It would only be if he is liquered up though At least my take on such Or if your being generous id say poisons that usually have a - 2 modifier be considered to weak to affect the barbarian should you let the poison sit in his system now Multiple random things Of course minor poison immunity But with the poison in his system Let's say when the barbarian takes a blow that would be considered a gushing wound the blood can hurt allies and enemies in a cone radius 5 feet where then save vs poison either damage or effect Any venous wounds eventually i would imagine his blood would get on his blade inadvertently poisoning it for a short duration
definitely not, there's two types of champion drinkers out there: 1. the type that aren't affected(boring!) 2. the type that get tipsy from the smell of the most watered down ales out there and still drink the first type into a coma(woo!)
@@themoagoddess1820 I played a dwarf way of the drunken master monk, he would get hammered just smelling alcohol but had a con of 22 (thank you magic book) was hilarious getting into drinking contests then a nice bar brawl due to taking the improvised weapon feat 🤣
Can we just appreciate the dragon? You know he's going to gossip about a barbarian who just willingly took three draughts of his poison and lived. Every poison based dragon on the continent will probably know Futon's name by week's end.
I just pictured that Burt Kreischer story The machine. Just that part at the end when he sees the cop. "so... I understand you are the iron stomach... Tonight you party with me."
Futon: *casually downs three shots of a worse drink than pure methanol* well I'll be on my way! Dragon: *contemplates life* and I thought I was tough sh*t
I kinda feel bad for the dragon, like. From his perspective, he’s an unstoppable beast with an extremely deadly poison, he hasn’t had to worry about any serious intruders for who knows how long because when they try to take his treasure because they’d be dead by the time they touch it. And then this fricking goliath comes in, takes the book, and casually downs 3 shots of poison almost like it was nothing. Imagine how that dragon must have doubted his abilities afterwards
The logical conclusion is "There's something truly remarkable about that guy... best avoid his worst while studying him... OR if that one lousy book is all he wants, leave him well enough in peace." There are some who philosophize that when two meet in contest or battle, and neither of them dies, they are forever entwined in some meta-physical bond. There are myriad tales of bitter enemies who found that weird link after whatever war or conflict had originally set them across the field of battle from each other... maybe not exactly becoming friends, but sort of like brothers. This "respect" could be played out later between Futon and the particular Black Dragon later in-game to great theatrical effect... ;o)
More like a 3 cup challenge since the barbarian was the only one who actually drunk anything. To be honest, the title is clickbait as this is not what happened.
@@ATSucks1 You mean eager, right? The fact that the dragon didn't drink anything, nor was it a drinking competition. That was why the title was click bait and very inaccurate.
Nice story. I like dragons acting like they are above even the plot. That dragon gave away the book because he said he would if this impossible task was completed and he stuck to his word despite whatever plot reason he had the book.
For a dragon that old, giving that away could be a reason to venture out into the world to retrieve it at a later date once those mortals have perished and have a good time doing it, they really do work on a different time scale to most dnd player races
@@TheDefirion also it was probably concerned if it killed him it would have a pissed of newly ascended god after it cause any man who can easily survive that much poison of such a high potency without a break deserves godhood
Agreed, though I want to know what the "poison" was in the cup because the story kept stating acid black dragon. Was it just the acid or was it homebrew where the dragon also had a poison attack as well.
@@chillcannongames5758 Apparently it was a homebrew poison according to the OP in another thread. Too bad, because it would have been better of it was acid.
Wow drinking a dragon under the table, thats sounds like when I tricked a lich to play a game of black jack with a deck of many things with him as the dealer.
@@MercuryA2000 had to make a dex and a deception check at disadvantage being that the lich has a high level of understanding on magic. Thankfully the bards illusions helped out a bit so instead of needing a perfect 20 on both I only needed an 16 or higher.
I think the DM was a little annoyed that the drunk barbarian survived three shots of poisons with more difficult each time... He expected that the group fight the dragon or try to sneak veeery careful with rollchecks, thats why they finished early
I had a drinking game with man named Sanguine, But a dragon? Damn. Now, my weretiger would have his fur spike due to the potency of the toxic cocktail. Then promptly wonder if he could use it to cook. Like how using rad scropion glands to make casserole. Gives a good smoky flavor. Be sure to have those antidotes on hand
@@khajiitimanus7432 1st... just a bit of teasing, dude... take another look over both our last posts... You referred to blood-alcohol content, and I simply reversed to "alcohol-blood" content, suggesting blood in his alcohol... rather than the other way round... 2nd... just consider a moment, why would someone name a god of debauchery "Sanguine" if the term "sanguine" translates to "blood" literally... (?) Try paying attention so I don't have to explain the joke... if you don't care. ;o)
I Never understood why people end sessions early because of completed goals. This wasn't a one-shot, why not just improvise the rest of the session? Even if it's just 3 hours of Tavern madness
From my own experience, while some people can improv full sessions well, there are a few of us DMs who can't. (To be fair, as a DM, you'll be forced to improv at least a little bit.) We need SOMETHING to work with. It also sounds like they were on a structured quest. If that book was part of a larger campaign, the rest of the quest may have not been mapped out.
PFFT HIS NAME IS FUTON? hahahahaha! Oh Yirbel liiiives indeed! but hey! If theres anything i’ve learned from my campaign, ITS ALWAYS FEAR THE DRUNKS!!!!
