblin bodies. :)
Man what are the odds to lose three characters in quick succession to the exact same death? XD
This just makes me glad I have that one player who stops everyone else's from doing the complete stupid things.
the cleric
the warlock
the Barbarian
the bard
the paladin
the wizard
the sorcerer
the monk
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This happened:
Rouge:*trys steal a bag of holding from a shop*
Rouge:*turns into a rat*
Sorcerer:"I'm going to tty and steal it"
That's dumb if you try that it will rip off your arm... see watch....omfg my arm oh geez oh lord I lost my arm someone call a cleric its getting dark and cold and I see a light.... Stop casting light in my face you useless wizard.....
He didn’t die but he tried to kill a demon with a pancake once.... let that soak in, he tried to kill a demon with a FUCKING PANCAKE. After that didn’t work he offered it all of his pancakes and somehow fucking survived.
Had a Character that spent the entire Campaign (well past this point at least) as a "Dragon Slayer, seeking vengeance on the horrible species that ruined his hometown and killed almost everyone he knew and cared for"... SO we're about forth level, and on this bent about "I'll just keep killing dragons until I eventually find the one I'm looking for. None of them are worth keeping alive anyway..." theme.
We're up against a couple HD above the standard "young adult" dragons, and it's larger and tougher than any we'd hunted before... BUT while we're getting closer to its lair, it notices our activities in its territory and doubles back on us. As the fight starts going obviously southward... I get the brilliant idea of launching myself by our "mobile trebujet" (towed behind a herd of oxen), to meet the dragon in the sky. The tactic isn't terrible, since pretty much every PC in the group has some form of ranged weapon, and with this being our forth or fifth dragon, they've been stockpiling every rotten and underhanded trick to imbuing spells on projectiles in the field... on top of a fairly hefty stockpile of specially magical "anti dragon missiles" (read random magic arrows and crap that do well against flying lizards)...
Really, it's only going poorly because we're not so used to dealing with a dragon OUTSIDE of the lair...
SO... While the Dragon's busy with the rest of the party, I clear the field on horseback (full run) and get the trebujet readied... Launch myself up overhead, and with my grapnel ready, even manage a Nat20 on snagging the scaly beast in the air as I pass by... The dragon first tries skimming the treetops to whip and lash my Character off... BUT I manage all the Dex and Strength checks to not only keep the hold, but climb the grapnel rope... AND as I use pirate's style "boarding axes" to dig into (and through) scales and scramble up on the Dragon's body, it takes off straight UP...
"Beware little one, " The booming reptilian voice warned. "You kill me and we're too high for you to live either."
"So be it," I growled, and proceeded to plunge my two-handed sword into its skull...
There were a few anxious moments and some other semantics... BUT long-story short... We both plummeted out of the sky and created about a hundred foot wide crater into the ground.
"Damn..." The paladin lamented when they found my armor with a pudding-consistency of "stuff left of me" drizzling out in the midst of the mess. "I rather liked him, too." ;o)
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Shoulda just told em too cast raise puddle :D
@@saulo4302 Yes... yes he did. ;o)
@@Vellision_Blake If only there was "Raise Pudding" in any effective sense. ;oP
This is about the dumbest deaths, not the most awesome ones.
We were doing dnd in a school club, and since 1 of the supervising teacher didn’t show up, the other party decided they will play with us since both of our stories revolve around roughly the same area. Our party was preparing for one of the big dungeon raids for the next few sessions. So we basically spent around half an hour sharpening our swords, buying gears, and argue what color blueberries are(our dm almost sent down a giant bird to snatch the barbarian away to have him shut up). One of the keys we need to open the dungeon happens to be a beardless dwarf. And because our party own a tavern that got really popular from all the nat 20s on culinary art last session, we decided to use this to our advantage. We hosted a drinking contest for the dwarves in the district we live in, if they lose we get to shave their beard and take them with us; if we lose however, there will be gold rewards. The dwarf warlock in the other party heard this, and said he will do it as they have just finished their adventure to take down some bandits. When we met, our party presented the 2.9 foot tall gnome barbarian as our contestant since his constitution score of 16 was the highest among the group. The dwarf went something like “I can hold my cup better than a gnome” before going into their first cup. Dwarf rolled a 11, didn’t pass, he is poisoned. Then they went to the second cup. This time he rolled a 4. The dm rolled some poison damage and said he passed out from the nauseating effects of the liquor, but then the dwarf announced that his hp is below 0. Our gnome sat there confused, thinking the beer was poisoned while the rest of the party in the kitchen shook their head. So now we got our beardless dwarf that we would carry on our backs for a while. The scene where the gnome shaved his beard in front of the public is priceless. The only problem now is that the other party will be 1 player short
0:56 JoCat, is that you?
I was the GM during this incident, but one of my players was trying to gather information about recent police activity and since she was able to morph their shape into anything she wanted, she then decided to turn into a blob and slide into the ventilation system of this prison and try and find the prison cell of an acquaintance the PC had. After hours of trying to find this cell due to a series of critical failures in navigating the ventilation, she managed to find the area he was being held in. The thing was that she took so long it was already well past midnight and many of the prisoners were asleep, including this acquaintance. Something important to note is that this prisoner was in solitary confinement, so there would be no one to help the prisoner if things went wrong, and there aren't many things in the cell or much space to begin with. So she slid in stealthily into the prison cell still as a blob and instead of alerting the prisoner quietly and calmly, she instead began sliding closer to him as he is sleeping in the dead of night and begins crawling on his arm. The prisoner wakes up and sees a moving giant blob trying to crawl on top of him and begins panicking. The PC then begins going beneath his mattress, forms some very sharp teeth and begins tearing her way into the mattress to "hide in", but a failed stealth check made it very clear that she was in the mattress trying to get comfortable and accommodate for her large blob-like state which resulted in the mattress moving incredibly unnaturally. After some screaming and panicking from the prisoner, the police eventually arrive to check out what the hell is going on only to find the prisoner telling them something horrifying is in the mattress. The police attempt to investigate it, but before they can even get within arm's reach of the mattress, the PC forms more large sharp teeth and begins tearing a hole on the side of the mattress and starts attempting to ooze out. At this point, the PC pretty much looks like a horrifying alien sea slug and the police are terrified and begin tazing the PC, but the PC breaks the tazing units and continues oozing out, the three policemen out of sheer fear of this monster take out their guns and begin firing at the PC. Every single shot landed and the PC was knocked and began becoming more goo-like while also retaining the features she has morphed so far and becomes more grotesque as what remained in the mattress continues slipping out of the mattress and onto the floor. A policeman fires in a panic still and hits the knocked player who already failed a death saving throw, which left little hope for the PC. One more death save and it was set, she died.
