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My daughter made friends with an orc. In the middle of combat, she used charm person on an orc and befriended it. They were near a fire, and she then asked him what his favorite color was. She then turned the fire green, his favorite color, while everyone else was fighting around them. He tagged along for the adventure for a bit before the campaign ended.
I guess you could say... Friendship really *is* Magic!
*ba-dum tss*
Heheh. Nice@@jorvach9874
That's adorable
@@jorvach9874ba dump tss
@@jorvach9874MY LITTLE POOOONYYYY
We taught war crimes to crows.
We were traveling and got a fun random encounter. The party got to a field full of sentient food. The plants asked the party to help them because the local crows were terrorizing them. The plants promised a magic reward if the party helped. It turns out the crows had grown sentient from the food and refused to stop eating the plants. After a couple rounds trying to find a way make both the plants and crows happy. My character got frustrated and grabbed a potato and took a bite. The party flipped out and the plants were screaming. My character then said “what's the problem, he will grow back” as I replanted the potato. The crow emissary was confused and asked what I meant. My character then spent 5 minutes explaining how plants work. The crow then disappeared to tell the others. The DM then said “congrats you taught crows war crimes”. The group thought for a second and realized we had just taught the crows to mutilate then bury the vegetables alive. I felt no remorse and we are waiting with bated breath for the potatoes revenge
Oh your DM is going to have a field day with that. Good luck.
@@appletree13I see what you did there
@@all_guys_blazing2104 that was completely unintentional! Only reading it back do I now see the pun 🤣
Next thing you know, it's Attack of the Zombie Vegetables. Y'know, like the ones that invade your lab in Vitamin Z
Sounds like normal crows tbh
I’m gonna dump this story on you!
“I rolled a 20 on tickling, and then they died.”
It was a one shot, because two of our party members were busy. But a couple people came in to replace them.
I was playing my normal rouge character from the campaign, since the campaign just started so I was low level.
We were in the top of a tall old castle, in a small cell with a door and a small window. The castle had been taken over by orcs, and the door was guarded.
We tried a couple things, but we couldn’t find a way out. So I asked the DM if I could see under the door, he said I could see the orcs feet. Without skipping a beat I said “can I tickle them?” The DM looked confused but said yes.
I rolled my one and only, nat 20. The orc laughed so hard, he fell down the stairs of the caste and died.
Oh and one of our party members slipped when trying to move a bed and fell through the floor, that’s how we escaped. 💀
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
*fucking dies*
i bet stars appeared above his head and his eyes were crossed out while his tongue was sticking out.
Quacking Goblins
I have one. One day (I was DMing) and our paladin decided to use divine smite on our barbarian. Conveniently enough, A group of goblins showed up, and attacked our barbarian from behind. So, the barbarian decided to duck from the divine smite, and just like a cartoon, the goblins flew over him and landed on the elf, who took one out with the divine smite, and then was killed. I think that was kind of on me, but maybe on our paladin.
Our barbarian rage napped a flower to death.
Came across a giant carnivorous feywild flower that releases spores to charm creatures into lying down on its petals and taking a peaceful nap while it dissolves their flesh. Having run into this once before, the party understood how it worked, so the barbarian covered himself in oil, lit himself on fire, raged and took a big whiff of spores. Failing his saving throw, he mindlessly stumbled to the giant flower, curled up in its petals and fell asleep. Round after round, the flower took fire damage and barb took fire and acid damage (both halved from raging). With the spores keeping him sound asleep and the damage sustaining his rage, he just layed there until the flower finally shriveled and crumbled to ash. The rest of the party, not at all surprised by barb’s behavior (it wasn’t the first time he’d intentionally set himself on fire), just chatted a little ways off waiting for him to finish his little nap.
I mean, do what you gotta do to get through
So you were on fire and asleep. I know a few anime characters who can do that. Very few. They would be jellous!
@@gergosoos4652 haha, the barb’s player is an anime fan, so that explains it! 😁
@@williamross6477 - How does the barbarian leave the dungeon?
- He rage quits!
What a grinch grinch
I absolutely love the funny/wholesome stories, I think they’re better then the horror stories
This is my favorite wholesome/funny story while playing DnD.
This happened in a Strixhaven campaign our DM was hosting and it was the starting of the 2nd year for our characters and NPCs. Two of our characters (a human and kobold sorcerer) thought it would be nice to make a special dinner for everyone in the dorm by making spaghetti sandwiches using garlic bread. (It was the kobold's idea for she thought that's what the garlic bread was for). Anyway, they asked one of the NPCs to help the human sorcerer cook while the kobold distracted everyone with a study group. They also asked the rouge in our party to get the ingredients they need while they get everything ready since he was going to shop for some supplies. Unfortunately, the kitsune NPC in our group over hears this and decides she going to "sample" some of it. The thing about this NPC is that she is VERY food obsessed and will eat anything she finds that looks and smells good. So if you have food, eat it now, put it on your plate and/or guard it with your life. Just don't mistreat her too badly because...you'll find out later.
The kitsune transforms into her little fox form and waited outside for the rouge to come back with the bag of food. She sees him and tries to pounce the bag of food but was quickly caught. She begs to have whatever food was in the bag but of course the rouge said no, it's for later and to come back when it's ready. The kitsune transforms back to her humanoid form and drags him around to find the spot they were planning on cooking. She find it and she begs again but the rouge tells her no especially since they haven't even started yet since he was still carrying the stuff they need in order to make the food. She argues saying since they're boiling water, they are cooking and HAVE started and wants the food now. The rouge was having non of it so he pulls out a piece of candy and yeetz it away from the cooking pot. The kitsune rolls a Nat 1 on her wisdom save and goes straight after it. She comes back saying she's not going to fall for that trick again and the rouge just throws another piece of candy away from the pot again and yes, she got another Nat 1 on her wisdom saving throw that time too. Everyone was cracking up for it reminded us of that James Woods candy scene from Family Guy.
The kitsune runs back and tries to pounce on the rouge for more candy but the rouge runs away and hides. Her focus was on the candy now and she is looking for the rouge for more. He hides in a tree and pounces on her this time with a rope in hand and hogties her. She of course is not happy and curses him with 24 hours of kidney stones out of protest. The rouge drags the kitsune to the dinner spot with a confused look on both the human and other NPCs faces for when he looked down, he sees himself being hogtied. As you can guess, the kitsune transform herself into the rouge. Everyone comes outside to see this and hears the hogtied rouge saying that the other rouge is the kitsune and she tied him up but everyone can see right though her. The rouge does untie her but only after everyone gets some food first. She than curses him with two kidney stones. The rouge was not fazed by this and everyone goes on eating their garlic bread spaghetti sandwiches.
The not-so-evil ooze
Bit of a shorter story, but a while back in a still-running campaign, my DM gave my friend and I a little quest to do for a session (the rest of the group couldn't make it). Well, we did the quest, killed some bandits, and were heading to an inn when our DM suddenly told us to roll investigation. We roll (poorly) and are attacked by a gray ooze. Now, there's a little rule in the DM's world that certain creatures interact with dyes by becoming the color of the dye. The other party member was proficient in animal handling. My party still travels with our little orange ooze (who we named Gip) to this very day.
Edit: We use the Sidekick rule, our orange ooze has eldritch blast.
That sounds adorable!
SCP-999, by your side, master....
Oozes has an extremely low intelligence, it's hard to them to even discriminate any moving creature - they are normally fell into the "just food" category. Our group's druid's and wizard's co-work changed this within our party. First, the wizard polymorphed a gelatinous cube (Int score 1) into a rabbit (Int score 2), then our druid casted Awaken on it (which only works on Beasts and Plants, and only on creatures with Intelligence score 3 or less), turning into a tiny antropomorphic intelligent creature (int score permanently change to 10, and given the ability to speak one language of the spellcaster, who was a tiefling, and our DM rolled a dice to see what language it get - which felled on infernal, of course), and even when the transformation from the Polymorph was went off, it keeped it's increased intelligence, so we had an infernal-speaking antropomorph gelatinous "cube" (looked more like Zac from the Leuges of Legends game, than a cube).
Barbarian Gets a Pet Owlbear
So this just happened last night, I had decided to pre-roll one of the random encounters for my Phandelver and Below: The
Shattered Obelisk campaign a few months ago and it was an owlbear. My players (Goliath Barbarian, Halfling Druid, Tiefling Sorcerer, and Human Bard) reached the encounter and when I rolled to see if it happens it was a 17 and since I had pre-rolled an owlbear I start to describe how it comes out of the forest and onto the road and turns towards them. After initiative was rolled this was the order; Barbarian, Sorcerer, Druid, Owlbear, Bard; so Barbarian goes, "I'd like to roll an Animal Handling check to pet the owlbear," rolls a Nat 20, "You approach the owlbear and it doesn't since any harmful intent coming from you so it allows you to pet it, but the druid can see that it is confused as to why you're not attacking, anything else you would like to do?;" Barbarian then says, "I'd like to try and tame it by feeding it a piece of meat I had taken from a goblin we killed a (in game) few days ago,"; "Ok, roll me another Animal Handling check," Barbarian rolls an 8, "The owlbear takes the piece of meat and almost bites your hand in the process, and now it is Sorcerer's turn, what would you like to do?"; Barbarian then begs Sorcerer to not attack it so he does the same thing, but doesn't feed it and it then goes to druid (who by the way didn't have Speak to Animals prepared) who asks the owlbear if it wants to join the party and help them out, "Roll Persuasion with disadvantage and an Animal Handling check normally," Druid rolls three Nat 20s, "The owlbear seems to understand your words despite you not understanding it and nods its head, but it seems to like Barbarian the most since he was the only one who fed it," so now my Barbarian has a pet owlbear and is planning to multiclass into Ranger so he can get the Beast Master subclass which is going to be fun to see paired with his Path of Wild Magic Barbarian
That Time An Archdevil Lost -
So my players were wandering through a frozen tundra trying to find some lost companions when they came to a cave with a tiefling in it who appeared to have saved the lost freezing companions. It turns out the tiefling was actually a very high cr arch devil and the party were level 8, the devil had a contract saying "both parties must hold up their end of the contract or lose their souls to the other" well, the players found out that the trick was...the contract had to be held in the air...The players tried to disarm the devil AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED through the power of teamwork!.