I like Imagining after he left the dragon inspected the poison and say “this is the right poison ya it's pottent enough to kill 80 elefants with just one drop how did he like that ”
This reminds me of my Druid and his crazy luck... It happened in my as today most memorable D&D 3.5 / Pathfinder table, the DM is perhaps the smartest guy I know and all the table my best friends from college. So I joined this table because I was staying late one night at college, I had played a couple of sessions with some guys from the table before and had heard quite a lot of this story running for a couple of years already, but some players had just stopped showing up. That night I approached the DM and table and asked if I could join. They were very welcoming and said sure, I'd be starting at level 1 while the party was already some levels ahead. I decided to go for a Druid by the name of Andrien and his then lion cub Sidero, who through his backstory ended up in what was known as "The Last Port on the World" looking to grow stronger and having heard of a tournament held in that city, which is where the party was at while I arrived to the city. First thing Andrien did was to head straight to the tavern, where the tavern keeper did the proper thing and asked "What will you have to drink?". Feeling bold and in one of his not very wise moments, he replied "Give me something that'll make a Dwarf sick." Black Claw, the tavern keeper, smirked and brought to him a strange concoction "On the house, try our Seven Dragons". The question by my DM should've warned me "Do you drink it?", and I was like "Sure, worst case I'll wake up in a strange setting." The DM then asked that dreaded question that back then I didn't know was some serious warning "Are you sure?" he asked, and I went ahead like "Yeah, I drink it in one gulp". The DM nodded and handed me a D20, back then I still had no set of dices yet, and told me "You need a twenty or you're dead." I gulped, but nonetheless rolled. We all stared at the dice as it jumped on the metal table, before it landed on a Natural 20. Cheers from my friends congratulating me, and the master smiled, nodding approvingly. "You drink, it's harsh to the throat but there's something else... You feel something strange coursing your blood. OC: Put a note somewhere, you drank the Seven Dragons and lived, this'll come up sometime later. Black Claw looks at you surprised: Well, I'll be, from now on you are the Second Dragon... Tell me, lad, want a job?" Obviously my instinct was to ask who was the First Dragon "Oh, we'll find out later." Told me the DM and proceeded to introduce me to "The Rope", a shady organization that very appropriately held strings everywhere. Thing is, Andrien didn't live too long after that, having met the party they went to a forest, had an encounter with faeries, and threw himself in a fight with a Troll... Well, he didn't live long as Andrien, because when my character died, I asked the DM if I could roll to see if I reincarnated somehow. Mind this, I didn't know the spell existed, but the DM said "Sure, go for it, if you get over 90 you'll reincarnate." And there went another crazy lucky roll. Many, MANY episodes later, the party was separated after what could only be described as a magical nuclear bomb, kidnapped by the Amazing Shadow (A recurring... uh, I still don't know what character archetype he fits into) a dragon that turned out to be the father of our Rogue's fiancee, into another dimension. From there we escaped into the "Infinite Library", a place with, well, infinite knowledge. One thing led to another, I took levels on Master of Many Forms, and by the time we escaped, I had two fun forms: White Dragon for fights (And here is where the Seven Dragons drink manifested), and Cockroach for spying. When we escaped the infinite library, we had gone wiser, smarter, and not that much older, and had formed a plan to fix the mistakes we had done in the past so that we stood a chance to fight the real baddies, by going back in time 3 years. First we secured the treasure hoard from our Rogue's fiancee, with my character turned white dragon doing the heavy lifting... We did some crazy math, but about a million and some GPs were carried and we barely made a dent to her hoard. Then we began to secretly set everything so that things would go better for us, but without realizing it, we were actually filling plot points we hadn't realized had happened that led us to where we were... Suddenly, everything made sense, but we still had to recruit the boss of a powerful organization that held strings everywhere... So Valko walks into the "Last Port on the World" and heads to the tavern accompanied by his lion Sidero. "What will you have to drink?" Asks Black Claw, I smiled to my GM, a nostalgic feeling filling me as I remembered that first night a couple years before. "Give me something that'll make a Dwarf sick."... Guess who was The First Dragon.
Okay, I really love this story. Like, thought-provoking and emotional are fun, but this is kind of like the essence of D&D boiled down into eight minutes of narration.
@@waitwhat238 Correct. However, “shot for shot” suggests that the Goliath had a literal drinking competition with a dragon. Would’ve been just as funny hearing of a dragon getting knocked out after 10 rounds of Spirytus Stawski.
Notes from a NG human Idiot; Greetings from lovely Restenford(we've been preparing for our Tithing trip here, so we're ok...)! I like this Barbarian! He's a very simple sort and would get on well at The Drunken Minotaur. Can you picture a party having Futton The Adamantine Stomach, Ashotan the Gray Necromancer, Oohgi the Honorary Dwarf and The Legendary Archer? THAT would be an intresting group for an Upper Noble to guilde.... May your pantheon ever favor you(especially in these trying times) Baron Trevelyan of Restenford
Kidna think the dragon quit it job packed his stuff ran away got another job at accounting devolp a gambling problem and spent his life mellowing over what is he doing with his life XD
Reminds me of the game session I played a Barbarian Minotaur and I had a drinking contest with a fellow player that was a Satyr Bard. The DM tried so hard for us to quit the drinking contest but we kept rolling up so high and well, that DM thought we were using loaded dice. We became fast friends and great drinking rivals, and our only true adversary... the tavern drinking tab we rolled up.