She was trying to mess with a prisoner that she wanted to get information from and after alerting the police, was shot several times and died a very quick and painful death.
It was during a game of Shadowrun to my father, the group had managed to contact a senior company executive and have a meeting with him. The meeting was going well and all of a sudden ninjas were a smashing entrance through the windows and the initiative was launched. One of the players said he was jumping out a window that was still intact.
GM: Are you sure you want to do this?
The player: Yes, I’m sure.
GM: Are you REALLY SURE you want to do this?
The player: Yes, really sure.
It was at this moment that the group heard a window shatter, a scream of terror moving away more and more quickly and the noise of the group car, 50 floors lower when it merged for the last time with its decker.
My friend, known as "non-descript human" sorcerer (actually a half-elf), who almost got killed by an elk. We were in the forest outside of town at night, we weren't being chased or anything, but we were experimenting with weird magic and didn't want the city guard to know.
The totally-not-a-half-elf human asked if he sees anything. The DM shrugs and says he sees some elk grazing in a moonlit field. The Not-Elf does some kind of checks like sense motive or something and gets a nat-one. To this day he is convinced that those Elk were up to no good. He totally goes into panic mode, starts screaming that the Elk are out to get us all and thrashes around so much that the Elk attacks him. The Elk rolls a crit and he ends up being gored on the Elk's antlers. Fortunately, once he was down the Elk ran off so we were able to heal him up, but we postpone our experiments for another night.
This is the same guy who previously played a ranger who kept having encounters with snow leopards and getting completely mauled every time. After the third encounter, he gained snow leopard as a favored enemy. We all joked that the BBEG was going to be a snow leopard.
This guy is also a cat lover aaaand also severely allergic. He just can't catch a break from nature. XD
Read 13-times-cursed spellbook out loud(group rolls 13 times for insanity). Became obsessed with total honesty. Gave a merchant I stole from, half an apple back(complete with half a worm). Merchant lied to guards about more stealing due to bad rep from the worm. Died of dysentry in prison 2 days later, having been sick from diseased apple's half worm I ate.
As a rogue I tried to do a bit of espionage and sabotage in a castle. The castle was described as having a moat so of course i planned to escape by jumping out of a window into the moat. My espionage was going great until the last minute I triggered an alarm spell and alerted the guards. Thinking fast I started a fire infront of the door of the room I was in, gathered what I thought I needed and lept out a window from the 4th story of the castle I was in to the moat below.
Fun fact, the majority of moats in medieval europe did not contain water, in fact they were often just steep hills and lined with wooden spikes. This was a fact I knew but neglected to ask if the moat was full of water. A lot of bludgeoning and peircing damage later I was bleeding out in the bottom of this moat (having fallen 6 stories) and my party was none the wiser.
A character I was playing (a smoke para genasi mystic) somehow wound up in a relationship with, of all things, the Raven Queen. Being the goddess of death, you'd expect his for real death to be death by snu snu, but no. Instead what happened was something involving a torch, around 50 or do liters of oil and a certain mold that loves heat. He was the only one that died.
One of my players got sucked into a portal to another dimension because he couldn’t hold onto the floor... he later remembered I had given him an immovable rod.
I lost a character from a greedy rogue and the Deck of Many Things... the Shadowdancer Rogue came across an oracle type npc that had this deck, in short he wouldn't stop drawing, got the 3 wishes, gained a level, then drew the "party member turns on you", DM counts us out and rolls a d6, it lands on my #, so finally the Shadowdancer rejoins the party and as soon as my character sees him he draws his bow and begins firing on the Shadowdancer and begins hunting him as he darts across the shadows. The dwarf trying to get my character's attention got very upset to be brushed off and ignored by an Elf, used his 1 level of barbarian to rage and attack me. Elven Order of the Bow Initiate vs. Halfing Shadowdancer & Dwarven Fighter/Barbarian, they were both pretty beat up, but I got cut down... was pretty upset especially since they played as "if your character dies you're out of the group" so I never saw that gaming table again, which sucks cause I was having a fair bit of fun with it.
Not my character but we were playing japanese dnd and we were supposed to help the villagers free their lumber camp.
As we went into the forest we saw a white tiger which we killed and gutted for food.As we went deeper into the forest we found a shrine that was populated mainly by predators.We waited until it was dark and all the animals dissapaered.We then saw three tigers go back in the shrine.We thought that there werent many so we went in the shrine.In the shrine there was a giant tiger as big as 50 men and about twenty tigers.They started jumping us and we panicked and killed some.Then the tiger came and with some lucky rolls me and my friend got away but not the other guy.They kept him as compensation for the damage we caused.The guy that got his character killed had another character that died the day before.Later our dm told us he planed for us to talk with the tigers and for them to give us a quest.