Last twist, the arch devil was lawful good and was awkward in conversation thinking a contract was the only way to save the world.
Love you players!.
This happened in the last session I ran of my homebrew campaign. There's myself, and four players, and we've been playing this same campaign for just over two years (scheduling has forced the 6-weeks of in game time into this 2 year stretch and it makes us laugh every time we realize it). I adore my players so much, they're my best friends in the whole world. A few months ago, one of my players asked if his niece could join in. She'd never played before, but he told us "she always loves it when I talk about our games and all the whacky stuff that happens" (ie, the gnome monk getting eaten by a frog monster, our wildfire druid taking down an almost done for hill giant with a fire cantrip with the essential power of a tea light candle). So, of course, we all said yes! She and I worked on building up her character together, got her leveled up to match the others (starting as a Level 11 Rogue was something I almost regretted omg it was so much math to figure out in Session Zero), and finally, at our last session, it was time to introduce her Rogue to the party.
I had it set up that her Rogue had been captured by the bandits my current party were after, and gave her some one on one attention through out the session so she wouldn't be overwhelmed with having to suddenly figure out what to do in a massive party. She. Was. So. Amazing. Her rolls were fantastic, she was so descriptive in what she wanted her Rogue to do- and ultimately ended up with a fledgling Wizard sidekick that she rescued as well. (Totally not planned, but as all DMs know, people just fall out of your brain and you gotta roll with it sometimes) We play over Discord, and everyone in the party was cheering for her high rolls and praising her choice of actions and helped her figure out her Rogue mechanics. It was just really wonderful to see a brand new player gaining confidence and being brought into the fold of the game in such a happy and fun way. 🥰
Me when my party runs into an encounter:
"Clickity clackity, you're about to get atackity!"
(In jocat reference)
My new player's Skyrim moment.
So I was running the lost mines of phandelver and wrapping up and moving to my own campaign. In the last two sessions of lost mines I had a player who wanted to play in the main campaign take the place of one of the rockseeker brothers. On their last evening in the town they set up a cart to leave town which in my mind looked very similar from the cart at the start of Skyrim. Then after a night of revelry I had them all make a constitution check for drunkenness and the rockseeker brother rolled a nat 1 so he woke up in the cart the next morning. Also making this more hilarious I had been basing my description of Sildar off the Jarle who greets you in Skyrim. So I said "ah you're finally awake" and then continued with the game. A small moment but just so hilarious that all the random ideas and images in mine and the player's head managed to come together so amazingly.
i would like to see Deedee again as a recurring plushie.
Our druid accidentally started a cult.
He cast Speaks with Animals on a rat to try and gather some info on the sewers. When we next spoke to that particular rat he had become a celebrity among the other rats and as a result ended up asking for a mark from the druid, to identify him as the chosen one (and I guess prove to the other rats that wasn't lying about it?).
Because of their prolific numbers, this story spread far and wide amongst the rat population and our druid is now a figure of great status to the rats. We haven't been able to get back to that city for a while (we were very much persona non grata when we left!😂) but we're all quite scared that when we do, the short life span of the rats will have turned this story into the stuff of legend and firmly established the druid as a mythical cult leader at best, or an actual god at worst 😬😆
Edited because I originally wrote Skewers not sewers 😆
Also, yes I love the wholesome stories! Keep em coming 😀
This reminds me of my Forest Gnome Druid from the Circle of the Shepherd. Both Forest Gnomes and the Circle of the Shepherd Druid has features to communicate with other animals, in the case of the druid circle's "Speech of the Woods" feature, they can understand your words, like you speak them at their own language. My Gnome was a bit of malformed creature though, with large teeth and rat-like face, also far more hairy, than normal gnomes. He was on the smaller size of his race, while had had a few rat friends, who look at him as a slightly bigger, malformed rat. Trough his size, he became the "boss", and those rats were acted among each other, which was technically copied the workings of the Maffia. This aspect was even more strenghtened after i reached level 9, and take the "Awaken" spell, slowly turning my rat friends from their Int score of 2 into a slightly bigger, antropomorph rats with Int score of 10. After that i worked together with the party's goblin rouge to turn them into a proper 'gang', who worked mostly by their wast numbers. I was their Creator and Big Boss, while Meery (the goblin rouge) was their respected mentor (also my character's closest friend, after she was the only one in our group, who didn't freaked out, when i let out my "rat swarm" on my enemies at the early times). We put a considerable amount of time and resources to turn them into a proper thief guild (yes, resources as well - it cost a lot all the lodging and food service for that much rats, especially as they effectively increased their numbers after i successfully awakened more and more of them). They made into a semi-religious followers of us - those, who are intelligent enough for the concept are know us enough to know, we are not "gods", but we are still beings, who reached "awakening" far before them, and as we helped them to reach new heights, we were deemed to generous to the loyal servants, so they stand even more behind us.
Also the DM set up a system for their training, and - depending, how much time they spend with the different members of the group -, they gaining skills and profiencies. The first 3 "ratfolk" - as we call them - almost reached to the point of being a level 1 character now. And as one of them mostly sits and talks to our Wizard's familiar (whom he is fond of - or at least it finds her rat form adorable ), so it get proficiency in arcana, and now my DM is troubled, that his first level should be a Fighter (to became an Eldritch Knight), Rouge (on the path of Arcane Trickster) or a proper Wizard.
@Senok13 oh my goodness, that's taking the rat cult to the next level! 👏🏼
@@Picklescape Well, that's how our DM rewards efficient roleplay. For our Barbarian he gave a Feat, named 'ADHD', which gives -5 on active Perception but+5 to the passive Perception (as it's concertration all over the place), also disadvantage on all concertration checks, but advantage on all initiation roll before combats.
The concertration checks can be problematic with his rage, or when we need to be silent for a long time, but that he makes up with strike mostly first to third in every combat.
That last story hit home, because I had always thought I could never be a DM, even though I love to write stories and even tell stories. I was constantly told that I could do it and so I did it, and now I'm running 2 campaigns and about to run 3 professional campaigns
I’ve got one. It’s more stupid, silly and concerning.
So, My PC in this campaign is a little guy called Squidge. He’s essentially a blob of green goop that can shift into imitations of other creatures so he can walk around on two legs, wear clothes etc. (So a Druid plasmoid reflavoured so the Druid aspects seem to be coming from his race, I call em Goopshifters).
Our group travels to a mansion, we were given the job of looking after this house. The mansion is creepy, we were left a list of concerning chores. Its probably haunted. There’s more to it but that’s not really important for this story.
We enter the kitchen and the first thing Squidge does is excitedly dart for a cupboard and clamber inside. The other two PC’s continue to talk nonchalantly (they’re used to this at this point) and Squidge with voice muffled from inside the cupboard shouts out in glee.
I have asked the DM if I can roll to see if there’s anything in the cupboard. I rolled bad. The DM said that there was a single jar of pepper.
So naturally Squidge chugs the pepper in the comfort of his cupboard.
Upon hearing our ranger talking about cooking and gathering ingredients Squidge opens the door a crack and snakes out a goopy arm to present the now mostly empty jar of pepper to the ranger.
“I can share”
I think Squidge is the scariest thing in this mansion.
Inspiration in defeat
It's more of a heartwarming momemt between friends than PCs. I was running a campaign as a DM and my party was having a bit of trouble, so they decided to retreat and reaorganize. During downtime, I decided to improvise some short "scenes" for the characters, to make them reflect on their actions and even give hints on how to proceed. Come the hexblade's turn, he starts talking to his patron, a broken katana hilt, and I, as the patron, started complaining about how the character was running away from battle, and how a blade cannot do it's work if the one wielding doesn't have the conviction. I started thinking I was saying too much, so after a bit, I had the blade stop talking. Before resuming the adventure, the player interrupted me for a second just to tell me how much he enjoyed that roleplay moment, and how well I managed to interpret his patron sword. As a DM, I love tailoring situations for my players, and seeing them enjoy them so much makes every effort worth it.
You know what’s wholesome? These two beautiful people giggling about a bunny named Dumper. Thanks for helping me smile despite being in a down/anxious mood. You guys are wonderful.
I love the out-of-character stories about the players around the table best
I enjoy the positive/fun stories. Here's a fun one about playing a dog:
A DM allowed me to play an awakened dog in a Curse of Strahd campaign. (As a side note: it could have been a bit broken, because didn't need to roll charisma checks with my low charisma as long as I did something that the DM thought was cute for a dog to do.) Part of my backstory was that my master had told me one of two things: don't let strangers know you can speak common OR don't let strange people know you can speak common. My character couldn't remember which, and the party was full of strange people. One of the other characters had taken Speak with Animals, so I could often communicate through him in addition to describing actions like nodding or getting in someone's way. After at least two months of playing, another character came back and the dog got so excited he forgot about the rule and said "welcome back!" The action paused as everyone asked "you can talk?". Even the DM was asking, because she'd apparently forgotten about that part of our character creation discussions.