In my friend's campaign world there are several hero classes with drinking skills, of which I've made a couple. They would LOVE to have a drinking contest with Futon- heck, they'll even buy a round for the house. Good for both OP and Dm for letting things play out like they did.
I would have given the barbarian some kind of ability to deal with, or even benefit from poison after that because that is the kind of thing I do as a DM.
I don't think you can even get mad as a GM if your players pulled this off. "How did they beat your campaign?" "The barbarian drank 3 cups of the dragon's poison" "Was the barbarian trying to sacrifice himself?" "Nah, he just thought he was getting strong liquor for free"
You gotta love DMs that are like that. I was in a game that I played a halfling thief and were in an enemy city. Myself and our groups other rogue went to observe the guards and rolled great stealth checks until the other rogue tripped on a stone and alerted the guards who sent hounds towards the noise and we booked it back to the tavern the group was using as a hideout. We managed to role just high enough to get back with enough stealth that the hounds didn’t find our hide out and the dm was disappointed that we avoided combat but just roles with it.
I personally am against drinking, being 24 now and still not having had my first drink. The only time I ever had any amount of alcohol enter my system was only a few months ago and was severely exhausted from a virus I caught (not the corona virus!), not having been able to get any decent sleep as I had a terrible cough and stuffy nose that made it extremely difficult for me to breathe. My dad, seeing how miserable I was, suggested I try drinking a bit of alcohol to help clear up my sinuses or something. Being so desperate for any amount of relief from my illness, I actually considered the idea but was extremely hesitant. My dad grabbed a shot glass and only poured less than a centimetre and told me to just dip a finger in it and taste it to make sure I liked it. I barely dipped my pinkie in it to get as little as possible and took several minutes trying to overcome my hesitation to try it. When I finally did put it to my tongue, I reeled back in disgust with myself for trying alcohol even though I didn't even taste it. My dad just laughed at my reaction and put the alcohol away. He's well aware of how much I am against drinking and only offered it to me because he wanted to help me get some sleep finally after going a week or two without proper rest. I kinda want to include my hatred for alcohol in a game when I finally get the chance to play. I think it'd be funny to be the one person in a party who can't drink and actually gets sick just holding a glass, especially if I end up in a party with someone who really loves to drink.
I was playing a goliath zealot barbarian at about level 11. We had just rolled into this town that was in the path of a gnoll witherling horde. Vadrun, my goliath zealot, went to the tavern for a pre-battle drink and told the bartender the equivalent of "F**k me up, fam." Enter pure, unadulterated white lightning. Downed half a pint, rolled a nat 1 and turned around before faceplanting on the floor for about 2 minutes. Ended up making molotov cocktails with it. Great stuff.
I have a story from my current pathfinder 1e campaign. The players are a dwarven druid, half orc inquisitor, halfling bard and a cat folk anti paladin. They were around level 6 or 7 and put up against an adult silver dragon. Before getting to the dragon' lair they came across a distillery that had a special brew of what they called Dragon Whiskey. They bought enough to hopefully get the dragon drunk and take care of him that way. Now silver dragons arent prone to being goaded into drinking contests but the bard and anti paladin convinced him to have a couple drinks. Everyone except the bard started drinking this whiskey that was supposedly strong enough to get a dragon drunk. With a few good rolls and few bad they had succeeded in the themselves and the dragon drunk. All except the catfolk who rolled a Nat 20 and was able to out drink a dragon.
Me as DM: "....You know what, I reward you with a new feat. "Drunkard: Advantage on saves for any poisons you ingest, but disadvantage for dexterity checks or saves when sober."
I went four to one with my first sergeant at our going away party. We’re both leaving the unit the next morning. It was my first time drinking, and not even close to the first time for my first sergeant. We were shooting a cheap whiskey, Jack Daniels if I recall, he took his one shoot first. Handled it fine of course and poured all four of mine into a cup. I slammed it and pushed it over for the next round. Didn’t even miss a beat.... First sergeant went “Not happening” and walked away. Now the night gets patchy after about 40 minutes or so but I still count that as a win!
I was going to make an "Onyxia luvs her Red Wine" reference, but damn this luggard would walk-off the entire cask! Even she wouldn't be offended at such a crude but unusual person?
Sometimes it just be like that. The easiest path is no resistance. I've let my rogue characters be taken prisoner a few times, only to pull an impressive escape scene later, with goals knocked off the checklist. "You need to defeat the BBEG's advisor and..." 30 minutes of intense stealth gameplay, a few vials of poison and a seriously stacked sneak attack later... "Ok, so you have the relic, which shaved an entire session off this campaign." And my only question left is "so, I guess the BBEG is going to have to oversee his own prisons from now on, huh?"