I was DM in this one: One of my players was infected/cursed by some disease or some such(don't remember), the cure for which was a special flower in the surrounding woodlands. I'd had him roll for how long he has to live(but I didn't tell him that.) Instead of searching for this flower, the party first decides to sleep for the night and then have breakfast. Only after which did they search for this flower. They soon returned only to learn that the other party member had died not minutes before. His next character was a stuck-up noble of some kind whom was killed in PvP within mere minutes of meeting the party. The party was traveling along the road and met his next character, a big and strong woodsman whom chops down trees with nothing but his hands. They had arrived at their destination, a city, only to learn that it is being attacked by phantoms/wraiths/spirits of some kind(I forget.) Anyway, the woodsman is downed and the party believes him to have been possessed by a spirit and kill him. His next character is a thief, he breaks into the room of the barbarian/fighter(something physical like that.) However, he's not stealthy enough and is incapacitated. He's then handed off to another party member, a cultist, who uses him as a sacrifice in a ritual.(He had also purchased 'black' candles for said ritual, a vital component. However, they were merely white candles painted black) The ritual misfired due to incorrect components. I ended up giving this guy some benefits to make up for it with his next character.
If you can die walking into a tavern, unless you're trying to pull some insane shit, your DM is a bad DM
The guy who tripped and broke his neck 3 times just made me burst out laughing, Jesus that shit was funny
Paul Baldwin
I think the DM just hated him
Rj Ciralli think my dm hates me too, I tamed an umber hulk last week and now we’re facing 13 cultists, 2 gargoyles and a lich 😂 pretty sure we’re all going to die
I loved your videos for the soulsborn backgrounds and your humor when reading the stories.
Fun Fact: Safes are designed to keep people out, not to keep them in. In theory at least, it should be easier to open a safe from the inside than from the outside. And supposedly, that's why Harry Houdini had people lock him inside of a safe so he could break out rather than demonstrating his expertise at safe-cracking by breaking into the safe.
Recent occurrence in a Tomb of Annihilation campaign.
Our Dwarf Barbarian was attempting to swim across a Raging River to get to the other side to fight a Poison Arrow Sniper, instead of crossing the Log Bridge that lied over it. He was doing pretty well on his Athletic throws to swim across, until he got halfway there. At that point, he began to roll low on his Athletic checks, despite having a +7 to them, and slide closer to the edge that overlooked a pool of Lava. Needless to say, the Dwarf died going downriver while screaming "I'm good at this!" At the top of his lungs.
Playing as a level 6 human champion fighter with a little over 60 hp, and Adimantine Plate armor (No critical hits on me) and a shield, plus Periapt of Wound Closure
(Double healing dice and always stable on KOs) . Haven't actually been killed, but I have been knocked out twice, at the moment of writing.
First time - Amazonian Angel Archer/Spearwoman pair (some sort of homebrewed thing) Didn't want us to visit the one that they were "Guarding". Also, the second one was a distance away. My guy took almost a dozen arrows, and then a fireball, when he got "Poofed" away from the scene. He was fine, and so were the others - we managed to get passed them when they found out about a certain demon that they were "protecting" their charge from was loose.
Second time - Ettin on an Ankylosaurus with a bunch of Gnoll archers. Again - bunch of arrows. Then the Ettin blew up (homebrewed explosive plague). Finally, the dinosaur body-slammed me, and then blew up. Luckily, our Wood Elf Inquisitive got out her longbow, lit an arrow on fire, and set the forest on fire, killing all the Gnolls, especially since the one bard had cast a cloud that seriously confused them.
This guy just didnt died because he was a new player, and I gave him a second chance.
I Started Running a D&D campaing, about 1 mounth whith a friend, The Z. Whe had about 5 player, but only The Z really wanted to play. I played about 2 sessions, when one of the guys changed her mind, he was a new player, and was a Edge Lord Tabaxi Rogue.
He had a little sister, and they both were going to buy some things on a shop. I managed to put both him, his sister and the Z, inside a shop. Before he entered the shop, he had already tried to rob a guard, who was stoped loking straight at him, and I needed to explain him why he couldn't do that.
Whe they entered the shop, The Z, wanted to buy a new armor, I said the price, and he wanted to intimidate the Halfling who was selling the Armor. He managed to do it, and he got to pay 3 less for the armor. The Rougue tried to do the same thing, but it didnt worked (because he god a 3), so he tried again, and after succed, he intimidated the Halfling asking: "Please, can you give me this armor for a lower price?".
The Halfling started laughing, me, and the Z too. The Rouge said he wanted to grab the halfling and torture him...
At this moment, Z got out of the shop. After he got a nat 19 on grabbing the halfling he just put the halfling on the table and took the dagger.
The Halfling got up, took his dagger too, and started screaming. Nobody listened. The Rouge said he wanted to drop the halfling on the table again. He rolled a 4 and tried to desengage. It was the turn of the halfling, and in a panic atemp to defend her self, he got a Nat 20 on trowing the dagger and crippling her leg. He got 12 damage on a 9 hp rougue. He got one shoted by a knife on the leg, trowed by a coward halfling.
I said he slamed his head on the ground, and almost died on the impact. I also told that Z, listened the noise of something very heavy being slamed inside the shop. He manage to kill the Halfling and save the Rouge, but the player just didnt want to play anymore. So... his character just slammed the head on the ground, but he is alive... in a coma that might neve end.
Marcelo HomenxMacaco my God, your English needs some grammatical and spelling work.
@@majorasmask5523 I am sorry, I am brazilian ;(
I am not gud writing a whole text, but I thinked it would be nice to share :v
oh, in an old D&D-based videogame i played, Stirges also inflict a "damage-over-time" effect, which can prevent a mage from casting spells unless he gets a REALLY good "concentration" roll.
VERY nasty.
My stupidest player death was when I was playing 4th edition during the Adventure League. I joined in at a party at my local comic book shop where we had a three man party. A wizard, a ranger with scruffy the dog, and me the half-elf warden. As the front liner I charged ahead to keep the party safe. Boy! Did I play the role of the tank well. I couldn't hit a single creature (I cant remember what we fought) and the MVP for damage was Scruffy the loyal animal companion. I was on the ground, 2 death saves, and everyone ran to the dog to save him. I died on the same round they saved the dog.
I made a character whose entire deal was that he secretly wanted to betray and kill the rest of the party. He needed to remove himself from the party without raising suspicion to put his plan in action, so he decided to fake his own death by falling off a ship and fake drowning. Well... he "fell" off the ship, was hit on the head by an oar and knocked out cold, and left to drown for real because the entire party had been on to me for several sessions at this point without me knowing.