Okay, one wholesome story:
I, this group‘s kind of forever DM, had the Party find a standard dark temple to save the mayor‘s daughter (it was a campaign starter). The party consisted of Draka, an Orc Sorceress, former Bartender, Lee O‘Nard, a permanently drunk and deeply philosophical half elf Warlock, Arrrrrrrthur, a human war domain cleric, who went into religion to repent for his former pirate career and Lumdum, son of nobody, an Orc Barbarian, who failed his exams at Barbarian Academy (yes our homebrew world has those).
The party had to go north to the supposed location of the old and dark temple ruin, where - as far as they heard - a dark ritual should take place. Once they left the city through the north gate, Lumdum, who had an itelligence score of 7, stood there and the player went: „So, we need to go north… and we just left through the north gate… that means, that our objective is in the north… which means… the north gate is in our backs… that means… we need to go north…“ He went on for fifteen solid minutes, while we others were hunched over the table, because we were laughing so hard, we couldn‘t sit upright.
A few levels later, Lumdum got a feature, that allowed him to alwys know where north is. As the party went out on another adventure to find the entity, filling everybody up with unbearable greed, they came to a point where needed to go straight south, so they Asked Lumdum, where they needed to go and Lumdum answered: „How should I know, I only know where north is.“
😂😂
I have a story it is called Spoons!!
This was my first time DMing and to say I was nervous would be an understatement of the century. However, there was in this abandoned mill looking for a missing child of the mayor called Lilo (Yes Lilo I was watching Lilo and Sitch when writing the notes) as they were looking around the building the paladin who had an intelligent of 6 rolled for investigation rolled really low and before I had a chance to say anything they went "I found a spoon." Everybody busted out laughing, we were laughing so much that i told everyone to take a 10-minute break to cool off. Ever since then the Paladin always take a spoon back for wherever he visit.
My 2 of my players ate mushrooms, got wild magic and turned into a crow dragon and a balor. I refuse to elaborate.
This was our first session of a new campaign (we play modified 2e). The Bard is trying to make friends and failing - showcased by him being punched and knocked out. Our Rouge is trying to drag him out of the tavern and gets the attention of our fighter, hoping that he would help get him out. Upon hearing what happened, the fighter confronts the group, and he gets punched also. The shape shifting Druid sees the potential for disaster and changes into a skunk, climbs up to the bully's face, and shows him just how unacceptable this behavior is. The bar fight is immediately stopped while the bully regrets several life choices, and the bar has a mass exodus. Our campaign is now called "The Skunkquesition."
Why did you trust Dale?:
An story, but one I remember fondly. I was in an all fullcaster campaign, the main premise is that we were trying to hop world to world and deliver these dragons letters so another event like the Rage of Dragons didn't happen. My previous two characters had gotten killed, admittingly due to my own stupidity, but I was having fun with it.
I introduce my new character, a human conjuration wizard named Dale Eustas, a country bumpkin caster who accidentally unleashed a giant eyeball god into the multiverse. Well, one of the "benefits" of Dale doing this was this neat ability called Dragon Sight. Dale could now see into the multiverse thanks to a "blessing" from this god. So, of course, when my character is introduced, he is absolutely insane. Talking to himself, narrating things in the 3rd person, etc.
So now that the backstory and character explanation is out of the way, onto the actual story:
The Party had just arrived in a town that had been attacked by these strange Gnoll-Goblin Hybrids. They had set everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, on fire. The Druid of the party is absolutely panicking because FIRE and the other two wizards that weren't crazy were trying their best to calm them down. This turned into a bit of backstory for the druid.
While those three were off doing their own thing, the sorcerer of the party thought it best to ask the crazy, eye obsessed redneck what he thought solution was to put out this massive city-wide fire. Dale just smiled at the sorcerer and put his finger to the sky.
"MISTER DRAGON, I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAA." (Picture the scene from spongebob)
Dale spits on both of his hands and casts Tidal Wave. While perhaps a crazy person would think that a loootttt of water could help out in this situation, Dale didn't think about the flood that he would cause, which would probably make things worse.
Pros: Hey, no more fire!
Cons: Almost all the party drowns.
Everyone made it out pretty okay, and the town did end up thanking them, even if a lot of their property was damaged in the flood. The party DEFINITELY kept their eye on Dale for the remainder of the game. Fun times all around.
A bunny named Dumper. I just imagine it twerking instead of stomping it's foot.
"I'm Dumper, [twerking] bet you can't guess why." 😂
For once my first instict wasn't violence in a campaign!
So I was in a campaign with myself, two other players and the dm! (Only one of the other plays showed up mostly though so it was kind of just me and them)
This campaign was more of a detective campaign rather than a fighting one, where our party was tasked with trying to figure out who's trying to ruin the town's annual festivals!
We got to a point where we got some clues to a possible whereabouts of someone who has a part in the plans so we went to the store, only to find a bunch of winglings who were holding the evidence (the evidence being covered in spice powders and such as one of the many spice stores in the town was our main suspect)
The dm obviously intended for us to fight them, or at least capture the winglings, but instead of instantly jumping to fight them, I asked if my character could pat one of them!
I rolled pretty high luckily so the wiggling enjoyed the head scratches!
Seeing I was taking care of the winglings, my other party mate went to investigate the store for any more clues, and as he was doing that, the winglings started swarming me, all of them were demanding to be petted and I loved every moment of it!
As my party member found what he needed to, we went to leave the store, but the winglings kept on following me, so I allowed them to stay!
After getting all the winglings some food (which was just allowing them into a food store and paying for whatever they picked up), they didn't want to leave me, so I gave in.
So now my character has 8 wingling pets and whoever is running the evil group has none XD
Me and a few other friends were playing D&D today and I was the dungeon master. Anyway they were being chased by a giant spider and trying to make it to the hole in the center of the island that led down to the underworld, and a member in our group named Hectro who had previously defeated Hades long ago was the lord of the underworld. They were almost at the hole to the underworld when the spider was at 25 hp. Loyd another member jumped down into the hole. And Hectro decided before jumping down he could defeat this spider. So he summons a microphone and speakers and roasts the spider. The spider then fell to the ground and was defeated of emotional damage. Amazing I laughed so hard.
Beloved jack-o-lantern monster makes all the players cry
So i was a player in that campaign, it was my first time playing DND. My first ever fight. And we were a group of beginners, only one other player had already played before.
We were having a fight with three Pumpkin monsters.
We killed one pretty easily, it stood close to us and it couldnt move.
Next up we all decided to target the further pumpkin, even though we all felt bad.
I decided to name him, because i like naming stuff. His name quickly became "Pumpkin Seed Sam" or just Sam.
We all felt bad about killing him, so our DM revived him using the power of platonic love, and he became our friend and helped us beat the last pumpkin monster.
Sam had realized the meaning of his life and how he can be so much more. He wanted to protect the town and the little kid we saved. all the PCs hugged Sam to end it off.
But what we all forgot, is that this was all just a simulation our PCs' school had us go through to see if we're competent.
I was on the verge of TEARS. We were all sad, Sam wasnt real, we're not getting him back.
And then, the DM asks us to check our pockets.
In each one of our pockets there was a small gift left by Sam.
A small wooden cutout of a jack-o-lantern and a pumpkin seed.
That was when we all started crying. We spent like 5 minutes just crying about Sam.
After that i decided that my character would plant the seed. And the wooden cutout became a necklace.
WE MISS YOU, SAM
Mummified Muffin Farts
I have been a DM for this group for years now. This was one of our earliest adventures.
While traveling the land they came upon an inn where the innkeeper asked them to go examine a local ruin called the Arcane Obelisk. It was a relic from a war 500 years ago. Some local farmers claimed to have seen some mind flayers poking around it.
Before it was a ruin the Obelisk magically collected lightning and could fire it out again. Turns out there was a mind flayer with some grimlock minions that were trying to repair the ancient mechanism and use it to gain contol over the region.
After disabling the mechanism and fighting their way up the tower, the party came to an elevator that would lead them to where the mind flayer was with what remained of his minions. In the elevator was a snack dispenser that said "push button for muffin". It was right around the time Team Four Star(DBZ Abridged) did the muffin button joke.
We all laughed and one of the party pressed the button. Out popped a small magically sealed box that they couldn't open till later. Our party's necromancer decided to push the button again. I responded with "Out pops a 500 year old mummified muffin." The necromancer replied "I eat it." "Roll a Fortitide save to see if you get sick" I respond. He passed his save.
The party then used the elevator to go up and encounter the mind flayer. When the mind flayer started monologuing, the necromancer said "I fart". So I told everyone to roll a save to see if the smell sickend any of them. I rolled for the enemies. The entire party and all the mind flayer's minions passed. The mind flayer, however did not. By the time the mind flayer recovered, the party had demolished the minions and then quickly defeated the mind flayer. What was supposed to be a difficult battle became a breeze. All because of a mummified muffin fart.(edit: spelling)
Ok, having a DM make someone co-DM because the story sounded cool just makes me all warm and toasty inside ❤
That Darn Goblin
I run a solo game for a friend of mine. It's his first game and my first time DMing. I helped him put together a party of four (triton sorcerer, tiefling barbarian, half elf rogue and firbolg druid) and sent them on their way. While clearing out a golblin stronghold, he did the classic move of adopting the last surviving goblin as a fifth party member. Now, I wasn't a fan of this, but I didn't want to ruin his fun, and reasoned that the little goblin would die on his own in time.