Never really had a drinking "event" so to speak, but I had a character (half orc druid) who collected plants and had a love for mushrooms. He got a guard to do the shrooms with him before a long rest, and when everyone was awake, the guard was nowhere to be seen. Ever
I love futon. Kinda reminds me of my full orc barbarian. Nugnug the orcish tribal barbarian Str:22 dex:16 con:20 int:3 Wis:15 Cha 12. The stats come from a 4d6 reroll 1s and drop the lowest die And his adventure in the underground tombs of the citytrying to figure out which fish gets rid of poison and which ones accelerated. The DM I was playing with this a little eccentric at the time
I was thinking that after the last drink, Futon would have gotten a reward from the Dragon. A feat, acid/ poison attacks or resistances, that sort of thing. But a dragon’s respect is it’s own reward.
I’m definitely making this a legend in my world How a adventurer once drank poison from a black dragon, came out just fine and made the dragon feel very self-conscious
Goblin bard! The minus to cha from the race features kinda made it a weak start but having a goblin act like a noble and play a violin is just funny. Definitely going to be the next character I play.
Wow so stoked you read my story - huge fan :)
Plese tell me the name on his sheet changed to futon the adamantine stomach!
@@TheSpencermacdougall Did it? I think we all wanna know
I hope you don't mind but my next character is gonna be one that loves to drink lolXD
Props to you and your gm....by god
@@baxterbruce9827 He is still called Futon :) but that would have been an awesome nickname :)
This barb deserves a permanent buff against poisons or outright immunity from now on, it'd really go great with his 'greatest drinker' vibe
Seconding outright immunity.
It would only be if he is liquered up though
At least my take on such
Or if your being generous id say poisons that usually have a - 2 modifier be considered to weak to affect the barbarian should you let the poison sit in his system now
Multiple random things
Of course minor poison immunity
But with the poison in his system
Let's say when the barbarian takes a blow that would be considered a gushing wound the blood can hurt allies and enemies in a cone radius 5 feet where then save vs poison either damage or effect
Any venous wounds eventually i would imagine his blood would get on his blade inadvertently poisoning it for a short duration
definitely not, there's two types of champion drinkers out there:
1. the type that aren't affected(boring!)
2. the type that get tipsy from the smell of the most watered down ales out there and still drink the first type into a coma(woo!)
@@themoagoddess1820 I played a dwarf way of the drunken master monk, he would get hammered just smelling alcohol but had a con of 22 (thank you magic book) was hilarious getting into drinking contests then a nice bar brawl due to taking the improvised weapon feat 🤣
I was thinking that it would be cool if the poison "absorbed" into his body allowing him a 1 per lr use of acid/poison breath. That is just me though.
Can we just appreciate the dragon? You know he's going to gossip about a barbarian who just willingly took three draughts of his poison and lived. Every poison based dragon on the continent will probably know Futon's name by week's end.
I just pictured that Burt Kreischer story The machine. Just that part at the end when he sees the cop.
"so... I understand you are the iron stomach... Tonight you party with me."
mercury a2000 yessssss I AM THE MACHINE
or not want that dragon for a mate, since his poison is obviously defective.
They said poison a lot in the story, but it was an acid black dragon.
From dragon’s perspective.
“You can gauge the potency of your poison by how he reacts, he will not die, but he will react accordingly”
DM: "DC is now 31"
OP: *visible shock and horror*
Dice Gods: "I got you fam."
Dice Gods: Today is not the day you die.
Dice: GET THE FUCK UP
RNJesus has truly blessed this person
Futon: Hold my beer.
@@randomdragon8245 what beer he allready drank it
Futon: *casually downs three shots of a worse drink than pure methanol* well I'll be on my way!
Dragon: *contemplates life* and I thought I was tough sh*t
I kinda feel bad for the dragon, like. From his perspective, he’s an unstoppable beast with an extremely deadly poison, he hasn’t had to worry about any serious intruders for who knows how long because when they try to take his treasure because they’d be dead by the time they touch it. And then this fricking goliath comes in, takes the book, and casually downs 3 shots of poison almost like it was nothing. Imagine how that dragon must have doubted his abilities afterwards
Shrimp Stiltzkon "Welp, time to reconsider my life choices for the next 100 years."
"Am I going soft?"
"..... What are you?"
You just give up for a while. Either that or ransack a village since you must be rusty.
The logical conclusion is "There's something truly remarkable about that guy... best avoid his worst while studying him... OR if that one lousy book is all he wants, leave him well enough in peace."
There are some who philosophize that when two meet in contest or battle, and neither of them dies, they are forever entwined in some meta-physical bond. There are myriad tales of bitter enemies who found that weird link after whatever war or conflict had originally set them across the field of battle from each other... maybe not exactly becoming friends, but sort of like brothers.
This "respect" could be played out later between Futon and the particular Black Dragon later in-game to great theatrical effect... ;o)
Number one rule for all DM's: "Never underestimate your players ability to screw up your plans"
I know this is an old comment but... it's not called 'The Henderson Scale of Plot Derailment' for nothing.
"You need a 31 to not instantly die"
"19, plus my stupid barbarian bonuses... 32."
"...Bugger."
The dragon's head is like the DVD logo bouncing around the screen
This comment caught me off guard lmao
Tell the Dragon if he doubts his poetincy there's a pill for that.
Oh god no... XD
If it last for more than 4 hours call a cleric but not a lawful good paladin.
Holy shit, dude. You fucking killed him.
Don’t swing without a net!
Alternative title Scottish barbarian drinks with a dragon.
Drinks a dragon under the table.
More like a 3 cup challenge since the barbarian was the only one who actually drunk anything.