Got killed by a flying candlestick literally seconds after walking in the front door of a haunted mansion. A. FLYING. CANDLESTICK.
Second session of the campaign. Level 2 Half-Orc Monk who I had a really fun and interesting back story for, we were in a town surrounded by Orcs with only one way out. Our party all had riding horses (40ft movement speed) I suggest the party ride out immediately with intent to outrun the Orcs. Failing to realise that Horses can actually use the dash action, which would have left me well out of reach of the Orcs and within reach of backup, I was promptly turned into a pin cushion than then promptly rolled off my horse into a moat. I have since learned to keep double triple checking what I can do in ALL situations.
Party running from cultists, we decided to hold them off at a choke point, that happened to be a gun powder storage room, ranger steps forward "cmon bru 1v1 me" cultists *throws torch at gunpowder barrels*
Oh man, I actually have a story for this. It was mine and my cousins first time ever playing a TTRPG. My brother was our DM and we were playing Pathfinder. Well we were both playing dwarfs and dungeon diving in a cave. We inevitably tried to jump across a hole in the ground, failed our athletics checks with natural 1's, and fell into the chasm. We both succeeded in throwing our ropes up and snagging on to some rocks. But, as we climbed, we got nat 1's and our ropes broke. It was a sad time for the DM (he wanted us to live longer), but really made me and my cousin fall in love with the game. We even had the whole thing recorded from my cousins DS (I think 3DS), but it has probably since been lost to time. ; )
The worst and first way was when my party knew they were going to fight some wolves. They put my bard and the warlock up front, as punishment for something that happened previously. The 2 squishiest members of the party we actually killed 3/7 wolves before I got a crit hit by a wolf and died and she got hit by a wolf. The DM said it happened to level 1 characters often but we probably shouldn't have sent the support bard and the warlock up front to our party front line.
In a game of Paranoia. My Trouble Shooter started with a special grenade given him by the R&D team. En route to the starting area of our mission, we ran into some trouble. My character got badly wounded. I lobed my special grenade into a pipe leading to the ambushers. Turn out that it was a Tactical Nuke Hand Grenade. I succeeded at vaporizing the opposition, myself, the whole team, and create a new cave under the city.
Even before the start of the mission, one player was on the third clone of his THIRD family, two where somewhere on their second family, and the rest on the last or second to last clone.
We were traveling on a trail and I got sick, and I shit myself to death .
There's a term in our game group called "punching the dragon", born from our first GM's tale of a truly moronic move from one of his old players. Party encounters the lair of an old black dragon, who is sleeping on top of his horde. The party monk, being wise (since he's a monk), deduced that the best course of action will be to quietly walk past the dragon without touching it, or so much as a single copper coin from its horde.
Quoth the party rogue: "I punch the dragon"
Dragon wakes up and delivers TPK with a single breath attack.
"Punching the dragon" is now a term meaning "doing something that's obviously extremely stupid and likely to get you killed"
An incident from Halo: Reach (not D&D) involving an acetylene tank . . .
I saw a gas bottle.
I like explosions.
I shot the tank.
The regulator popped off.
Nothing else happened.
"Why isn't this exploding?"
I approached the tank.
I punched it.
*BOOM*
Tried to electrocute a gelatinous cube through a door via water on the floor and shocking touch, cube rolled a 20 on it's door attack, barreled through the door, and passively ate me during it's movement. Party couldn't deal with it, and the 3 others now coming down the hallway to the open door, so they did what they could and I was digested before they could pull me out.
My worst death was in a 3.5 D&D campaign, I played a rouge lunar elf, we were in this ancient abandoned temple and I find a secret door protected by a trap but the CD for this trap to disarm was very high so I just kept trying while the cleric healed me, at one point the wizard said "oh come on hurry up!" so I answered "why don't YOU do it?" he said yes... he had a mechanical bear which tried to force the door which was protected by a sacred flame who insta-kill all the non-good character near... guess who was the only Neutral character?
Cast a spell in a setting in which magic was bassically outlawed.
Wasnt exactly made clear until after I had done it and had an entire keep attacking me...
Joined a game, we got tpked my very first session.
Incinerated in one shot via archmage. While I was invisible and had anti divination artifacts.
Put to sleep Before I could even take a turn.Then killed after our wild barb had a surge that killed a lot of our own crew causing them to attack us alongside the enemy.
“On the plus side, the party invented popcorn”
Nice
One of my older characters, a barbarian or a fighter I think, was walking into a (unbeknownst to me) boss arena. Of course, the boss, being an ancient dragon, was absent, but his arena huge. It had serious Iudex Gundyr feels, so I knew it was an arena. My character noticed with a good perception check something dark in the center. However, when I said I wanted to take a closer look, even try to touch it, and rolled a 3 on investigation, the dragon landed on me. The DM wasn’t going to kill me for it, but I was too embarrassed to keep the character around.
Was DMing for some friends, I'm brand new to DMing, one asks "Can I use mend on my friend?" I ask what it does, he replies it heals 1d8 health and is a cantrip, lies, it was for fixing weapons and he said that afterwards, turned his friend into a metal skeleton that can upgrade himself with metal bars and a blacksmith until the spell wears off in 2 sessions, all upgrades are perm, I feel like I handled the situation well and they're at least having fun
I saw a fully heavy armored character tell the DM he wanted to jump onto this boat at a harbor. The DM pointed out that the boat was 20 feet away via the grid and that the water seemed deep. He said, yea he’ll jump it. The DM said he could roll, and he jumped into the deep water and drowned in his heavy armor.
dumbest death was having been chased up a castle tower. blocked the door long enough to make a rope out of bed sheets. failed my climb and free fell. went splat right next to the new player who was just about to join.
Had a party member die in my session today. We had just escaped from prison, but the walls were enchanted to make escapees glow and leave glowing footprints behind. Warlock makes a successful arcana check and learns we can make a potion to fix this from salt, flour, and blood. We had salt and flour, but we didn't have nearly enough blood to cover all of us. (Especially hard since I was a Warforged and didn't bleed and another character was an Earth Genasi and we ruled earlier he bled sand).