Guess who killed the first BBEG.
Who got the kill against the reoccurring revenant nemesis.
Who slew the ancient green dracolich.
Who now has a Cloak of Billowing and a Broad Rimmed Hat of Confidence (+1 charisma).
Guess.
Here's one from the campaign we JUST started. This was in our first session.
(Mild NSFW)
So we have the sweetest and most sheltered centaur you've ever seen (he's 19, and it's his first time away from his herd), a younger but much more wordly (male human) assassin-in-training, and my character, a female half-elf who is sweet, but also definitely wanted to sleep with the centaur (not that he ever realized).
The centaur and assassin met first. The assassin mentioned maybe going to a brothel (to gather intel), but the centaur had never heard of a brothel, and by the end of the conversation, he'd concluded that it was something like a restaraunt (soup broth, brothel).
Then my character joined, and long story short, offered to help the centaur do some research on fae at the library. So they went to the library, and while browsing, the DM had us each roll a straight d20 (no modifiers) to determine what we find. My character rolled pretty low the first time, and found a smut book. She was interested, but forced herself to put it away.
On the next roll, the centaur also rolled low and found the same smut book, and he blushed bright red and expressed that he was confused about why such a book would exist in the first place.
My character tried comparing it to why people go to brothels. But the centaur said something like "What does this have to do with soup?"
"Oh no, sweetie... a brothel is where people go to pay other people to... do that sort of thing with them." Everything started clicking into place and he just said "Oh".
My character then said "I think that book is a bit too stimulating for you..." and gently took the book, closed it, and put it back, and he did not resist at all. At this point they're both beet-red in the face, and our cleric joined, and when he saw them, thought they were sick and offered to heal them.
By the time they all checked in to an inn (my half-elf and the centaur sharing a room), she realized that the centaur was far too much of a sweet cinnamon roll to do anything like what she wanted, but she still considers him a friend (they'd had some genuine bonding along the way).
Bless that centaur’s little heart oh my gosh! He’s such a sweet bean!
Holy cow! Thanks so much for reading my story! I’ll be sure to send this video to my DnD group chat!
**Roll for virgin check**
Our party: Human Bard (me), Dwarf Cleric (worships Asmodeus), Eladrin Druid, Kenku Artificer
We were trying out best to have a meal while blending in with a cult which we were going up against (but also kind of working for)
We were hired as guards a few sessions back as there was a caravan going to Neverwinter, and they needed protection
Anyways, while we were trying to have a nice dinner, Cleric went "I would like to sacrifice a virgin"
At this point, our Druid player visibly tensed up, as well, you know
So the DM goes "Roll an insight check to see who at the table gives off virgin vibes"
I jokingly went "Watch it, Nat 20", as it would be funny
Cleric rolled, and no joke, they landed a Nat 20
I had lost it at that point, it was just too funny XD
(BTW, Druid is fine, and no one was sacrificed that night)
"Roll an insight check to see who at the table gives off virgin vibes."
*Player doesn't even touch it's dices yet, when the Bard talk in.*
- No one at this table, or the next one. But at two tables afar i see a few new members of the cult, who i am not so sure - yet...
My Character’s First Birthday Party
Info: My character grew up in the forest with a very practical father and she never once celebrated her birthday. In her life. And she has flowers growing from her hair as a blessing from a goddess.
Onto the story. So my character wakes up one day with a huge headache, goes down to breakfast and rests her head on the table where her party members see one of the flowers in her hair is missing. Removing a flower causes my character some pain (didn’t help she got a nat 1 on her con save). We track the flower and figured it out where it was, turns out a cat had “stolen” it. They get it back from the cat and my character leaves alone to go take the flower to the goddess’s temple up the road. Because if our party leader touches it the magic sours grows vines and tries to attack him. And she likes him so, flower gotta go.
While she is gone the party groups up and conspires to throw my player a birthday party. So they send the other girl party members to intercept her on her way home and to distract her (they took her to the spa, a wine tasting event, and to play carnival games), the boys went out into the city to get everything they needed.
Eventually the girls came home, my character pulled her swords on the party guests because she was expecting an ambush until they explained it was a birthday party just for her. There was cake, presents, and fireworks. She just had a great time until NPC little sister spilled the beans that my character had a crush on the party leader. And everyone passed their perception checks. Except the party leader. It was such a good time and they unknowingly fulfilled my character’s deepest wish of having a birthday (doesn’t know the difference between birthdays and birthday parties and no one even tried to explain it to her). Amazing session
The co-DM story went differently than I imagined, but I do wonder: for new DMs could a player and a DM swap places for a session? I am guessing a full campaign might create the DMPC problem, but I imagine something like a shopping session or sidequest would allow a spot for a ready-made everything and on-the-ball coach if things get out of hand...
It's an old one, but I was reminded about it recently.
I (sword bard) got a mummified goblin hand as a starting trinket. DM mantioned that there were no goblins in his world (with no implications, many trinkets make no sense). I decided to explain it (as well as the very fact of the character carrying around this thing), and came up with such an idea: bard (smuggler he was) helped some archaeologist to illegally cross the border in exchange for his share of treasure; they found no treasure, just a mummy, and the bard decided to still get his share, just to be petty.
Much later, I happened to play as an elven archeologist (the game world has a non-insignificant "ruins of an ancient advanced civilization" element to it, so it makes sense to make a character an archeologist if you want abstract scientist), and we happened to be in same locations... And it just clicked to me.
Now they are officially friends who want to kill each other once in a while, and the archeologist still wants his skeleton back. They also could be a little bit stoned when the whole thing happened...
Said bard also:
- went through evacuation half a year before I had to in real life;
- started a PvP (other players were on board with it) to get a scar
- trafficked a few humanoids by accident and sold a few corpses (of different humanoids) because he was pissed;
- got randomly arrested for minor tax evasion;
- stole a nuke;
- some other stores I can't remember on the spot.
My favourite character by now, only competing with my text game main character.
Not sure if it's wholesome, but... it was pretty hilarious.
So, back in high school, me and few classmates decided to each come up with a story and then we would go through them. Now, one of us wrote a pretty big and rich story with a Dragon's Dogma theme. Now, for those who do not know, at the begining of the game, a dragon shows up and is supposed to kick your ass so hard your grandchildren will feel it.
So... dragon attacked and we fought it. Dragon was of course supposed to be invincible, but... our barbarian came up with a plan.
I don't recall the details anymore, but here's a rough rundown of that plan.
Our mage would use an explosive spell, empowered by our druid's support skill. Spell would detonate right in front of a fighter, who would use his shield to get launched right towards the dragon's heart. Fighter would hit the tough scales and make an opening for an archer to shoot an arrow with rope, allowing barbarian to climb up the rope, reach into the wound and and eat his way to the dragon's heart.
Needless to say... we were stunned. XD
And our DM thought it would be fun, so he allowed it, but plan would only work if every single one of us hit NAT 20.
Guess what happened. 6 consecutive NAT 20s from 6 different players.
At that point, DM just gave up. We killed the dragon and skipped entire story he prepared. XD
I was never one to believe in fate, but that was just awesome.
I got 2 stories from the same session (we actually just had it last night) our goliath ranger was joining the party, so this was their opening rolls. The party had cleared out a bandit camp and were looting it - bandits ran out of camp to get us but we handled it. The ranger rolled a nat 20 then 2 Nat 1s. This meant he was able to see the bodies left were a mixture of fresh and old, but had NO CLUE where we had gone off to, which as hilarious. Lucky the cleric had wandered back to the wagon with loot and saw the guy.
The next we near the end of the session, we had another combat encounter with some crazy cultists, one escaped. We were looking around the area and walked into a building where the final guy was hiding. My character killed the guy - chopped one arm, then the head then the other arm - our druid had sheleiglih on their club but forgot it was still active so poked the skull with the club. Needless to say my character wound up covered in more than just blood. The head turned to jelly mush - whole party was in sitches for a good couple minutes. Druid got a cursed amulet out of that he can't remove, as that is what he had been tracking with detect magic when we came in and why he poked the head.
I'm giggling now as I type at the fact that had I opted to kill by going for legs (think obi wan cutting anikins limbs off) then this wouldn't likely have happened 🤣🤣
One time one of my compatriots sat on this magic throne thing that woke up these two robot guys (that I don’t remember the name of) and they were asking for an offering but my compatriot didn’t really want to give them anything. Then I remembered that I had a thing in my other possessions so I gave the robot guys the thing and they stopped asking for an offering and my compatriot was very happy
My first DnD Campaign, my group was going through a series of puzzles and traps, one of the traps was in a room with different colored spots, the spots had different traps. The traps would disappear either after you step and trigger a trap or they'll move on it's own. Well my chaotic bean of a rogue triggered a trap and she ended up getting teleported on the other side of the room. Thinking it was fun, I had her trigger all sorts of traps, from teleporting, levitating in the air for a moment, having my normal talking voice be a scream for a solid minute while being in the air, teleporting again. The other players who had safely made it to the other side of the room was yelling at my character to stop fooling around XD
Frobscottle?! That's awesome. That's from a Roald Dahl book, _The BFG_ (Big Friendly Giant). In the 1989 animated adaptaion, it leads to something that will _never_ happen again in a million years: A charming, catchy song about farting (or "whizzpopping" as the BFG himself calls it)
Edit: For those who might not know, Roald Dahl is also the author responsible for: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach, Matilda, The Witches, and Fantastic Mr. Fox)
I’m gonna tell a small story which can be described with a dialogue.