To be honest, the title is clickbait as this is not what happened.
@@craigtucker1290 you are too egar for internet argumebts bruh... you should have a drinc
@@ATSucks1 You mean eager, right?
The fact that the dragon didn't drink anything, nor was it a drinking competition. That was why the title was click bait and very inaccurate.
@@craigtucker1290 r/woooosh
"Books? I'm Futon, 19, and i never learned how to f***ing read"
Wizard: "The book says you can't do that!"
Futon: "WELL I CAN"T READ!" *Does said thing anyway*
"I'm drunk, you don't have an excuse!" Tavish DeGroot, knight, demolitions expert, deadly with a frying pan.
The man who defeated blood sucking robots with the sheer alcohol content in his blood and Scottish determination.
"LOTTA GOOD THAT SOLDIER TRAININ DID YA! I'M DRUNK!"
I imagine the next time the group needs a poison they just send futon to the dragon and ask for some of "the good stuff"
Honestly the artwork of the dragon is incredible. It makes me excited about another...ahem...dragon that might end up making a reappearance. :P
😳
Callback?
Part 4 spoiler?
As a dragon that he might marry?
Onxnixa the dragon?
The dragon shakily opens it's own liquor cabinet, for a couple shots of dwarven bourbon, neat.
Nice story. I like dragons acting like they are above even the plot. That dragon gave away the book because he said he would if this impossible task was completed and he stuck to his word despite whatever plot reason he had the book.
For a dragon that old, giving that away could be a reason to venture out into the world to retrieve it at a later date once those mortals have perished and have a good time doing it, they really do work on a different time scale to most dnd player races
@@TheDefirion also it was probably concerned if it killed him it would have a pissed of newly ascended god after it cause any man who can easily survive that much poison of such a high potency without a break deserves godhood
Hell, he even gave Futon an honorific to go with it. Talk about being a good sport.
This is what i wana see. Funny odd stories that could happen.
Agreed, though I want to know what the "poison" was in the cup because the story kept stating acid black dragon. Was it just the acid or was it homebrew where the dragon also had a poison attack as well.
@@craigtucker1290 i would say hydracloric acid. Porbly.
@@chillcannongames5758 Apparently it was a homebrew poison according to the OP in another thread. Too bad, because it would have been better of it was acid.
I was hoping for another story about Onyxia the kind black dragon and while I was disappointed, it was a pleasant experience.
Would you have drank with the dragon? 🤔
I don't know
I would
Wow so stoked you read my story - huge fan btw :)
I drank archdemons and devas under the table, what's a dragon now? -Orlha my half-orc barbarian/ranger.
btw, love your way of telling these tales.
@@caspervanhelsing futon is a brilliant character
Can’t say the DM wasn’t fair 😂 you were just lucky lmao
Right? He didn't pull his punches. Barbarians are just made of different stuff.
I feel like 'Drunk Barbarian' is how all the best stories start.
this comment is motivating me to play my drunkard scottish halfling barb in the next campaign.... i play as a player
Wow drinking a dragon under the table, thats sounds like when I tricked a lich to play a game of black jack with a deck of many things with him as the dealer.
Oh god did it work?!?
That sounds like a hilariously evil idea and I've gotta ask how well you had to roll for that.
@@MercuryA2000 had to make a dex and a deception check at disadvantage being that the lich has a high level of understanding on magic. Thankfully the bards illusions helped out a bit so instead of needing a perfect 20 on both I only needed an 16 or higher.
Damn, what happend
He swore he'll get him next time...
I really hope that wasn't for adversarial intent
A drinking contest with a storm giant lmao
Fission mailed, we’ll get ‘em next time!
So nice to see a story with non toxic DMs or players. While those are entertaining, stories like these always are nice.
I think the DM was a little annoyed that the drunk barbarian survived three shots of poisons with more difficult each time... He expected that the group fight the dragon or try to sneak veeery careful with rollchecks, thats why they finished early
"The dice gods are smiling on me Dragon, can you say the same?"
I had a drinking game with man named Sanguine, But a dragon? Damn.
Now, my weretiger would have his fur spike due to the potency of the toxic cocktail. Then promptly wonder if he could use it to cook. Like how using rad scropion glands to make casserole. Gives a good smoky flavor. Be sure to have those antidotes on hand
@@khajiitimanus7432 it was good stuff!
Y'all, know Sanguine translates to "blood"... right? ;o)
@@khajiitimanus7432 Or is it a low alcohol-blood content??? ;o)
@@khajiitimanus7432 1st... just a bit of teasing, dude... take another look over both our last posts...
You referred to blood-alcohol content, and I simply reversed to "alcohol-blood" content, suggesting blood in his alcohol... rather than the other way round...
2nd... just consider a moment, why would someone name a god of debauchery "Sanguine" if the term "sanguine" translates to "blood" literally... (?)
Try paying attention so I don't have to explain the joke... if you don't care. ;o)
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 sorry wasnt paying attention whos sanguine?
The dragon after the barbarian drunkard left: ...wh- what the hell just happened?!
W-was that a fucking God
I- It HAD to be
I Never understood why people end sessions early because of completed goals. This wasn't a one-shot, why not just improvise the rest of the session? Even if it's just 3 hours of Tavern madness
Sometimes a dm just doesnt have a plan and not having a session preped can really mess with the over arching story
The reality of rollplaying is even if you have 200 friends you would be lucky to get 10 minuets in 20 years. No one knows why. Its just how it is.