So our Earth Genasi has a brilliant plan, he got a cloak earlier that allowed one to turn into a sentient pool of blood and slip around (Think Vladimir's ability in League of Legends) He turns into a pool of blood, and we mix in the salt and flour. Unfortunately, what we didn't know was that this didn't just end the jail break effect. It also turned his now made of magical blood body into a lesser anti-magic potion. This essentially destroyed his cloak and left him as a bool of blood. He proceeded to fail a 2 constitution saving throws and an intelligence saving throw, but on the bright side we now had plenty of potion to remove the glowing jailbreak effect.
"tripped over my old character's body and broke my neck" reminds me of a silly video, "100 ways to die in Team Fortress 2", where several characters died from tripping over corpses...
I am not the player, but the DM. I had a player whose character survived having his arm ripped off by a ballista bolt in the previous story arc, but halfway through the current story arc, they rolled a 100 on a random encounter table, which just so happened to be the most dangerous encounter on the road, a pack of hungry dire wolves comes across the players eying their horses. The players put up a fight, but the character who ended up dying was being dragged away by the dire wolf, while another player was trying to chase it down. He survived a ballista to be killed by random wolves. I guess the overworld was dangerous.
The guy who lost 3 characters to tripping and breaking their necks 😂😂
I got one of those "Are you sure you want to do that" deaths. Player in my campaign wants to climb a sheer cliff. As a mage with no discernible strength whatsoever. His plan for not falling to his death? He'll tie a rope around the elf who will also climb up. The elf isn't very strong either. What follows could have easily been a Three Stooges skit. After i ask them if they're really, really, really sure the elf climbs first with the mage second. Since it's a big cliff they get to make several checks. Mage passes the first, elf doesn't. But the mage rolls a nat 20 on the saving roll, thereby saving both of them and the elf "only" takes a 20 ft tumble and subsequent crash into the cliff side. They continue and both roll incredibly well for 2 of the 3 rolls to get up. The mage fails on the last throw and, being in front now, does the same maneuver crashing into the cliff side. But the elf fails his save and they both take a tumble. The mage lands on the ground with 2 hp left and the elf lands right on top of him. Now the mage is pancakes and the elf, due to being very light weight, didn't even take 10 damage from the whole ordeal.
Tl;Dr: When your DM asks you "Are you sure", reconsider.
We were playing a set of new characters (as you may know, it can take upwards of half an hour to roll a character from scratch). I made up a cleric. (I almost always made myself the cleric, so I'd know where to go for the "Cure Light Wounds" spell.) Unfortunately for me, I rolled a 1 for hit points, and my Constitution wasn't high enough to give me any bonus to hit points, so I was a first-level cleric with one hp. We, being first level characters, of course had no magic, so nobody in the party had healing potions. The DM asked which god I would be a cleric of, and I told him I would choose a certain Norse god. He asked what ASPECT of the god I would choose to highlight. Wanting to be a cleric with good fighting skills, I chose the aspect of war.
The dungeon was humor-based. In the first room where we found ourselves, we were tasked with finding a way out of the room. The only way out turned out to be to walk through a "cursed" door that would magically hit the character passing through the door in the face with a banana cream pie... for one hit point damage. I tried to duck the pie, but that failed; it was a magic door, so the hit was automatic.
I landed face down on the stone floor of the dungeon's hall and died there because nobody could heal me, as I was the ONLY cleric in the party. The rest of the party divided up my stuff, and thus ended my night of gaming. I sat on the host's couch and watched cartoons with his kids until the rest of the guys broke for the night.
Everyone except the half orc barbarian had a ring of feather fall. The entire campaign he kept saying "you'll never need featherfall". We were trying to steal an airship, and a death knight comes out from below deck with a large group of skeletons.
I threw a bag of alchemists fire and pints of oil and ignited the ship.
We all jump off the ship and feather fall to the ground below. The barbarian is stuck on a burning ship full of undead.
He rolled a new half Orc barbarian next session.
I once burned down an orphanage with me inside it because I forgot mimics couldn’t talk
Middle of a military (mind you the DM is someone who's roommate is an MP who ate the proverbial book) campaign with characters that were carrier soldiers but the DM wouldn't let us take soldier backgrounds even though some of our classes (because, you know, balanced parties are a thing) didn't give us access to relevant knowledge skills to make up for any holes in player knowledge AND he's being a stickler about meta-knowledge.
So, we're running through a city filled with our enemies who have been there for a while and fortified/trapped the place. My character, who does not have the knowledge skills opens a door and hears a click... I take one look at the horrified look on the roommate's face and slam the door shut, triggering what was essentially a brick of C4.
Should have been a TPK at that point, but instead of losing the game that had been going for several months at this point, the DM let the other players scream meta-knowledge at me and retconned it.
I don't think anyone really picked up on the point I was trying to make.
As a hybrid Gunslinger-Alchemist Grenadier.
My party picked a fight with fire elementals, a large AoE fire spell was used and I failed my dex save in a spectacular way; all the fuses for my 10+ bombs, plus 3 and a half kilos of gunpowder caught fire.
I made the math and took about 40ish d10 of fire damage. I wasn't even mad, what a way to go.
Character lays on random mattress in dungeon. Swarm of spiders comes out. Several rounds later we had a dead rouge laying on a flaming mattress with a war forged yelling daddy and poking him*
As a DM, I accidentally killed three of the males in the party. I had a Nymph quietly wake up the two females in the party, they yelled and woke up the whole party. When the men rushed in, I tried to save them by stating it's to dark to see the female talking to the women, and the NPC shouted don't look at me!. Mage casted a light spell. This Nymph if seen by men had two effects. Blindness if the Nymph was clothed and death if she was nude. I rolled to see if she was nude and she was. I had all the men roll saving throws to see if they was looking at the Nymph three of them was they failed their saving throws. One of them rolled a Nat 1, so he tripped and knocked the only male that didn't die down which helped him save.