A bit of context this campaign of mine was in a modern society and the party was in a lab inside a cave, looking for clues to for their mission.
“DM, how close the monster is to me?”
“Uh... Pretty close, like 3 feet away.”
“I want to throw a knife at it.”
“Okay, then roll the dice.”
“... I rolled a 1.”
“Okay... Critical fail... Since the barbarian is the second closest to the monster, she will have to roll to see if she doesn’t get hit by the knife.”
*Barbarian proceeds to also roll an 1 and she dies.*
“This is literal first session. How did y’all managed to kill a member this quickly?”
*Meanwhile, the ranger in a different part of the lab, killing 3 monsters by herself.*
"You fight god! I'll make sure you don't die!"
We were playing part one of a Mist of Barovia online 2-shot, as a sequel to a one shot set earlier in the same setting. I, Shifter Life Cleric, and our party that consisted of a Air genasi Grave cleric, a Goliath fighter/paladin, and a Goliath Barbarian/warlock. We were all level 10. So the session starts as we prepare and perform a dark ritual in order to seal the god of the mists that is one of the 2 main things preventing us from going home. Long story short the dark ritual has all kinds of bad juju surrounding it because the god doesn't want to get sealed away, and was exercising their power to stop us.
We barely managed to complete the ritual, but we weren't done yet. The god Vampir decided to make a last stand. We now had to defeat the Aspect of Vampir, the first vampire, to finish. So this starts immediately after our Barbarian's turn, as he managed to read the last Psalm, summoning the god. Combat ensues, and at the start god just kind of terrorizes everyone, somehow avoiding my cleric all the while, and largely targeting the fighter who crit for 51 damage and didn't even pierce the temporary hit-points on this thing. My cleric drops a few heals to keep the party up. The fighter gets feared, a few rounds pass where no real damage is done to the god as our grave cleric got stunned for a few rounds and both our fighters were melee and feared. Sentinel fighter stops god a couple times. My Shifter came in handy when god came after me with the next stun, but shifter let me react to move 10 ft in response to god getting close.
The fighter challenged god twice, and succeeded BOTH intimidations to get aggro, while I kept him alive as he mostly solo'd god. I dropped 137 points of healing, all of which hit the fighter and what hit the rest of the party was Mass healing. We learned God was CR 16, 230 hp 100 temp hp with lifesteal, and that my first healer can out-heal a God's Dps. The fighter did not fall unconscious. We may not have technically fought God, but i'm taking the win.
(wish i could remember how to change my username, its supposed to be [Redacted] Blackdagger)
The Cube of Waow And the Paladin that won by screaming.
For some context, this was a DnD one-shot held by a DnD shop that I joined. There was in total eight people including DM and we all went to a "fight club" but for puppets instead of actual people. Before the puppet death brawl started for our group, the DM let us each put one thing down depending on what we got on a roll. People put down a lava floor under rickety tiles, a huge wind machine, a massive Venus fly trap, a booby-trapped wall, I put a chest with a very rare item in it and two people both put secret things down approved by the DM.
The game then starts and we all start to fight each other. The Paladin and I had some sort of in game beef with each other (He wanted the magical item I got from the chest that severely increased your AC). After a little while of fighting each other and a brand new player completely decimating someone before their first round started, I and a few people made it to one of the secret things. (It'd also expanded each round) We notice that's it's a cube full of these floating specters, all forming people; one person really. They all form into hundreds of Owen Willsons just going "waow" constantly. The wind machine from earlier ends up pushing me right next to the cube of waow, then the Paladin jumps up on a wall and screams down at me and casts a spell. I end up getting petrified and unable to move, and then the next round comes around and I get sucked into the cube of waow and take 6 psychic damage. After my turn comes I end up getting out of the cube of waow and getting a magic totem that I or someone within 5ft of me could switch places with when I clapped. At this time of the game, almost everyone had died (when you died in puppet form, each round you can add something onto the arena to make it harder or aid the players) and the Paladin had found the other concealed trap. It was this mysterious tent that inside of it was an enchanted mud cake which lured Paladin into the tent, which then collapsed on top of him, trapping him entirely. The final three people alive were me, Paladin and DM (she got to play as well). Before anyone could kill each other, one of the dead players had saved up points from being out and poured an entire vat of acid into the arena which instantly killed both the DM and me, leaving the Paladin as the final person standing. The Paladin had never got the chance to even hit someone and the only damage he did was throwing his partner at me and screaming at me in game.
Overall an extremely fun session :)
Certainly going to be watching more of these if you give more wholesome stories. We need more enjoyment and love in this world:)
I've been playing in a campaign for the last few years that takes place in a frozen waste land.
At the beginning of the campaign one of my friends, was playing a female fairy druid. While we were heading from one town to another to gather information for a mission we were on, we found this pop-up stand that was run by a shield dwarf and several other creatures (I'm going with goblins for convenience), along with one hooded, magic using man. After a bit of talking, and some arguing, the rest of the party (myself included) decided it would be best to move on into the next town, as it was cold, and the majority of the party had very bad vision due to the constant snow. The fairy druid continued to argue with the shield dwarf despite the rest of us telling her we wanted to leave, and she ended up spraying acid in the shield dwarfs face!
This resulted in a massive fight, in which the fairy druid died! And I have never let my friend live it down, as I still find it hilarious years later
I was playing curse of Strahd and there was an npc who had just woken up the thing was is that he kinda wants to kill us and since he had just woken up he was still half asleep so I used my spare bottle of wine to have a drink with him I rolled high enough to not get drunk but the npc didn’t and fell down a trap door
A High School Prank Changed The Trajectory of a Camping
While beta testing Metahumans Rising, we ran a teen supers campaign. The PCs came from different backgrounds, but had all wound up at an isolated private school to help them learn how to use their powers, or other more dubious reasons. The players in this particular event include:
- Reflection, a shapechanger and power mimic who replicated anyone they touched, which they couldn't control.
- Mina, a girl with snakes for hair and a thing for hoodies. The snakes had elemental powers and did not turn people to stone.
- Soren, the son on an archeologist who inadvertently inherited a mythic sword from Norse Myth and had been taken to the school for protection.
- Chad (the Human), a psychic teen who was trying to find balance and not let his mental abilities overrule his judgement.
- Arianna, a Brazilian born heiress to a coffee empire who had been sent to the US to learn humility. She thought it was so the school could teach her how to fly, as she was "already perfect."
- Brorilla, an unassuming teen who could shapechange into a large silverback gorilla. He had also learned to take on a giant sized "Apereron" gorilla-reptile form, in this shape he was stronger but had less control.
The teen's had been moonlighting as heroes as one might expect. In the course of stopping a plot to take over the city, Soren's blade was shattered, and as spandex stories go, this led to the through the Norse mythical realms, ending at the at the gates of Helheim and a conversation with Hel, who offers to give them access to the dwarf who forged Soren's blade, for a price. Mina, having gotten bored with the conversation pushes Reflection into the goddess while everyone else is focused on the conversation. This leads to a brutal transformation that Hel undoes as to not be mimicked. In the moments that followed, as the players tried to reconcile what just happened, Mina's player shift's the blame to Chad, who already had a reputation for acting first and assuming his powers would carry the day. (This was so true in the campaign that "Blame Chad" was already part of the group's common phrases.) Soren had to broker a deal and Reflection was left forever bonded with Hel.
Months go by in game and the heroes go on other adventures, all the while the bargain is looming in back of Soren's player's mind. The climax to the campaign comes when the teens travel to Brazil for the Winter Break to see Arianna's family plantation. Red flags start going off for the group when they are taken by armed escorts to a fortified location. In short, Arianna's childhood had been a lie, and the compound was under the control of a former Nazi scientist who had used her as a test subject as an infant. This eventually leads to a battle in an underground lab with Arianna fighting mental locks to stand with her team and Hel using Reflection to manifest and exact her price from Soren. (The goddess would have used the scientist they were fighting to clone Reflection and craft a new body for herself on earth.) Needless to say, things get kind of crazy, to back out of his bargain Soren cuts off his sword hand, severing the power Hel had over him. Without missing a beat, Brorilla, as Apereron then eats the hand and grabs reflection to force a change. The day was saved, but at an immense cost.
So, why is this a funny story? Because to this day the players still use the phrase "Blame Chad" and no one but my wife and I seem to remember that it was Mina's player who pulled off the stunt that set forth this chain of events. (Mina's player had been my girlfriend at the time.)
P.S. Reflection's player passed away before Metahumans Rising was published. A memorial along with his rather iconic character was included in the book's Hall of Legends chapter.
"Hobgob breaker"
My story involves around our party exploring the Dungeon that is goblin castle.