From my own experience, while some people can improv full sessions well, there are a few of us DMs who can't. (To be fair, as a DM, you'll be forced to improv at least a little bit.) We need SOMETHING to work with. It also sounds like they were on a structured quest. If that book was part of a larger campaign, the rest of the quest may have not been mapped out.
A good DM always has a plan B like a tornado takes the tavern into the sky just as you finaly reach it
@@HughMorris69 I mean yes, but that sounds like an awful plan B
PFFT HIS NAME IS FUTON? hahahahaha! Oh Yirbel liiiives indeed! but hey! If theres anything i’ve learned from my campaign, ITS ALWAYS FEAR THE DRUNKS!!!!
My drunken cleric of Dionysus was the best damage dealer in the party.
@@erikkennedy8725 praise Mr. D
Literally no one
Futon: Cheers i'll drink to that
I like Imagining after he left the dragon inspected the poison and say “this is the right poison ya it's pottent enough to kill 80 elefants with just one drop how did he like that ”
the dragon is prolly in a tavern drinking while contemplating his life
This reminds me of my Druid and his crazy luck... It happened in my as today most memorable D&D 3.5 / Pathfinder table, the DM is perhaps the smartest guy I know and all the table my best friends from college. So I joined this table because I was staying late one night at college, I had played a couple of sessions with some guys from the table before and had heard quite a lot of this story running for a couple of years already, but some players had just stopped showing up.
That night I approached the DM and table and asked if I could join. They were very welcoming and said sure, I'd be starting at level 1 while the party was already some levels ahead. I decided to go for a Druid by the name of Andrien and his then lion cub Sidero, who through his backstory ended up in what was known as "The Last Port on the World" looking to grow stronger and having heard of a tournament held in that city, which is where the party was at while I arrived to the city.
First thing Andrien did was to head straight to the tavern, where the tavern keeper did the proper thing and asked "What will you have to drink?". Feeling bold and in one of his not very wise moments, he replied "Give me something that'll make a Dwarf sick." Black Claw, the tavern keeper, smirked and brought to him a strange concoction "On the house, try our Seven Dragons".
The question by my DM should've warned me "Do you drink it?", and I was like "Sure, worst case I'll wake up in a strange setting." The DM then asked that dreaded question that back then I didn't know was some serious warning "Are you sure?" he asked, and I went ahead like "Yeah, I drink it in one gulp". The DM nodded and handed me a D20, back then I still had no set of dices yet, and told me "You need a twenty or you're dead." I gulped, but nonetheless rolled.
We all stared at the dice as it jumped on the metal table, before it landed on a Natural 20. Cheers from my friends congratulating me, and the master smiled, nodding approvingly. "You drink, it's harsh to the throat but there's something else... You feel something strange coursing your blood. OC: Put a note somewhere, you drank the Seven Dragons and lived, this'll come up sometime later. Black Claw looks at you surprised: Well, I'll be, from now on you are the Second Dragon... Tell me, lad, want a job?"
Obviously my instinct was to ask who was the First Dragon "Oh, we'll find out later." Told me the DM and proceeded to introduce me to "The Rope", a shady organization that very appropriately held strings everywhere. Thing is, Andrien didn't live too long after that, having met the party they went to a forest, had an encounter with faeries, and threw himself in a fight with a Troll... Well, he didn't live long as Andrien, because when my character died, I asked the DM if I could roll to see if I reincarnated somehow. Mind this, I didn't know the spell existed, but the DM said "Sure, go for it, if you get over 90 you'll reincarnate." And there went another crazy lucky roll.
Many, MANY episodes later, the party was separated after what could only be described as a magical nuclear bomb, kidnapped by the Amazing Shadow (A recurring... uh, I still don't know what character archetype he fits into) a dragon that turned out to be the father of our Rogue's fiancee, into another dimension. From there we escaped into the "Infinite Library", a place with, well, infinite knowledge. One thing led to another, I took levels on Master of Many Forms, and by the time we escaped, I had two fun forms: White Dragon for fights (And here is where the Seven Dragons drink manifested), and Cockroach for spying.
When we escaped the infinite library, we had gone wiser, smarter, and not that much older, and had formed a plan to fix the mistakes we had done in the past so that we stood a chance to fight the real baddies, by going back in time 3 years. First we secured the treasure hoard from our Rogue's fiancee, with my character turned white dragon doing the heavy lifting... We did some crazy math, but about a million and some GPs were carried and we barely made a dent to her hoard.
Then we began to secretly set everything so that things would go better for us, but without realizing it, we were actually filling plot points we hadn't realized had happened that led us to where we were... Suddenly, everything made sense, but we still had to recruit the boss of a powerful organization that held strings everywhere...
So Valko walks into the "Last Port on the World" and heads to the tavern accompanied by his lion Sidero. "What will you have to drink?" Asks Black Claw, I smiled to my GM, a nostalgic feeling filling me as I remembered that first night a couple years before. "Give me something that'll make a Dwarf sick."... Guess who was The First Dragon.
Should have submitted this
The party in my current campaign won a drinking contest against a dragon. The dragon rolled more than one natural 1 and ended up passing out.