Of course the party was pissed, but I tried to warn them.
I was once confronted by a Homebrew Tornado Dragon in a Monster Hunter themed campaign, I was a Grung Druid who has a habit of turning monsters into worms with Polymorph and eating them in his wild shape form to kill them, much to the annoyance of the players. Also for some background My DM was a person who just got into D&d through me as a dm, so he was prone to forget monsters had things and stuff, including legendary resistance. So when I’m up in the air and try to pull this stunt once more, he legendary reisitinces it and
I died due to 40d20 thunder damage.
My character? No, no. I was a rogue that waited for our fighter to be asleep and our cleric to be "on patrol" before testing to see if this magic necklace was cursed or not by placing it on said fighter... it was a "choking choker" named by our sadistic DM. It was removable only after the fighter had silently died of asphyxiation. Knowing the cleric, whom had already told me NOT to touch it, would be upset I replaced the necklace among his belongings and pretended to go back to sleep. Unfortunately it was the fighter's turn for patrol... the cleric was not fooled.
And this is why all my characters, Are from a settlement, that re-apears trough out history, every 5000 years, in every timeline and every kind of world
Didn't happen to me but a "friend." He was "playing" a bard, badly. no songs no inspiration no spells, up till then he played sword and boards. he did convince the DM since hsi character came from a particular place he should be proficient with a weapon from that place. He chose an exotic spear (high damage but it wasn't a normal use weapon), that was meant for cavalry. First combat encounter he ran into the middle of combat and got splattered across the wall by one of the enemies since he was a bard.
I was playing a star wars campaign. Was playing a Wookie and decided to try and ride 2 speeder bikes at once. Well I rolled a natural 1 to try and ride the bikes, then I rolled a 1 on my dexterity check to dodge the incoming tree. I then blew up and died instantly. I was probably the strongest in battle, and this was right before a big fight. My entire party got wiped EXCEPT for our ewok. He lived on through the rest of the series and became the first Ewok jedi, Guppa Nuppa. Guppa is his name, and Nuppa is his game.
My fire genasi monk got his brain eaten by a mind flayer. He was stunned at like 10HP and said “do you worst”. Those were his last words as he took like 70 damage which dropped him to below double his maximum health and died. They did their worst alright
Not me but my SO had a half orc barbarian named Edgar(pronounced Ed Gar). Edgar was an absolute beast on the battlefield due to high stat rolls and one or two homebrew abilities bequeathed by the DM in order to keep up with our spellcasters' (plural). Edgar's main goal was to kill increasing large monsters on a semi regular basis at the behest of his patron which earned him the name "The Living Breach" which led to some entertaining moments when a bandits would recognize him or the party. Cue the death scene. The party encounters some bandits rifling through a wagon on the road and as is tradition, we proceed to bust up their shindig. We take out most of the bandits except one terrified bandit fighter who is dueling with Edgar. Now the party cleric and I (monk) decide to just let Edgar deal with this guy so we start stripping down bodies as we watch. What proceeds to happen is something straight out of a LARP session set to the tune of Benny Hill because of a series of Nat 1s by both Edgar and this bandit. The culmination of this clusterfuck is the moment the bandit manages to hit multiple crits while Edgar was on the ground causing lethal damage. Needless to say everyone including the DM were absolutely stunned but found it hilarious because, instead of the grand death we all expected of The Living Breach, he died after falling on his ass and stabbed to death by a guy who I'm pretty sure had peed himself beforehand.
Thief emptying chamber of loot by dropping out of the window for party below begins throwing the weapons from a large cabinet down at them for them to catch.
Helper in room then throws me out window, and throws large weapons cabinet out the window, on top of me.
In this one campaign I was playing an air genasi bard (lvl 1) that performed with his brother in dance fighting acts. My GM had a house rule that if you got a nat 1 you would take 1d4 damage. So we ended up going into cave as part of a group and found a few locked doors. I, being the only one with tools and the skill to open the doors, got to work. First check nat 1 and took some damage. Tried again and opened the door. The rest of my group went in the room first and fought some shadows while I shot arrows in the hallway (taking no damage from combat). Some members of the group were hurt but nothing too bad. On to the next room, door also locked. Tried to open it, nat 1. At this point I'm at 3hp. Another check and the door is open but there is a slight magical barrier. My brother and other when in the room first. My brother failed his CON save and went down because the room was filled with poisonous gas and then was dragged out by the other person. Being able to hold my breath forever, I went in and found a locked chest. I tried to open it and of course, nat 1 and got a 4 for the damage. So I went down and choked to death on the poisonous air while the group waited for me to come back. So, that is how my professional acrobat character died from being clumsy
A past GM with which we played D&D 3.5 had... well, several mental issues, but most of them gender and sex related. In his games there were no ugly women, period.
I was rolling a massive 2'5 m. orc barbarian, level 12 or so but could consistently solo adult dragons.
My friend's character was a 1 m. goblin sniper of sorts that had to prostitute herself to make more money (yeah, I know, GM's fetish). The thing is, GM applied his sexual obsessions to out characters, and according to him the goblin had 120-HH breasts because "you rolled way too high Charisma", and my orc had to have a dick as proportionately big as his mind devised, so he was 40 cm or so.
Why am I telling you these details, you might ask? Well, after a serious fight my character was left on the brink of death and my friend wanted to heal me, but as the goblin knew no magic or miracles she could only use ointments and the like.
GM makes her roll for the effects of a "healing lotion" that she had, "oh my, it seems that it wasn't only a healing salve, it is also an absurdly strong aphrodisiac. You two start banging like rabbits. Orc, roll Strength". Natural 20. "You get so erect that your penis grows to almost 50 cm (I know, absurd) and you fuck her so fiercely that you break through her guts, your penis perforates her lungs, it gets to the skull and starts pressing her brains out. Her eyes explode out of the sockets and her body is torn in half by your cock."