We split up the party when bard explored empty dragon tower and DMPC wizard with ranger explored the castle. The Wizard casts invisibility on ranger. Ranger goes in and upon not meeting the DC to break down the door, he spends 10 minutes on that endeavor. The DMPC Wizard casts message and deception contested by insight suggests that ranger has trouble. Wizard sends pseudodragon familiar to use help action. The ranger proceeds to open multiple doors, but struggles with one pair. He then gets mad and uses torch to set the door on fire. He breaks invisibility in the process. After dealing damage, he then attacks with shortsword to open it, which results in the door being obliterated (damage equals around hitpoints x3) and enters the room full of hobgoblins (4 to be exact).
Initiative starts and bard arrives at the castle after a journey. Hobgoblins are surprised, so ranger uses horde breaker multiple times and decapitates half of them. Then Wizard comes in and casts enlarge on ranger, as familiar uses help action 2 times. Wizard also casts sleep and one hobgoblin fals asleep. The ranger with horde breaker decapitates the rest of them while in the big boi mode, dealing twice or even thrice the hit points to poor hobgoblins. The battle is done in around 2 or 3 rounds.
So, this is a story how big boi ranger obliterated hobgoblins almost entirely by himself.
omg I know the guy from We Geek Together! And by "know" I mean I've been there several times and have spoken with him a bit. He's a good guy. He also organized the Biggest Game of D&D World Record, so that's a thing.
Currently two of my party members are trying to take over the Tavern whilst the rest of us are fighting vampires and trying to save the town from certain doom
I liked when yall did both categories in a video. Horror then comedy, can't end with horror, how will I sleep?
These are so awesome!! Bring more wholesomeness to the world!!!
Applesauce!
In one of the first campaigns I ever played in, the party came across a goblin village underground. Me being a goblin cleric whose long-term goal was to prove goblins could be good, I decided I would go ahead and try to convince the goblins to aid us in our quest, or at least let us pass in peace. The rest of the party waited a few hundred feet away for the results of the negotiations and if I needed their intervention, I would shout a totally innocuous phrase: “Applesauce !”
Unfortunately for me, not only were the goblins NOT receptive to my “be chill” suggestion, they were actively in league with the BBEG and the DM asked us to roll for initiative.
Suddenly attacked by a horde of goblins, I yelled, “Apple Sauce!” Whether it was our relative newness as players or lack of foresight, we failed to realize that in initiative, it would take 5-6 rounds to reach me.
I was literally fighting for my life by myself for multiple rounds as the rest of the party ran a 100+ yard dash to the tune of “Applesauce!” echoing through the cave system.
While I was knocked unconscious, I survived the encounter and we all learned a valuable lesson about how close backup needs to be. From then on, our rallying cry was:
“Applesauce!”
Way back in high school my friends and I were playing a Star Wars: Clone Wars campaign through Savage Worlds, and one of the homerules was that damage could ace. That is to say when you rolled the maximum amount on a damage die, you rolled the die again and added that to the total (normally in Savage Worlds damage is the only thing that can’t ace). Most of the time this let us roll a 13 on a d8, or even occasionally a 17 on a d6. But the absolute best time was when we were fighting General Grievous for the second time (who had so much plot armor because he has a specific death point), and one of my friends rolled 53 damage on a d10. He rolled a 10 on that die five times in a row, that’s a 0.001% chance, and killed General Grievous!
I had a leonin barbarian called Nora, he had a kobold friend named Him but his nickname was Karl, the party was in an ice castle that was possessed by a cat-lover giantess. So Nora came down the stairs and saw an army of kobolds ready to attack us. My kobold failed to convince them that my leonin was nice. Our tritan made Nora a legend so Karl walked up and said, "Big friend! I'm priet!" Both my and Nora's hearts melted from the cutest little friend Nora had made from having an anxiety attack.
Super happy to have a wholesome shake up!
FIRST: That was fun! It fact, you can say it was just a gas! (gets looks) I'll get me coat...
SECOND: There's a reason they called that rabbit Dumper. Let's just say it ain't no Easter Bunny and those aren't chocolate drops.
THIRD: That store owner said to himself: "How do I want to do this?" He then brought out the drinks.
FOUR: Steampunk D&D...so, "Oops All Artificers"?
1:26 “People Came”
That one about the steampunk & cyberpunk story ideas? If someone has great story ideas but crappy execution skills (GMing, writing, whatever), *those can be fixed with help.* But if you don't have the storytelling chops...your technical skills will only get you so far.
Friend beat me to unconsciousness just because he dropped to 0 HP previous fight
My friend played halfling rogue and I played warforged fighter and we had couple more players who wasn't important for this story. I played my warforge as a robot bodyguard who was made thousand years ago but turned on for the first time by the party. He was practically like a baby knowing nothing about this world and mimicking everything that the party did. I ha d a ton of fun with it... but anyway. We fought our first boss and rogue fell to 0 HP which happened for the first time while the warforged was with the party. We didn't have any healers so somebody just made medicine check and stabilize him. We finally defeated the villain and we were resting in nearby abandoned church. When the rogue woke up my warforged went to him and following conversation ensued:
Warfoged fighter(WF): "Why did you went to sleep in the middle of a fight? We needed you back then."
Halfing rogue (HR): "I didn't. What are you talking about?"
WF:"Yes, you were. I saw you. You just woke up."
HR: "Yeah, I fell unconscious."
WF: "What is that?"
Then the rogue explained to me what that means and at the end he jokingly said: "Wanna feel whats that like or what?"
WF"Yes. I have never fell unconscious. I wan to know how it feels."
So he beats me to 0 HP then stabilize me and after I woke up we had conversation about it. Rest of the party was looking at us like we were mental but in that moment we couldn't be happier.
Cherry on top: Right after that we were looking for a treasure that supposed to be in that church and my warforged fell from the roof while having 1HP after our little "PvP" moment fell unconscious again and nobody saw. I laughed histerically as I rolled my DST while everybody rolled if they accidentally bump in to my body.... Spoiler alert I lived and got an earful from a player who couldn't go to that session who was supposed to look after me
Good times.
Omg I was on the floor at the fact that couldnt just say dumper these are awesome
Next episode you should just have every plushie and only wife's face is visible within the pile
I love the funny and wholesome stories. There's so much terrible in the world, I can always use some cheering up.
I honestly dont care what plushie amy picks or reuses though thematically the dede plush channel maskotte makes most sense.
I truly am enjoying the stories you share. Both the wholesome and the WTF stories are incredibly entertaining. Thank you for sharing them. 😻😻😻😻
0:34 I am surprised you have room for that many large plushies. Repeats will tell us wife's mood now.
imagine in the game store employee just seeing that last guy alive before tpk get a nat 20 on what they were fighting and he one shot it, that would be a clutch of a lifetime
12:45 Now I feel better about being my original group’s designated DM…
I mean a lot of people over the years have boldly claimed my imagination is gold, yet just as many have dismissed me without giving me a chance.
Talk about mixed signals, amirite? 😅
I'm pretty new to DND and my first time using a d10 was only a few months ago. It's hilarious. I was playing an arcane cleric (specialized domain) and one of the spells I was allowed to get was "inflict wounds" (necrotic damage, melee, 3d10 damage). I finally was able to hit a creature with this spell after I kept failing my rolls and got a 9 and two zeroes on my damage roll. Being a stupid little newbie, I told the DM quietly that I got 9 damage and then asked what the zeroes meant just to be sure of what I got. His eyes went wide and he said "the zeroes are actually tens." Chaos ensued as my level 1 cleric somehow dealt 29 necrotic damage with one touch. Greatest power high I've ever had.
My druid named Fay was once walking with her friends inside a large cave system trying to find this blessed unknown item. Then Fays other friend who is a dragon/dinosaur/godzilla named Indy said: "Hey I think found something else!" Fay and the friends ran towards Indy and there was a chest. The chest seemed to be locked with chains. Then our parties barbarian throws his iconic rage... Nothing happens. Then Fay takes a good look at the chest and claims: "It seems that the chest is made out of wood and some sort of magic". Then Fay asks Indy to try to open the chest. Indy shoot out fire from his mouth and the chest burns just enough for you to take whatever is inside the chest. Then the wizard of our party opens the chest just to find a bunch of rocks.
I have a fun one
In an older campaign I was playing a druid and each member of our party was supposed to get into a party, through sneaking in, getting invited, or working at the party.
I was the only one who decided to try and work at the party. So when the guy hiring me asked "why do you think that you will get the job?" The first thing I blurted out was "because I am the only one here."
I then rolled a nat20 on deception so the guy ended up thinking that everyone else he had interviewed was a figment of his imagination.
The funny part to me is the fact that I wasn't even thinking of what to say and it worked out.
A short but funny scenario from this weekend.
My character is an owlin who was cursed by Auril the Frostmaiden to have horns like her owl avatar. Multiclass Tempest Cleric/Scribes Wizard who is a master of thunder and lightning, and is now on her way to basically become Thor if Thor were an owl with horns and wield the Hammer of Thunderbolts.
My character had just gotten the Gauntlets of Ogre Power (one of the two magic items necessary to wield the hammer) and was one of three PCs investigating a situation where people were being turned into goats. We determined that there is a boulder imbued with Polymorph. We find a rat which we put in range of the spell, and sure enough it turns into a goat. Me wanting to try out my new 19 strength tried wrangling the goat rat.
I nat 20, and end up yeeting the goat rat into the boulder. All my character has to say is that she isn't used to this kind of strength.