From the thumbnail I hoped it was a follow up to Onyxia's story, but this was enjoyable too
Futon's definitely capable of drinking a dwarf under the table after this
Okay, I really love this story. Like, thought-provoking and emotional are fun, but this is kind of like the essence of D&D boiled down into eight minutes of narration.
And then he brings the dwarf to the dragon for the rematch. Dragon shots.
The dwarf dies
This guy's got an iron gut and balls of chromed steel for that epic feat! B)
“Dragons Poison Ale” sounds pretty good
Ahahaha~! I'd believe the dragon would have dumped the rest of that poison. And be mighty miffed.
There was no "shot for shot" moment... Just mislabeled or does he not know what that phrase means? You be the judge.
He took 3 shots
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Correct. However, “shot for shot” suggests that the Goliath had a literal drinking competition with a dragon. Would’ve been just as funny hearing of a dragon getting knocked out after 10 rounds of Spirytus Stawski.
Doesn't know what it means. Also, might be a bit of clickbait title. Smart move really
@@miguelvillegas7049 funnier I would say
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Amazing story love it
I see, you got the new dragon
@@allthingsdnd yep and I love it
Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best ones.
Notes from a NG human Idiot;
Greetings from lovely Restenford(we've been preparing for our Tithing trip here, so we're ok...)!
I like this Barbarian! He's a very simple sort and would get on well at The Drunken Minotaur. Can you picture a party having Futton The Adamantine Stomach, Ashotan the Gray Necromancer, Oohgi the Honorary Dwarf and The Legendary Archer? THAT would be an intresting group for an Upper Noble to guilde....
May your pantheon ever favor you(especially in these trying times)
Baron Trevelyan of Restenford
Ok now we need to know about the drinking contest with the dwarf
*ONE TO OUR BOY! THE IRON STOMMAAACH!!! HAHA!*
this is like someone asking you to try out their new massager but its just a gun.
This is one of the reasons I love Goliaths!
A dragon in a dungeon, in a game of dnd, it finally happened.
Kidna think the dragon quit it job packed his stuff ran away got another job at accounting devolp a gambling problem and spent his life mellowing over what is he doing with his life XD
I'm sure it's not all bad. I bet him and the Barbarian are still drinking buddies.
Hey how is everyone
Considering how prideful chromatic dragons are I'd imagine this BD feel a rare combination of inadequacy while also being extremely impressed
Reminds me of the game session I played a Barbarian Minotaur and I had a drinking contest with a fellow player that was a Satyr Bard. The DM tried so hard for us to quit the drinking contest but we kept rolling up so high and well, that DM thought we were using loaded dice. We became fast friends and great drinking rivals, and our only true adversary... the tavern drinking tab we rolled up.
That dragon's having an existential crisis after the session.
And here I am laughing my ass off because I've always understood a futon to be a kind of Japanese matress.
In my friend's campaign world there are several hero classes with drinking skills, of which I've made a couple. They would LOVE to have a drinking contest with Futon- heck, they'll even buy a round for the house. Good for both OP and Dm for letting things play out like they did.
I would have given the barbarian some kind of ability to deal with, or even benefit from poison after that because that is the kind of thing I do as a DM.
I haven't seen the video yet but... Just by the title, the idea is crazy
If its not crazy, its not worth it 😏
I don't think you can even get mad as a GM if your players pulled this off.
"How did they beat your campaign?"
"The barbarian drank 3 cups of the dragon's poison"
"Was the barbarian trying to sacrifice himself?"
"Nah, he just thought he was getting strong liquor for free"
You gotta love DMs that are like that. I was in a game that I played a halfling thief and were in an enemy city. Myself and our groups other rogue went to observe the guards and rolled great stealth checks until the other rogue tripped on a stone and alerted the guards who sent hounds towards the noise and we booked it back to the tavern the group was using as a hideout. We managed to role just high enough to get back with enough stealth that the hounds didn’t find our hide out and the dm was disappointed that we avoided combat but just roles with it.
That dragon took it like a champ
In prey, drinking alcohol removes the "fear" debuff, and makes you resistant to the fear debuff for a few minutes
A painted monkey and a giant acid lizard seriously settled their rivalry without fighting?
I personally am against drinking, being 24 now and still not having had my first drink. The only time I ever had any amount of alcohol enter my system was only a few months ago and was severely exhausted from a virus I caught (not the corona virus!), not having been able to get any decent sleep as I had a terrible cough and stuffy nose that made it extremely difficult for me to breathe. My dad, seeing how miserable I was, suggested I try drinking a bit of alcohol to help clear up my sinuses or something. Being so desperate for any amount of relief from my illness, I actually considered the idea but was extremely hesitant. My dad grabbed a shot glass and only poured less than a centimetre and told me to just dip a finger in it and taste it to make sure I liked it. I barely dipped my pinkie in it to get as little as possible and took several minutes trying to overcome my hesitation to try it. When I finally did put it to my tongue, I reeled back in disgust with myself for trying alcohol even though I didn't even taste it. My dad just laughed at my reaction and put the alcohol away. He's well aware of how much I am against drinking and only offered it to me because he wanted to help me get some sleep finally after going a week or two without proper rest.