Yes, you have read it right, the motherfucker argued that a dick could be so strong and long that it would physically kill her. Of course, we told him to fuck off, but being the sick bastard that he was dead PCs were dead, and he even prohibited us from resurrecting the goblin because "her body is too mangled to do so".
God, how happy we are now that we don't play with people that belong in an asylum.
Had a campaign where my first character, a Half-Orc Bard named Gre-Gore-Ri, was actually working for the main villain in secret. Halfway through he managed to pull the ultimate j-bait and got all of the party in jail while he got off Scott free. He became a reaccuring villain that I got to play, and every time he showed up he was stronger then before. Now comes time for the big showdown. I managed to knock down three of the five PC characters during our last encounter, so I was frothing at the mouth to be the cause of a player death, even if Gre-Gore-Ri did die at the end... Got hit with hold person and couldn’t break out of it throughout the entire fight. The BBEG used all his legendary actions trying to keep me alive while the monk wailed on me. Gre-Gore-Ri didn’t do a single molecule of damage and ended up getting his head popped right off his shoulders. It’s still the Monk’s favorite DnD Moment.
Had a alchemist gnome who made allot of exploding rockets he liked to fire at enemies . He kept dozens of them in his backpack. One time he was hit by a fireball which ignited all his rockets. He was then rocket propelled through the air and exploded in a blast of fireworks.
My character has died 4 times in this campaign... it’s been rough for my Aasimar Assassin rogue, Ronan...
Thank god for my warlock party member who’s revived me so many times 😂
A local tabletop game shop I went to has a wall full of character sheets with memorable deaths written on them. Funniest one is simply "Ate by a Goldfish". I asked about it and turns out the character got eaten by Sylgar. Sadly, that's all I know as I was not given more context than eaten by the insane Beholder's goldfish.
not me, but caused it. playing a half-giant barbarian when the rogue was having trouble picking the lock on a manor door. I somehow snuck through the empty house and was planning on just opening the door from the inside, but big barbarian brain said it would be cooler to kick the door open and everyone would like me. door flew open and killed the rogue who was now trying to jimmy the lock with a dagger. the dagger went into his head as the door hid his body from my view. everyone at the table and in game was just quiet for about five minutes. the same player eventually made another rogue for traps and loot unlocking, but it's much easier to let the half-giant use his battering ram on doors.
I Got Killed Via Orbital bombardment In a Starwars RP.
It was a forum based game with the Old republic (My side) holding the line against the Sith.
We held the 2nd trenchline until a star destroyer started just shelling the Field and the republic calls a retreat.
I type in me running away and I get a message saying I'm dead, no roles, no prior DM Interaction just straight up killed.
Mermaid bard in the middle of the sea because I was on board the enemy ship to support my team. Got hit with some kind of stunning spell I don't remember, and then all of the enemies started casting fireball ON THEIR OWN SHIP.
The only thing that character got to do in her only ever session was to buff the monk. Monk survived btw.
Was playing with a few co-workers. We entered a cavern with a large lake. My character was a air genasi paladin. I decided to wade into the lake seeing how I can hold my breath indefinitely. Little did I know this was a lair to an aboleth. Said aboleth decided to mind control me. A will save fail later I am attacking my party. I all but take down my party alone passing grapple checks and strength checks with ease. We finally fend off the aboleth and i snap out of my mind control. Our fighter was pissed and rolled really high attack rolls and used action surge to attack me 4 times in a row. Rolled max damage and my paladin was struck down.
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Back in high school we were playing 2nd Edition (this was 1990 or 1991 I think). We were a relatively large group that particular evening. I mostly remember who was there, but I don't remember what each player was playing as for that game. There was David, our DM. Me, of course. My friends Ryan, Konrad, and Laird. Laird's friend Aaron. I think Konrad's brother Heath joined us that session too. And then there was Laird's friend Tim. Ahhhh, Tim. Tim was the one in the group who ALWAYS seemed to make the wrong choices. We were in a dungeon crawl this particular session. Average character level was about 5th IIRC. David describes what we all recognized as a basilisk. The DM gave us all one round to do something before the basilisk sees us. Me: "I avert my gaze." Laird: "I avert my gaze." Aaron: "I avert my gaze. Konrad: "I avert my gaze." Heath: "I avert my gaze." Ryan: "I avert my gaze." . . . And then Tim: "I look right at it!"
Cue the other seven people at the table collectively face palming. David says: "The basilisk senses your presence and turns to look directly at you. Tim! Roll a saving throw versus petrification!" Tim rolled . . . And he failed. So Tim's character was instantly turned to stone. The rest of us fought the basilisk and, after a hard fought battle, slew the beast without any more casualties. The stone statue that was once Tim's character was too heavy to carry around for the rest of the adventure, so we just left him there. I looked at the DM and I said, "We're going to need another Timmy!" Which caused the entire table to burst out laughing. All except Tim, who was now erasing his character sheet so that he can roll up a new character.
(FYI, the phrase "We're going to need another Timmy" was a line from Jim Henson's Dinosaurs, which was quite popular on TV at the time.)
Failed to balance in a canoe-like vessel and fell into the water wearing full armor failed to get back into the canoe -shouldn't have tried to stand up to yell at another player.
I accidentally Leroy Jenkins’d into a room after hearing nothing at the door.
Well, I heard nothing because the 15 orc guards inside the barrack were asleep. They were no longer asleep after I “kicked in the door” with a Nat 1 stealth check. I was no longer alive when I rolled a 5 on my initiative roll , ending up 12th in the battle order. Being the only enemy in sight didn’t help...
I, echo-knight dragon born fighter, shot my bard friend because he stole a shit ton of money from me. So the barb in our party reduced me to 4 health. After that my moorbounder mount made me hit a branch which did exactly 4 damage, killing me...
My Warlock in Princes of the Apocalypse had a severe alcohol addiction and was tricked by the water cult to open kegs full of alcohol only to be grabbed and eventually drowned by whiskey flavored water weirds.