My funny recent story is when we stormed a castle recently with a bunch of gun toting yetis (they were on our side). Inside were cultists from Tiamat (no, it wasn’t the Tyranny module) and some kobolds. Obviously we knew kobolds were what we would go up against first and we were right but my god, so many morbid cartoon moments. First, the second we opened the doors, there was a cannon rigged to hit a person. We had let the yetis open the doors after we unlocked it (big door) and so it hit one of them and sent them flying back. If that wasn’t enough, during the battle in the kill box (the first courtyard area of a stronghold usually is made to be one) our monk was up front and a kobold took a shot at him with a nat 20…except this is a monk and that was a projectile. Yes, the monk caught. In fact, he didn’t just catch it, he threw it back with a nat 20 himself too. It automatically killed the kobold and so the dm let us intimidate the kobolds from there on, however there were a few in the mix that can rally the others which prevents them from fleeing so less left than we thought might, which is a pity for them as we nearly wiped out all of them pretty quickly. Anyway, from there it was more shenanigans like that with us dominating the combat and the yetis setting off the traps, a bonus since we don’t have to worry about them anymore, and more cartoon violence level of shenanigans just keep happening because the dice gods say so. In all honesty I actually do little more than move forward as I’m reserving most of my combat resources for latter battles. I do get the last kill however and that ends the combat encounter. All in all, it was 2 rounds total (I was the lowest initiative roll). Which is good for us as I think the next fight with be worse and less funny. Seriously, I’m talking Tom and Jerry level of humor here with the kobold fight.
One of my favorite moments of the DM taking an idea I had and running with it was a few years ago. I was joining a campaign that was in progress, and he told me apologetically that the place the players were at was very very patriarchal and women were very much second class citizens. He knew I prefer to play female characters, so he said I could simply have my character be from outside that land. I considered, and asked if I could be native to that area, but part of a secret society of women pulling the strings of those in power. He loved it and created a whole network of stuff for my rogue who looked like a perfectly innocent and demure woman who wore pretty dresses and was just extremely polite, but had knives and other weapons hidden all over. It was a really fun game.
Okay, this might not be all that popular and might not make it to the story telling but-
Me and my friends were playing a short campaign and they are more of fighting and encounter kind of D&D. Players And I was the DM. It started off normal, few encounters little bit of story telling, until I gave them an encounter with a 7 headed dragon that is. Well, our Bards first decision, “THROW LIGHTING AT IS GUYS! One of you can do that right?” And so the fighter asked the (we call a mage DOTN JUDGE) mage to electrify the sword (which yes I know, very unrealistic but it D&D so I let it slide). Until he rolled a 1 for accuracy And o dear it got worse. The party had gotten it good until now. Soooo- I had the spear ricochet off of a conveniently placed metal light post and hit the bard in the head and (requested by bard for a little hopefulness he survived) asked to roll a “electrified spear that ricocheted(if that’s spelled wrong sorry) off a metal pole damage!” And rolled a 20 :D and the party’s Paladin said as soon as I declared the bard dead- was…”FINALLY!” 😂
My party came across three dire wolves chained up in an enemy stronghold and they wound up taming the wolves and taking them with the party on their adventure, to mixed beneficial effect.
This is not DnD but does not require knowledge of a different rule set.
In our game we have established a village and all players seem very invested on growing it in to a city. One of our players has a relationship with an NPC and we all want to help this NPC move in and work in our village. The problem is that this NPC's power comes from death and undeath, when they use their power they basically create an aura that will kill mere mortals. Inorder for this NPC to use their powers, mainly blacksmithing, safely inside the village they need an underground workshop lined with a magical metal. This lining has to be about an inch or two thick. When the the DM had detailed the requirements for this lining and we figured out how wide, long and tall the workshop would have to be, all players present focused on an hour to 90 minute long math problem to figure out how much of the metal we would need. We didn't just calculate the volume of the metal but asked our DM the rough density of the metal to come up with the tonnage of materials needed.
As we were calculating our DM was overjoyed, leaned his head on his hands and looked at us with what I can only describe as love and infatuation. He also expressed his joy to people outside of the game in the gamingstore's Discord.
The game is called Exalted and I recommend it to everyone. Don't let the nearly 700 page rulebook deter you, you don't have to know or even read it all to play, not even when you are the DM.
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The time the entire house was a mimic:
In my current campaign, the characters are myself as a high elf Illusionist wizard, a dragonborn vengeance paladin, a tabaxi sorceress, a kobold ranged fighter, a dragonborn totem barbarian, a humam swashbuckler rogue, and a human bard when everyone is there (which let's be honest, having everyone is rare for dnd). For backstory, the party had just come back from a long quest in the far north of this homebrewed world and reported back to Earl Vladimir, head of the main city. Earl Vladimir informed us that he recieved an invitation to a party from an ancestor of his, and he wanted us to investigate. At this point, the party was already aware that Vladimir comes from a blood line that includes Vampires. So the party went to the party in the place of the Earl, all of us in pre-planned disgises to help us blend in. The party make it in the door fine after the Rogue somehow rolls to convince the guard he's the Earl and succeeds. There's some rp and fun, but eventually we regroup and the bard uses a spell that tells them which direction the thing they seek is, and we decided the bard should seek the private quarters of Vladimir's ancestor, since that's who we were sent to investigate. The path lead us to a kitchen where demons were cooking and a furious head chef demon was yelling about lamb sauce. Taking charge, I decide as an illusionist, Im going to disguise myself as a chef and simply walk through the kitchen to the other side. My disguise was perfect! My stealth was not. Before I could say "prestidigitation," I found myself being shouted about why I had abandoned my station and being yelled at to get back to the lamb sauce. This provided enough of a distraction, however that the rest of the party slipped by undetected. So now my little high elf wizard has to make lamb sauce. Dm says roll survival, and I get a nat 17. I present the lamb sauce to the head demon chef, and he yells "Good enough! Now get it out to the customers!" So out the door comes running my little elf, carrying this lamb sauce. I catch up to the party as they have come upon a ravine with a greenish color river in it. The paladin sees I have this stew in my hands and immediately decides to taste it. Dm says roll constitution. Paladin nat 1s and proceeds to projectile vomit all over my wizard. Turns out lamb sauce fit for a demon is not fit for normal adventurers. My reaction is to spin the paladin around to face this river so he doesn't toss his cookies on my again. He fails another con save and hurls again, straight into the river. The dm rolls for something we dont know of yet, and says the entire house shudders, and acid erupts from the river and down the path you were moving to, and we all had to make saves against the acid rain. Turns out, the river was stomache acid of a mimic we were inside, and the mimic also rolled a nat 1 on its con save, spewing acid and killing everyone the dm had planned for us to encounter ahead of us. And that is how I committed my 2nd accidental mass genocide in this campaign.
Paint the City Blue
Our party consists of warlock, bard, druid/ barbarian, and monk. Druid loves playing an extremely flawed character who gets into trouble, so the DM gives them opportunities to do that. Nearly every time they 'let loose' it leaves the rest of us in laughter from the chaos.
This time in particular, we get to a city. We know we have about a day before we have to leave, but make plans to check out the museum and theater in the morning as this town has a vibrant art culture. This, apparently, was too tame for our druid friend. They left that night and found a place that served some substance called "the goblin punch special." They happily imbibed.
They woke up the next morning in an alley wearing a potato sack with blue paint on their hands. They looked down the street to find blue hand painted graffiti on various buildings. They then cast animal messager to the warlock with the message "Help! I'm lost and naked!" The rest of this party, in the middle of the museum had this yelled at them by a bird.
They made their way back to the bar to see if any of their clothes were there, but only there hat was. As it was a hat of disguise, they put it on, made themselves look like they were wearing clothes and were not covered in blue paint.
The rest of the party found them sitting near the fountain in the town center looking dejected. We tried to cheer them up by congratulating them on finding their clothes. They replied in the saddest voice. "It's not real, my clothes are an illusion."
We spent the rest of the session tracking down their gear. We had to bribe a guard 200g to keep from arresting them. It was one of the most giggly sessions ever.
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This is a wholesome one, buckle in boys!
OK, so I hadn't ever played dnd before late 2020 in quarantine and I inevitably was drawn in and I believe that I joined a campaign that was advertised in your discord server. It was me and 3 other people plus the DM. We played to the end of one campaign thar was just so fun and got all of us a lot of laughs. When we wanted to continue and play another campaign, we had to stop a few sessions in cause we all got very busy and couldn't keep going. I didnt talk much except for to one of them since he got me hooked on one dnd podcast and I wanted to talk about it with him (we can call him D). We kept in touch every once in a while and stayed friends through those years without a campaign to tie us together.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago and one of my other old campaign friends that I hadn't really spoken to in the time apart (let's call him J) had a server that he and his wife had made for friends to just hangout and talk in. Eventually he invited me to join despite us not really talking for the years since we had played dnd together.
Turns out that D was apart of the server as well, and J wanted to DM a campaign for some of the server people. I asked to join, and the three of us, plus a few other players are now going to be doing a campaign together! We just had session zero a week or so ago, and I'm so happy that the 3 of us can finally hangout and play dnd together again.
And it's with somewhat thanks to you that we met and can continue to play together now. So im just gonna say thanks for having a discord server when I needed it to connect with people!
We were in a port city with our group, when one night were attacked by a couple of kobolds. When our DM described them as "thin, hungry looking savages", my dragonborn character take a better look at them, and i asked the DM, that they just "thin", or more like "starving" - as my character some of the personality of John Spartan from the movie "Demolition Man", and while he was capable to do some significant damage (multiple times he just cut in half enemy spellcasters), he doesn't like the idea of unnecessary violence.