I kinda want to include my hatred for alcohol in a game when I finally get the chance to play. I think it'd be funny to be the one person in a party who can't drink and actually gets sick just holding a glass, especially if I end up in a party with someone who really loves to drink.
Oh, that's gonna hurt when he has to pee! That's how the DM would get your character!
Astoshan is still my favorite, but I do love the stories that are heavy on clutch die rolls. :D
This man straight up had a drinking game with a dragon’s poison and LIVED! I’m WHEEZING
Somehow, somewhere, Grog Strongjaw blessed this lucky PC.
I was playing a goliath zealot barbarian at about level 11. We had just rolled into this town that was in the path of a gnoll witherling horde. Vadrun, my goliath zealot, went to the tavern for a pre-battle drink and told the bartender the equivalent of "F**k me up, fam."
Enter pure, unadulterated white lightning. Downed half a pint, rolled a nat 1 and turned around before faceplanting on the floor for about 2 minutes. Ended up making molotov cocktails with it. Great stuff.
I have a story from my current pathfinder 1e campaign. The players are a dwarven druid, half orc inquisitor, halfling bard and a cat folk anti paladin. They were around level 6 or 7 and put up against an adult silver dragon. Before getting to the dragon' lair they came across a distillery that had a special brew of what they called Dragon Whiskey. They bought enough to hopefully get the dragon drunk and take care of him that way. Now silver dragons arent prone to being goaded into drinking contests but the bard and anti paladin convinced him to have a couple drinks. Everyone except the bard started drinking this whiskey that was supposedly strong enough to get a dragon drunk. With a few good rolls and few bad they had succeeded in the themselves and the dragon drunk. All except the catfolk who rolled a Nat 20 and was able to out drink a dragon.
Sharing shots with a dragon? Where do I sign up for that adventure encounter
Okay, "Black Dragon Poison" needs to be a card in the next RDI expansion.
I got a good chuckle out of this one
Oh my god that was funny, I'm gonna try to do that next time I'm face to face with a black dragon
That was HILARIOUS 😂
Me as DM: "....You know what, I reward you with a new feat. "Drunkard: Advantage on saves for any poisons you ingest, but disadvantage for dexterity checks or saves when sober."
Black dragon: makes deadly poison
Phuton: mmm, this is some serious gourmet shit.
Black dragon: I am mighty
Futon: I’ve got alcohol
I went four to one with my first sergeant at our going away party. We’re both leaving the unit the next morning. It was my first time drinking, and not even close to the first time for my first sergeant. We were shooting a cheap whiskey, Jack Daniels if I recall, he took his one shoot first. Handled it fine of course and poured all four of mine into a cup. I slammed it and pushed it over for the next round. Didn’t even miss a beat....
First sergeant went “Not happening” and walked away. Now the night gets patchy after about 40 minutes or so but I still count that as a win!
I was going to make an "Onyxia luvs her Red Wine" reference, but damn this luggard would walk-off the entire cask! Even she wouldn't be offended at such a crude but unusual person?
This was awesome
Sometimes it just be like that. The easiest path is no resistance. I've let my rogue characters be taken prisoner a few times, only to pull an impressive escape scene later, with goals knocked off the checklist. "You need to defeat the BBEG's advisor and..." 30 minutes of intense stealth gameplay, a few vials of poison and a seriously stacked sneak attack later... "Ok, so you have the relic, which shaved an entire session off this campaign." And my only question left is "so, I guess the BBEG is going to have to oversee his own prisons from now on, huh?"
Wow...that's some good DMing XD Good thing the dragon didnt get angry and attack or something.
Never really had a drinking "event" so to speak, but I had a character (half orc druid) who collected plants and had a love for mushrooms. He got a guard to do the shrooms with him before a long rest, and when everyone was awake, the guard was nowhere to be seen. Ever
I was expecting the Dragon to be drinking too, in a contest. This was more surprising & I'm a little disappointed, yet more impressed.
You know what I’m bored so I’m going to watch every one of your DND videos
holy goodness! 3 successful save not to die, that's epic, loved the story
After the last shot the barbarian should have let out a small victory belch lol
great stuff as always
Who would win?
A centuries old black dragon
or
one alcoholic goliath boi
I bet that Dragon made a return later either as a villan or a Friendly NPC as the Barb clearly earned his respect
Guts of iron and the balls of steel. Now that's a barbarian. :D
Howdy my good fella
I love futon. Kinda reminds me of my full orc barbarian.
Nugnug the orcish tribal barbarian
Str:22 dex:16 con:20 int:3 Wis:15 Cha 12.
The stats come from a 4d6 reroll 1s and drop the lowest die
And his adventure in the underground tombs of the citytrying to figure out which fish gets rid of poison and which ones accelerated.
The DM I was playing with this a little eccentric at the time
I was thinking that after the last drink, Futon would have gotten a reward from the Dragon. A feat, acid/ poison attacks or resistances, that sort of thing. But a dragon’s respect is it’s own reward.
Ah yes, winning through sheer force of Chaotic Neutral. The true spirit of dnd.
I’m definitely making this a legend in my world
How a adventurer once drank poison from a black dragon, came out just fine and made the dragon feel very self-conscious
Goblin bard! The minus to cha from the race features kinda made it a weak start but having a goblin act like a noble and play a violin is just funny. Definitely going to be the next character I play.