This is the best way that I can describe it: party of 3 in a west marches session vs a terrasque. I was the filler. That's fine...However my other two party members were a practical 'profesional' stealth archer, along with a pure barb(that was obvi unkillable)...needless to say, my PC was more RP oriented & thus died within the fourth round. Sorc/ Bard wombo if you'e curious.
Just got into dnd and my character, a dwarf forge domain cleric, is extremely racist to elves to the point that i make a point of demanding to know what race anyone we meet is to know whether or not i show why my characters last name is ballbreaker. Anyways we were staying in a small plague infested town when an elderly elf women came to us asking us to find her husband. As soon as my dwarf say her ears the gloves came off and it took 3 other party members to hold me back while our warlock made her invisible after talking to her outside with my dwarf screaming every elven slur in the book at her. When the warlock came back inside my dwarf demanded to know where she was when the warlock said that he vaporized her. For the rest of the session my dwarf was his personal servant and bodyguard.
Not me but another player in our campaign. We're in what seemed to be a mine and are investigating an unknown creature. We encounter a couple of goblins no big deal and find piles of salt here and there in the tunnels. Encounter the creature and fail to identify it. Our monk decide to attack with is bare hands. The DM repeat after him ''with your bare hands?'' He replied : ''Yes with my bare hands''. The creature happen to be salt mummy. When touched you have to succeed a DC 19 fortitude save throw. If not you take 4d6 of damaged. Our monk happens to be level one... Failed save throw.
My DM told me that the group was just too large for him to handle, and asked if I'd mind stepping back for a while.
I elected to go out in a blaze of glory.
I had already made a deal with Bel that required me to kill a follower of Tiamat, so I challenged Arkhan the Cruel to single combat.
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In my own dnd game (the first and only one I've played so far), my character's died at least five times, two of which I remember were really stupid. My character's a centaur fighter who had become a symbiote with an evil god-like being by the time of her second death (she was chaotic good, but releasing that thing was an accident).
The team of five heroes had formed a new kingdom and decided to take over a certain town we didn't know "belonged" to an evil kingdom run by an evil necromancer. We had thought we made peace with her, but she decided to get rid of us anyway. We had captured on of her agents and found out that in the upcoming battle, she would be upon a nearby cliff to oversee everything. During the battle, I forgot about that little piece of information. My character saw the necromancer's chariot come onto the field and decided to take it out. She cleaves through dozens of enemies to discover that the chariot was filled with explosives. She gets blown to pieces as well as dozens of enemy troops within the blast radius. The evil being that co-inhabitated her mind managed to save her and stitch her body back together.
Second time around, our kingdom had grown much bigger and my character and others had started families. We end up going to war with undead from the north and I ended up costing the battle within a few roles (as well as almost breaking the universe and bringing about the death of another character). My character rides a dragon into battle in order to take out undead generals from above (special magic allowed me to turn into a human when I needed to). The enemy also have a dragon and I get knocked of my dragon. I attempt to fly back, but I get sniped out of the sky just to be surrounded by four VERY strong undead generals. I take out two before they spear my dumb butt into the ground. Thanks to evil symbiote, even though I'm technically dead I'm aware of what's going on. Undead leader comes to turn me.
To make a longer story short: I bargain with another God-like being to help me, this time an angel of light. Bad decision. Takes over my body and wants to make war with demons in a battle that could potentially destroy the world. My character asks for help from anyone, and the universe answers. I'm sent back in time to just before I make the deal with the angel and I decided to just sit tight while I become undead. Wake up to find myself alone, now with two VERY angry god-like beings in my head fighting each other. I travel back home to find out what happened. I was told I killed many of our men and forced everyone to retreat. Found out one of our group (who was a minor god) had sacrificed himself for the whole time rewind thing (he ended up going back in time to the god wars and sacrificing himself to save his brother).
My character was now half undead with two god-like beings who hated each other trying to win her over, and her dumb choices ended up getting a close friend killed. Messed me and my character up for a while.
On the bright side, I managed to bring back the friend, I'm now symbiotes with the angel who I've convinced to not take over my mind, we defeated the undead (and I'm no longer undead, but I have a daughter who got the powers of the undead because she was born while my character was cursed), and we managed to go 10 years without starting or getting into major conflicts.
One person used wild magic. Rolled a 90, summoned a god dragon. GM said “super concentrated blast.” Everyone looked around scared. I was low health so I took shelter in a house. Dragon knew I was there somehow. He blasted me with acidic breath along with lightening and random hail drops. I was -495 health. Session ended. My monk was deleted.
Tried to use dispel magic to free a paladin from evil mind control while he charged at my very squishy wizard.
He was not being mind controlled.
Playing a lighthearted mini campaign as a half-orc bard named Officer Party Rock. Party ends up on a deserted island in the Fairy Kingdom. Party finds a warning written in the sand “beware the wheelers”. Party ignores said warning and has a picnic. Party discovers that “the wheelers” are a pair of wheeled rock golems named High Riser and Low Rider (described as being like sentient monster trucks). Party fights the wheelers. Officer Party Rock decides to use a key he found to “key” the last of the wheeler brothers. Rolls a nat 1. Low Rider goes next and charges Officer Party Rock. Officer Party Rock is run over and fucking dies. But don’t worry, the party wizard (a sentient loaf of bread named Bag-el) performed CPR after the fight, and Officer Party Rock got to work on his tan.
Not my player but I was in the party: In our parties fledgling campaign during our 3rd session, following some combat with some kobolds, our party stumbled upon some gas spores. They are mushrooms which when ruptured inflict a nasty effect if you fail a constitution save. This effect reads that an affected party member will roll a d12 and add your CON modifier to determine how long they have to live without intervention. One of my party members had a horribly stated character. And he had a negative one CON modifier. Upon failing his CON save he rolled a D12 to determine how many hours he had to live. He rolled a Nat 1. Upon rolling the DM and affected party member both concluded that by rolling 1 and having a negative 1 in CON he should immediately die. Thus the noble and childlike Rat, (which was his full name) and his familiar, (also named Rat(who was a demon masquerading as a rat)) met an untimely end.