As my DM depicted them more of a desperate group of either barely at their respective age of teens or far older, than an active kobold warrior would be, i decided to not kill them, but only beat them unconscious, and later, when they woke up, we questioned them (also, we shared our food with them, which made them more cooperative). We found out they had a settlement under the city, and their ancestors had an agreement with the leadership of the city - which was forgotten during the years, as it was only an agreement in words, and wasn't written down. So the current city leaders wanted them to "clear the city from these monsters", while in fact, the city was the one builded upon their already existing home. They being forgotten wouldn't be a problem though, but in the later years the hunters and gatherers of their tribes disappeared, and the tracks lead back to the city, and they were searching for them, as the elderly and kids wasn't able to sufficiently gather enough food. So i translated from draconic to common for my group, we hit up the library, where we found some circumstantial proof for the verbal contract of their ancestors, take their leader with us to the city leadership, and asked for re-negotiation of their case. The city leaders wasn't very supportive, but our paladin noticed at one of them being more than distrustful toward the kobold - he was both afraid and angry. So we made after that a little scout trip on his background as well, and find out, that he was the one, who kidnapped the kobolds to use tham slaves in his mine, from where he collected yellow brass - as our dwarven paladin pointed out again, there were traces of using them for creating fake gold. So we freed the prisoners, get the proof against this member of the leadership, and while we wasn't able to kill or arrest it (teleported away, gods know where), we was able to produce enough results to make him officially lose his title in the city - which was given to the kobold leader afterward, while the city renewed the agreement between them, this time in a written form.
Our DM told us afterwards, that for this development, he had to improvise about 90% of the campaign, as the kobolds originally were meant to be side enemies - their state as merely more as kids and mostly elderly ones, that he has a reason to decrease their stats a bit, as our group was a merely level 2 party. The events turned out this way only by the fact, that i asked a more detailed description of them at the beginning, and my decision to not kill them, but knock them out for later interrogation.
(Still, the most funny part of that campaign - at least to me - was our dwarven paladin, and the fact, that he managed to sneak better, than our rouge, despite the fact, that he used a heavy armor, and had disadvantage on it...)
The time I created the Haunted Banquet Hall
For a bit of backstory - I came into this homebrew campaign halfway in but was listening in since the beginning. I had never played aside from random encounters with ex friends and I was wanting to get an idea of how it runs. So I asked the DM if I could be an NPC in this campaign so I can be "a part of it" to which he created Rose, a girl who raised pseudo dragons. Then later I expressed interest in trying out DnD and so we made a mock character named Flicker, a half dragon half human fighter. The Dm showed the ropes on how to do things and we made a backstory for her then suddenly I was part of the campaign. I was introduced to the others as a tagalong "researcher" to gather things for my dad's best friend (how I came to live there). First mission was finding the city gold hidden beneath the city.
Now onto the story. We had come across a note about a banquet that only the nobles of the city would receive. So, due to some folks involved, we needed to get in and take care of some of said nobles. We organized with the city queen and set up around the banquet hall, waiting for nightfall. This is where it gets interesting. We stealth our way in, Tasha (half-gnome barbarian) subduing a guard at the entrance and Mead (red dragonborn rogue) went invisible down the middle of the the tables, found and sealed then entrances so no sounds could go through. The rest of the party, Bardor (Minotaur Paladin) Lili (Half-Elf druid) and me, went down the right side of the place. After some near discoveries (nobles were too drunk to realize) and one "WTF" stealth check (Bardor rolled a 2 for a total of 4 and the drunk noble failed his perception thus giving Bardor the forever meme of "pulling a Kronk") it was down to me. I didn't want to shoot anyone yet but had no other options. Dm said "well you could shoot the piano on the other side of the room with your ice arrows" so I did. First one hits and I said "Screw it lets see what the other two rolls bring." Lets just say that piano sang a beautifully haunted tune before slowly freezing over, thus scaring the Nobles nearby. What follows is the statues getting (fake) shot, Haru (Tasha's wolf companion) up in the rafters howling, Mead breathing fire from the rafters then hanging like a dead body with Haru flying around. Lili playing the death march then, after mine and Bardor's failed attempts to kill a guard, dehydrated said guard to nothing. Nobles were scared out of their minds pushing their slaves out of the way and running out of the banquet hall, not caring they were going to get arrested.
Later after that session I asked the Dm if this was anywhere in his notes and he said no, he was expecting one of us to fail our stealth checks and had to improv the whole thing. Interestingly enough although we had some very near death moments no one ever died either. We will be having another campaign with the family of these characters soon
So it might be a bit of a 'you had to be there' moment, but it makes me giggle whenever I think of it.
So we were in a hill giant's basement (the other players may/may not have set the upper floor on fire to make finding the basement easier idk I missed that session) and the hill giant chief managed to trap us in his treasure room behind a series of bars, while his pet manticores fire on us from another room that we couldn't get in.
As it happens, one of our rogues was trying to squeeze out of the bars to reach a switch that would let us escape. Risking life and limb, I dashed as quickly as I could across the room to push him through. Luckily, he popped right through.
There was a problem, though.
There were three switches.
Having no idea, the rogue flipped a random switch, which opened the hill giant's other, more secret treasure room. The shiny things within grabbed his attention...and he fell down into a pit trap full of poisoned spikes.
The funny bit is what happened next: naturally, the rogue wanted to get out of the pit, so the DM asked him to roll an athletics check.
He rolled a one.
The rogue in question has a -1 to strength.
This means he rolled a zero.
The DM then went on to describe how the rogue slipped back down comically onto the poisoned spikes with nobody around to help him. We all had a good laugh about it and eventually managed to get him out of there.
I am so glad for the vids, I am unable to play dnd but hearing stories makes me happy
Fantastic stories!! Love it!!
Boo would probably be my favorite, but I see nothing wrong with cycling through them all again.
My very first dnd experience
My old socials teacher, his wife, his kids and their friend that i didnt know. We were dropped into a pure white room with a dragon in it who wanted to enlist our help in retrieving an item from his friend. We were flying on his back to the forest where would find the item when a griffin atacked us. While the rest of the party tried to fight off the gryphin from the back of the dragons back, my character, a lawful good dragonborne sorcerer, walked up to the gryphin, balancing on the dragons phlank. I had ensured to have some animal handling on her bc ive seen awsome campains where the one character adopts a horde of creatures just for fun. So i walked up to the gryphin and put a clawed hand on its beak gently, offering it some rations from my bag. I rolled successfully and it accepted my gesture, and i got a really fun scene where birb the gryphin (yes i named him birb) threw me on his back and took me high above the clouds for a serene fly before landing with the rest of the party
Thank you for bringing in the silly stories, I needed some happiness today
LENNYYYYYYYYYYY!:
My Party woke up from a nap and found out our halfling paladin (named Lenny) was missing. My cleric and another players barbarian went to a bar because we were distraught that we lost Lenny. The Barbarian has 15 mugs of mead and my cleric has half of a shot of watered down beer. Our characters both failed our constitution saves and got completely drunk. So we spent a good portion of the session running around the town yelling, "LENNYYYYYYY!."
Our ranger found Lenny fishing by a pond.
Started the Stradh campaign as a rogue. Friend was a warrior. First session but we had like years in other RPG. So the DM made us go into Barowia town mayors(?) house and... when we went into the library room both me and my friend had the idea to seard for books touched too many times for a secret entrance. We both rolled high and reached out to touch the same book. Of course we opened a secret pagges...
Rogue: Shall we say it together?
Warrior: 3...2...1...
Together: "HMMMMMM"
I played with my friends a while back in a campaign that went very quickly warcrimey, while my character gazed on in horror. There was around eight of us (me included).
We at one point tracked down a couple of people who associate the bbeg, and ended up kneecapping one before killing him and then using a mystery slime vial to turn the other (who had almost nothing to do with the bbeg btw) into slime. They then proceeded to enter a donkey into a horse race and then incinerate the other horses and then also use the slime vial to turn the another horse into slime, earning the attention of the city authorities because NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THIS VIAL XD.
Oh yeah, and they beat up a wizard who was having a birthday party in a tavern we were staying at, setting up a trap beforehand where a chandelier above him was full of sticks of dynamite XD
Making someone non-existent other than the red mist that was left over
This story is about a group I had been a part of for a couple of months, basically what you need to know is that we are in a kind of Olympics to try and get a staff that can control electricity, we had been doing tons of events and had gained a huge amount resentment toward a particular contestant who we dubbed bard. He was a snooty jerk and was considered a secondary antagonist to the main bad guy. Fast forward to the ending battle when all the groups who were competing were going head to head in a battle to see who would win and Bard is a part of it. We had implemented a potion system where if you drink something in real life you would gain an effect in the game and our tabaxi monk did just that. She got teleported to another plane of existence that was really small and when you walk through a wall on one side and end up on another. It also turns out that the velocity of someone moving in this place was amplified so you would never slow down but if you kept running the same way over and over again the speed would build. So the monk proceeds to start moving and get up to 600 feet per second while moving and gets transported back to the battle where she instantly erased Bard's existence just by running into him. Nothing was left except some red mist that lingered in the air and we made it a running joke that she ran so fast that even the memory of him had disappeared.
LOVE the uplifting stories. I LOVE wife! Thank you for making plushies normal!
everybody say it together "dumper no dumping!"